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Things You Do That Turn Them On

Characters: Fingolfin, Fingon, Turgon, Argon, Finarfin, Finrod, Angrod, Aegnor, Galdor, Ecthelion, Glorfindel, Egalmoth, Rog, Maeglin, Thingol, Beleg, Gwindor, Gil-Galad, Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, Erestor, Manwe, Namo, Irmo, Eonwe

A/N: This was such a post to make >.< Been a while since I’ve put some smutty content out there. As for the Feanorians, they already had a headcanon like this answered—can be found here ➳ What Turns the Feanorians On. So this post is for all the other characters.

Warnings: fem!reader, 18+ content, manhandling, roughhousing, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, asphixyiation, power play, hunter and prey, public sex, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, lingerie, pet names, size difference, stomach bulging, avian traits (hybrid themed), restraints

Synopsis: Non-sexual and sexual things you do that turn them on

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Fingolfin

Non-sexual turn-ons:

When you’re honourably defiant, especially when shown with dignity

Holding your ground when others would yield

The sight of you leading or commanding others with a regal bearing

Wearing dresses and robes tailored to your form, accompanied by jewellery he gifted you

Discussing philosophy or battle tactics over wine

Sexual turn-ons:

Unfastening his laces while kissing down the scar on his chest

Moaning his name against his neck as you ride him hard, gripping his hips like you need to anchor yourself

The sight of you kneeling between his thighs after a sparring match, flushed and breathless

Calling him ‘My King’ as you stroke his cock with both hands

Letting him take you against the carved walls of the fortress, his mouth against your ear whispering praises

Fingon

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Bold acts of loyalty, like facing danger just to reach him

Playing with his hair and calling him any sweet terms of endearment with ‘my’ attached to it. Especially if you call him a ‘good boy’ or a ‘sweet puppy’ (he’ll complain about not being like a dog and then whine when you stop scratching his scalp) dog behaviour

Playing the harp, singing lewd or poetic lyrics just to see him fluster

Seeing you ride bareback alongside him—probably challenging him to a race

Roughhousing with him with turns into a tickling match, and then a light makeout

Sexual turn-ons:

Making him wear his crown as you ride him on the throne late at night

Sliding his cock between your breasts while you tease him with gentle kisses to the tip

Begging for him in that needy, whiny and soft voice while your fingers grab him tighter scratching your nails down his back while he fucks you into a bed of furs

Tracing his scars and veins and pressing kisses to each all the way down to his v-line where you pause and make him impatient

Tasting yourself on his tongue as he pulls you in for a kiss after making you straddle his face

Turgon

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Your quiet, regal grace, especially when paired with intellect

Running your fingers through his scalp while cuddling or after a long day. Brushing out his hair

Wearing gowns or robes with flowing, paired with lots of jewellery (or probably just wear jewellery alone)

Your unwavering loyalty to him despite what others may think of him

Giving him massages after a long gruelling day at court and whispering (praising) him for being such a good King

Sexual turn-ons:

Removing your clothing slowly as you ascend the steps to his throne

When your fingers curl into any surface he’s taking you against, especially as he takes you from behind

Letting him take the lead and be in control as you submit to him on your knees

Letting him pin you down, crown still on, as he fucks you with deep strokes

Biting his ears, tugging his hair, scratching his back, just leave marks on his skin

Argon

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Being unpredictability just like him without shame and reckless abandonment

Cracking jokes in the middle of serious moments and making him snort or laugh outrageously

Seeing you completely soaked while your clothes is still clinging to your body. Your silhouette drives him insane

Getting into trouble and dragging him along—he lives for chaos disguised as bonding

Calling him a ‘good boy’ just to make him turn red and fumble. He’ll whine that he isn’t a boy, but never complain about the praise

Sexual turn-ons:

Riding him hard and fast while pulling at his loose hair, leaving bite marks along his neck

Secretly jerking him off under a banquet table just for the thrill

When you struggle to take all of him, but still make the effort anytime you ask for the lead

How sensitive you become after he teased you throughout the day with a few whispers and fleeting touches

Telling him how good he makes you feel—he thrives on praise, even if he pretends he doesn’t

Finarfin

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Deep conversations about music, healing, or moral philosophy

Your scent—your perfumes and even your natural scent drives him crazy

The kindness and compassion you display and give to others

Seeing you wear anything that a gold or a shade of gold, accentuated to your figure

Offering to braid his hair before court, event or gathering

Sexual turn-ons:

Tracing the contours of his muscles all over his body after a session

Sucking gently on his cock while looking up with shining eyes (better if under a table)

The wild moans escaping your lips as he fingers or eats you out, crying out his name like you were possessed

Allowing him to take his time and fully worship you from head to toe. Not rushing foreplay

Guiding his cock into you, no matter the position

Finrod

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Passionate singing and poetic riddles whispered beneath stars

Playing the harp with eyes closed, losing yourself in sound

Praising him for being a good King to his people and how much you adore being protected and cared for by him

Listening to your voice as you read beside him with your head on his thigh

How flustered and heated you appear during arguments, even if you agree with him

Sexual turn-ons:

Pressing kisses to his cock from base to tip with slow reverence, like you worship him and calling him ‘My King’

Making you look into the mirror and see as he fucks you from behind—see who ruined you were

Helping him wash off which 90% of the time leads to you riding him or being pinned against the wall of the pool

Leaving marks on his skin, especially scratches down his back. Also pull his hair and tie him up

When you tighten your legs around his waist just as he’s about to cum, pulling him deeper into you

Angrod

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Open defiance, especially when you leave room for him tease and taunt, turning your little display into a game

Dirty jokes in diplomatic company—watching his reaction as he stifles laughter

Treating soldiers and the people with equal grace

Roughhousing with him, or even sparring and pinning you under him only for you to reverse the positions

The way you roll your eyes and smirk when you get under his skin

Sexual turn-ons:

Waking him up with the sight of your pretty cunt ready to sit on his face and ride his tongue

Digging your nails into his shoulder blades when he pounds into you from above

When you suck hickeys on his neck and bite his shoulders and arms to muffle your moans

The sight of you gagging lightly on his cock while making eye contact

Watching your ass jiggle whenever he takes you from behind or you ride him in reverse cowgirl

Aegnor

Non-sexual turn-ons:

When you’re passionate in your craft and everything around you—the way your eyes and soul light up

That wild hair and flushed cheeks after riding horseback across the fields or forest

When you best him in a sparring match and press the sword to his throat before running it down his torso—the look in your eyes

You have a reckless streak about you that somehow seems to work out just fine

Singing lewd songs or poems in his ear while he’s trying to concentrate

Sexual turn-ons:

Seeing you bite your pillow, or the way your fingers curl into the sheets

Letting him bite your shoulder while he comes deep inside you

When you’ve gone dump and start babbling nonsense and incomprehensible phrases

Jerking him off over your stomach while he pants into your mouth

Pulling his hair and grinding against him until neither of you can think

Galdor

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Loves to see you in the garden all sweaty and vigorous—some dirt on your face, hair clinging to your skin, face flushed

Sitting in his lap while sharing a drink and teasing him

Cooking with him and moaning with your eyes close each time you taste a dish he made (worse when you lick cream of his fingers)

Wearing his clothes like robes, tunics, shirts as sleepwear even though you have yours

Watching you play with children or animals—he melts

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him lick honey off your body when you suggested that you love his mouth on your skin

Waking him up with you breasts around his cock, better when he cums all over them

Letting him fuck you against a tree trunk, dirt and bark scraping your skin

Moaning wantonly as he takes you slow and deep on a bed of furs

Pulling him into a kiss while stroking him with both hands, your thumb teasing his slit

Ecthelion

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Poise, grace, and musical talent—he’s entranced by beauty in motion

Laughing softly at his clever remarks, even the pretentious ones, even the ones that probably aren’t funny

Wearing something silver with lots of diamonds and having a great taste in fashion

Sparring with him and matching his strength

Wearing clothes that accentuates your figure—doesn’t have to be revealing

Sexual turn-ons:

Giving him a strip tease while he watches from the edge of the bed and tells him that he can’t touch

Hearing the way you cry his name. Sounds like a song he could sing or incorporate into his music

Sucking on his fingers before sliding them inside your cunt

Greeting him all tied up and sitting patiently on the bed when he comes him from a long, tedious day

Sitting in his lap, grinding against him until he’s trembling from restraint

Glorfindel

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Seeing you play with children and be so loving towards them

Braiding his hair before a duel (please tie it up in a bun)—your fingers scratching his scalp and making him shiver

Wearing nothing under his robes except a jewellery set he gifted you for an anniversary

When you compare hand sizes or anything that allows him to compare the size difference between you two

Kissing his scars and whispering praises into his kiss

Sexual turn-ons:

Pretty, pretty, pretty lingerie. Even if it translates to wearing nothing, wearing jewellery or wearing silk and lace

That little moment when you go silent in the middle of him fucking you because you can’t choose between moaning, crying, whining or whimpering

Pulling his hair and guiding his mouth between your legs for him to tongue your clit until your legs quake

Asking him to join you for baths because they never turn into baths

The sudden gushing of your juices all over him whenever you squirt—rawr

Egalmoth

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Flamboyant confidence, especially when paired with genuine wit

Wearing outrageous attire and matching him stride for stride

Singing lewd songs at feasts or making lewd jokes and matching his freak

When you can handle your liquor and drink alongside him

Daring him to flirt and outdo you—he’ll always rise to the challenge

Sexual turn-ons:

Pushing him into a chair and riding him with one hand around his throat

Gasping his name as he eats you out with teasing flicks and drawn-out circles

Whispering how badly you want him while palming his cock through silk

Clawing at his chest as he fucks you against a balcony, half-dressed and uncaring

Letting him finish all over your chest, only to push him back for more

Rog

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Seeing you all hot and bothered whenever you’re angry—he knows he shouldn’t like it, but can’t resist

The little tilt of your neck when your stretching that lets him gaze at the length and shape

Crafting weapons beside him—if you’re a crafter—or helping him in the forges, all covered in sooth

Your confidence is super captivating and ridiculously charming—he just loves when you pull him by his belt

The way you care for him so deeply. Staying up late, making dinner and lunch, washing him off, loving him

Sexual turn-ons:

The way you struggle to not moan too loudly as he pounds you mercilessly in the forge late at night

Ripping open your tunic to get to your chest, burying his face in it like a man possessed

Struggling to take him deeply in your throat and gripping his thighs as he cups your face

The size difference—when he sees the way his cock bulges in your stomach

Watching you squirt all over his cock from overstimulation—he’ll praise it like a victory

Maeglin

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Being his one and only confidant and keeping all his secrets

Your quiet demeanour which allows you to notice everything around you

Wearing black or obsidian jewellery, especially if it matches his own

Standing beside him at court and defending when others doubt his loyalty

Waiting for him with open arms to cuddle after a long day, filled with praises

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him tie your wrists with a silver chain and spread you open like a dark secret

Riding him slowly, stroking his hair, whispering how wrong it feels to enjoy it this much

Offering yourself up wordlessly, needy and soft, knowing he’ll take full advantage

Telling him you’re only his—and meaning it while his cock fills you again and again

Smiling slyly as you swallow every drop of his cum, licking your lips afterwards

Thingol

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Knowing exactly how to carry yourself in court confidently

Speaking languages fluently, especially when correcting him subtly

Elegant attire, understated jewellery, fancy braids and demure composure

Massaging his shoulders while he debates politics and whispering praises in his ear

Telling him how much you adore when he takes care of you

Sexual turn-ons:

Sliding down your robes with excruciating slowness, revealing bare skin under the starlight

Addressing him as ‘My King’ while taking him in your mouth and watching him grip the armrests, attempting to act composed

Whispering that you want to be filled with royal seed while straddling his lap

Pulling him by his belt into a messy, desperate kiss

Riding him on this throne after a court hearing once everyone is gone, or right outside (wants them to know how good he makes you feel)

Beleg

Non-sexual turn-ons:

A little harmless game of hunter and prey never hurt anyone, right?

Hunting alongside him—he just wants to see your ass and legs in those leather trousers

Seeing you in his clothes, being all domestic and barefoot, whenever he returns from the borders

Hearing you laugh unapologetically

Roughhousing with him. Just randomly tackle him onto the ground, and display your strength

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him fuck you in a forest after an intense game of wolf and bunny in the forest

Face down, ass up and moaning like you’re in heat (he’s actually the one ovulating lol)

Whispering your pleasure against his throat as he thrusts into you in silence

Taking control and riding him while he holds your hips still, eyes locked

Letting him cum inside and watching the way he kisses your brow afterwards

Gwindor

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Kindness in the face of cruelty—he watches how you treat the people

Taking care of him despite his tragedies and standing at his side

Your excitement over the simplest of things—it could be him walking into the room and you’re smiling like the sun

Reassuring him he is still beautiful, even in grief

Smiling when he cannot—your light heals him more than you know

Sexual turn-ons:

Stroking his cock while whispering how much you loved and appreciated him

Tightening your legs around his waist when he slides into you, so he knows that you want him to stay

Letting him worship your body with lips and hands until you’re weeping

Your eagerness for mutual masturbation because he loved to see you come undone from just his fingers and mouth

Riding him until he’s whimpering your name

Gil-Galad

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Wearing his house colours proudly, displaying that you were his

Tracing his veins anytime he was shirtless while cuddling or after a sparring match (especially when he was sweaty)

Biting your lips whenever you found him looking appealing in a new attire

The way you playfully grab or smack his ass whenever you’re kissing or out of playfulness

Your confidence as his spouse—standing beside him proudly, introducing yourself as a member of his house, no fear in your voice

Sexual turn-ons:

Being all needy and whimpering how much you needed him to bend you over his throne and fuck you

Sitting on his face while he wore his crown from today’s council meeting

Letting him guide you onto your knees and fill your mouth slowly, reverently

Showing off his marks you left on his back after an excitingly, rough night, during his morning spar

Asking for more even when you could barely contain what he already gave you as it spills out

Elrond

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Bringing him rare books or ancient scrolls and watching his eyes light up

Cradling his head while you rake your fingers through his hair as he reads in bed, exchanging ideologies back and forth

Having compassion and understanding towards his past and his choices

Always being there for him even when you had matters of your own.

Surprising him during late night visits to his study dressed in his robes and small clothes in his favourite colour

Sexual turn-ons:

Taking your time undressing him and kissing every inch of skin as it’s revealed

Letting him eat you out for hours with scholarly focus and patience and not interrupting him

Moaning beneath him as he fucks you slowly, whispering that you’re his safe place

Sucking his cock gently, during stressful moments when he refuses to take a break and definitely needs one

Feeling the way your pulse becomes erratic under his touch each time he pressed his lips to your neck

Elladan

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Randomly ambushing him with kisses or surprised affection

Sparring with him and then knocking him on his back while you’re above him

Riding through the woods on the same horse, pressed up against each other. Preferably him behind you

The affection nicknames and terms of endearment, attached with ‘my’

Stretching. Any form of stretching and worse when a silver of skin shows

Sexual turn-ons:

Moaning like a little brat when he holds you down and fucks you rough

Sucking him off in a hidden glade, both of you stifling laughter

Riding him while pulling his hair and biting his ear

Whimpering his name as he denies you another orgasm and trying to grab onto him to satisfy you—so needy

Finishing in his lap while he keeps you plugged full

Elrohir

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Playful combat—pouncing on him mid-training just to make him laugh

Sharing twin jokes only he and Elladan get, then whispering naughty ones in his ear

Wearing his tunic and nothing else, lounging like you own the place

Reading erotic stories or poetry and subtly making eye contact each time you stress on certain words

Leaning against him under starlight, humming while your fingers trace his collarbone

Sexual turn-ons:

Getting on your knees and sucking him off until he’s moaning your name into his hand

Riding him hard while holding his wrists down, daring him to flip you

Cumming on his face while he smirks and keeps licking, greedy and smug

Letting him take you from behind in the woods

When you let him manhandle you and show a bit of defiance like the brat you were capable of being

Erestor

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intellectual precision—debating him calmly, then proving him wrong with a smile

Reading quietly beside him, your foot brushing his under the table

Bringing him coffee or tea without being asked

Wearing silk robes that matches his dark and refined taste

Whispering clever, inappropriate remarks during council meetings with a straight face

Sexual turn-ons:

Slowly undressing for him while he watches silently, heat in his gaze

Taking his cock in your mouth while he reads, not letting him finish the page

Moaning softly into his hands as he fucks you from behind on his desk

Looking up at him with tears in your eyes, begging for his fingers back inside

Brushing his hair back and asking him to cum on your tongue—then swallowing with a hum

Manwë

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Dancing with him at festivals and reciprocating his little courting gestures

Accepting his gifts, especially the sparkly one that he begged Aulë’s to make for you

Being impressed with his aerial performances whenever he was showing off outside your house or randomly

When the other avians appear around you, you would gently shoo them, muttering that you were taken by a big birdie

Helping him preen his feathers or doing it on your own. Also, add decorations and make him sparkle

Sexual turn-ons:

Calling him ‘My King’ or ‘My Lord’ while you run your fingers through his silky hair

Being completely fucked out from his heat, yet showing excitement for when his next heat would roll around

The way you smell like him after he fills you up makes him pull you aside to give you more

Just the joy of watching the way your pussy stretches around his cock as you swallow him up

Begging for more even when you’re on the brink of fatigue and overly stuffed

Námo

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Never fearing death, but understanding it

Discussing fate and prophecy

Letting him touch your wrist to read your spirit’s thread

Wearing black with silver embroidery

Showering him in the affection he doesn’t believe he deserves

Sexual turn-ons:

Calling him “My Lord” as he ruts into you with abandon control and pent up frustration

Being a brat and sass him back when he ordering you about, leading to you being manhandled

Letting him edge you for what feels like hours until your legs give out

Being gagged and tied up with silk ribbon while he fucks you slowly till sunrise

Wearing nothing but his robes which gets you spanked and fingered

Irmo

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Watching you dance barefoot in his garden among the flowers, wearing loose, pale robes

Whispering your dreams and desires into his ear and asking him to find their meaning

Telling him that you dreamt of him last night or during a nap he had no intervention in, and leaving him guessing

When you let him know that he was your motivation for all your dreams and ambitions

Asking him to create dreams catered to your interests where he can also visit and spend more time with you

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him visit you in your dreams to eat you out till your shaking and when you wake up, he’s between your thighs

Calling his name in your sleep while he slides inside you like a dream you forgot

Him teasing you when he discovered all your kinks and trying them out all at once, to see you wrecked

Wrapping your legs around his waist as he whispers every dirty word in perfect Valarin

Begging him not to let you wake—and feeling him cum inside you like a blessing

Eonwë

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Practising swordplay with him shirtless and letting him get a little too close

Proudly showing him off as your mate and showing everyone the pretty gifts he gets you

When he sees that you have a drawer or box full of all the items he randomly gifted you

You no longer tolerating other birds coming around and stealing your attention. You let them know that your mate would fight them and win

Randomly building a nest with your pillows, cushions and articles of yours and his clothes, to cuddle

Sexual turn-ons:

When you’re so desperate to get on your knees and suck him off because he deserved being worshipped

Gripping the base of his wings—that spot were his wings meet his back—knowing how sensitive he was as he drives into you

When he tells you that you were still unable to take all of him and you push him down to climb on top of him to prove him wrong

Whispering how much you ache for his strength as he lifts you and fucks you standing, wings extending to make himself larger and assert dominance

Rocking back and letting you do your thing as you rode him on your own, occasionally jerking upwards to watch you topple over

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Widow’s Hellfire: Part 1

This is a story featuring two OCs from my main epic fantasy project! This takes place 150 years before then, so consider this series a ‘character backstory’. This is the second part of an arc following my ‘mentor’ archetype character Velathil Nerixi; a former scholar and tutor of a noble family. In wake of his divorce, he left his job and joined the military for a fresh start; after all, the era of peace had been ongoing for nearly one-thousand years, surely it wouldn't break now? Now, him and friend's wife Aurora are among two survivors of a surprise ambush. With Aurora's husband dead and Velathil directionless, the two must determine how to move forward; together.

If it weren’t for his recklessness, Aurora’s husband would still be alive.

Velathil sat on the wooden floor of his home, his arms hugged close to his chest as he watched her paint the scene of the desert. He didn’t mind letting her paint here; it gave her a chance to get out of her parents house, and he enjoyed watching her process. Every brush stroke seemed so carefully placed, the smell of the pine oil lingering in the air. Aurora’s paintings weren’t like what he was used to seeing within the noble estates of his former workplace; the paintings within Magisters Hill seemed perfect, to the point of being unsettling.

Aurora’s paintings held imperfections; sometimes, there was too much or too little paint on her brush. Sometimes, the strokes were uneven. Sometimes, her hand twitched. Yet that was what made her artwork so fascinating to him. She didn’t rush to rectify a mistake, but simply made it a part of the painting.

He watched as she mixed a new color onto her palette; a bright fuchsia that felt out of place with the earthy, beige and terracotta tones of the sand. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” she paused to look over her painting, deciding where she wanted to move her brush next.

“Why paint the desert?” The desert was where their military careers had ended three months ago. A surprise ambush took out almost all twelve mages in their unit except two; they were the sole survivors.

She sighed, putting the brush down. “My mother thinks it’ll help. To make something beautiful out of tragedy, or something like that.” She turned to face him, “do you still have nightmares?”

“Of course I do. I don’t know how anyone couldn’t.” The sights of blood staining the sand. The smells of burning flesh. The looks of their dying companions. It was etched into his memory permanently.

She paused again, looking over her work. “Do you feel guilty?”

There were many things he felt guilty for. For the explosion that caught her husband in the crossfire. For holding her in his arms days after her husband died, even though she had asked him to. “I do, yes.”

She kept her eyes on the palette, watching as the oil and pigment combined. “I know if I didn’t do something, they would’ve killed me. But I still feel horrible. They must’ve had families, friends. Wives, husbands, children. And I just…” she bit her lip, taking a deep breath. “I eviscerated them. The sights, the smells, I remember all of it so clearly, even now."

Velathil nodded his head. The two of them were fire Elementalists, trained in the art of destruction and demolition. Yet nothing could’ve prepared Aurora for the assault on her senses when she realized she had melted a man alive.

Both of them chose their field for less than noble reasons. Playing with fire was fun. Setting old buildings ablaze, creating fantastic, colorful displays in the sky. None of them anticipated the one thousand year period of peace being broken this year, the year they had both joined the Sentinels.

“I never thought you could smell in your dreams,” he said with a weary laugh. “But…I do,” he trailed off, looking down at the floor.

She picked the brush back up, dipping it in the bright pink paint as she started painting a flower on the sand. She took a deep breath, changing the subject. “Do you like it here?” She had asked Velathil to move back to her hometown with her. After all, he didn’t know where else to go, and they were the only two people that understood what they had seen.

“I do,” he nodded. “It’s…peaceful.” It was jarring, the way they’d go from speaking of their time in the Invasion to making casual small talk. Still, it was the only way they could get through the day.

“Not as fancy as Magisters Hill I’m sure,” she smiled, painting more bright flowers onto the desert. “No fancy parties or balls or businessmen out here.”

He let out a quiet laugh, “you say that like it’s a bad thing. This is a significant improvement. I will take being in the middle of nowhere over stupid noble pettiness any day.”

“We’re not in the middle of nowhere," she snickered, "we’re only twenty miles outside the city.”

“We’re basically in the middle of nowhere. But again, I don’t see that as a bad thing,” he grinned. A small town with one teleporter, one alchemist, one butcher, and a few farmers. It was miniscule compared to anywhere else he had lived, but it was a welcome change.

“Okay, but there’s still plenty of stupid pettiness here.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“You’re here,” she teased, flashing him a toothy grin. “It brings me comfort, though.”

He rolled his eyes. "My 'stupid pettiness' brings you comfort?”

"Yeah." She turned to face him once more. “No matter where we go, where we are, you’re always a bit of an ass. And that never seems to change.”

“I can be more of an ass, if you’d like," he joked. "Although, that may prove to be difficult with no spoiled brats around to scream at me.”

“Working with children in general sounds awful,” she sighed, focusing back on her painting. “Working with noble children though? You must have incredible patience.”

“I don’t.”

She let out a snort, her hand once again shaking as she laughed. A tall, pink line had been painted onto the canvas, but that could easily be transformed into something else. She didn’t let it bother her.

He cherished the moments she laughed; it was only a few months ago they made their somber walk back to civilization after the ambush. Throughout the whole journey to the city, she had said so little. Now, she finally was starting to seem like herself again. Still, he had never broached the subject of what happened in their travels.

“Can I ask you something now?”

She nodded, starting to put her supplies away to take a break. “Go ahead.”

“When we were walking back to Xehas. You asked me to hold you.”

She looked away from him, a shameful expression creeping across her face. She nodded slowly, “I did.”

“Why?”

She sighed, sitting on the floor across from him. “I…I don’t know. Believe me, I’ve tried to figure it out, but…I’m not sure.”

“I understand,” he said softly. “I just…” he shrugged, struggling to look at her. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it. I can’t help but feel guilty.”

“Don’t." Her playful demeanor had disappeared, her tone stern. "I asked you to.”

“But I-”

“How do you think I feel?” She laughed nervously. “Asking another man to hold me, days after my husband’s death? A man who my husband considered to be one of his best friends? I feel horrible. I feel like I’ve betrayed him,” tears started to brim in her eyes. “But…” She let out another heavy sigh. “I don’t know. I'm sorry I don't have a better answer for you.” She stood up, starting to pack up her supplies. “I should go.”

He didn’t try to stop her. He knew he had overstepped. He stood up, leaning against the wall. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

She stood in front of the door, shaking her head. “No, I…” She bit her lip, looking back up at him. “I don’t feel guilty for asking you. I think anyone would desire comfort in a time like that. I feel guilty because-”

“Don’t say anything you’re going to regret.” He desperately wanted to know what she planned to say, but felt as if he had to cut her off. She didn’t deserve to feel any more guilt than she already did.

She nodded, “thank you, Velathil.”

When she left, he looked back at her painting. The scene of the desert. In her vision, there was no blood. No corpses. Only soft sand and blooming flowers. Was this how she saw the desert before, or after those fateful events? He wouldn’t ask her.

It was hard not to think about her in the coming days, hardly seeing her at all after their conversation. Before her husband’s death, he hadn’t ever thought of her romantically. Maybe once or twice, in passing, but he had never seriously considered it. For the entire time he’d known her, she had been married to a good man. A man who took care of her, who made her happy. Now he was gone, and he still saw it as his fault.

He revisited the scene every night. A swarm of soldiers wearing midnight blue armor. He had blended in with the shadows, surveyed the scene, then ducked into the crowd to unleash a blaze of fire upon them. When he looked through the crowd, her husband Cadrin was nowhere to be seen. When the blaze dissipated, his face was hardly recognizable, the flames consuming him. He had no idea where Cadrin had come from. Perhaps he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, taking an unfortunate misstep. Perhaps Velathil hadn’t looked hard enough, and doomed Cadrin to his fate. Either way, it was impossible to not blame himself.

He laid in bed alone, staring up at the wooden ceiling, listening to the raindrops fall. He hadn’t slept through the night in months. It was nice to no longer wake up screaming in terror, but a full night’s rest would’ve been a welcomed change.

He heard a knock at the door, and immediately shot out of bed. His breathing quickened, and he frantically looked for a weapon. Why would someone be at his door at this hour?

“Velathil? It’s me,” said Aurora, her voice muffled by the door. He let out a sigh of relief before quickly slipping on a pair of pants, opening the door and letting her inside.

“What are you doing out here? It’s got to be past midnight.” He hadn’t spoken to her in days, he thought she might’ve been avoiding him after their last encounter.

She shook her head, trying to get the rainwater out of her hair. “I wanted to see you. I…” she stepped closer to him. “I didn’t want to be alone with the visions and dreams and what not,” she mumbled.

“Are you…are you sure?” This wouldn't be the first time she had visited him in the middle of the night, but he thought back to her words the other day. In any other context, a married woman visiting a man in the middle of the night would be wrong.

“I’ve…I’ve been thinking, Vel.” She wrapped her arms around him, her head resting on his chest. “Do we deserve to be happy? After everything we’ve done, everyone we’ve killed?”

He hesitantly put his arms around her, touching her back. “I think so. We can’t wallow forever, I think.”

She nodded, “you’re right.” She looked up at him, "the other day. You didn’t let me tell you why I feel guilty. Please, let me explain.”

His heart was nearly pounding out of his chest. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I…I felt guilty when you held me because I enjoyed it. I enjoyed being in your arms. I enjoy it now. Yet, if you were anyone else, I don’t know if I’d feel this way. You were there, you understand.”

“I…” he wasn’t sure what to say. Never before had he told her how Cadrin died, just that he was gone. Even if she shared his feelings, it felt wrong. “I still don’t think I could ever understand what you’re going through.”

“I’m not asking you to. I just…” she was crying onto his chest, “I just can’t be alone. Please, please hold me again.”

He said nothing, simply wrapping his arms tighter around her. The storm raged on outside, the wind whistling in the distance as the raindrops got heavier and louder. “Do you want this? To...to hold me?”

He sighed. “Aurora, every second I share with you I want nothing more than for you to be happy. I’ll never forget how it was watching you as we walked back to the city. I wanted nothing more than to see you smile again. When you asked me to hold you, I felt awful for enjoying it. For enjoying how you felt in my arms, for enjoying your warmth. I want this, I think about you constantly, but…I couldn’t forgive myself if I made your grief more difficult.”

She took a deep breath, leaving his arms and walking towards the bed. She slipped off her white night dress, revealing her naked body. Her thighs that kissed, her large breasts, her curvy figure. Her body was soft and delicate, reminiscent of the Mother of Mages herself. “Velathil, we don’t have to do nothing you’re uncomfortable with, but I-”

He could hardly focus on her words, mesmerized by her body even in the dark. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said softly.

She walked back over to him, putting a hand on his cheek. “I want to be happy, Vel. I’m happy when I’m with you. Maybe it’s…wrong, or too soon, but if I’ve learned anything, it’s that life is short.” She smiled, running her fingers over the tips of his ears. “Well, maybe not for you, but for me at least," she smiled. "But I don’t want to be sad anymore. I don’t want to deny myself happiness.”

The feeling of her touching his ears was too much, his breathing shallow. His hands shook. He had been with dozens of women, yet she brought out a feeling of anxiety he hadn’t felt in nearly a century.

She took his hand, placing it upon her naked breast. “I want you to touch me, please.”

Her body was cold from more than just walking in the rain. Her words didn’t say it, but she was just as nervous as he was. Still, she had made her position clear. He leaned in and kissed her, an action he had fantasized about doing since the night he first held her. He kissed her softly, passionately, as they both fell back onto the bed.

He trailed kisses down her neck, her chest, running his hands along her soft skin. She spread her legs, and all he wanted was to make her feel good. His own pleasure came secondary.

He looked over her delicate pussy, taking the time to grope her thighs and upper belly. Everything about her was perfect in his eyes, viewing her as a Saint that deserved to be worshipped. He ran his tongue along her lips, listening to the soft sounds of her moans as he kissed her pussy. He moved his tongue inside, tasting her and savoring the erotic noises she made. He held onto her thighs as he moved, allowing himself to move his tongue more erratically. He followed the sound of her voice, speeding up each time she cried out. Her clit was swollen, twitching in pleasure before he started to suck on it.

She screamed, the sensations coursing through her body; ones she hadn’t felt in nearly half a year. She gripped onto his bed sheets, her thighs squeezing against his head. He could’ve sat there for hours, tasting and worshipping her pussy, but she wanted more.

He slipped a finger inside her slowly; she was soaking wet, but still tight. He moved back and forth, watching as she subconsciously moved her hips. She craved the feeling of being full, of being stretched. “Please, more!”

He obliged, sticking another finger inside and licking her clit as he moved back and forth. He curled his fingers, feeling her squirm as he hit just the right spot. She held his head, running her fingers through his hair.

“Please, don’t stop!” She cried out, moving against his motions. He obliged, moving even faster as her walls tightened around his fingers. She bit her lip, trying to hold back, but failed as she came all over his hand. She tossed her head back, letting out more and more moans as she tried to catch her breath. It was a release she desperately needed, and the sensation of it was intoxicating.

He was perfectly content with having their night end there. He didn’t want her to feel like she needed to pleasure him; frankly, he enjoyed the view. She had a soft, round face, one that was naturally innocent. The expressions she made, the sounds she made, he would’ve been happy to simply pleasure himself at the memory. When he stood up, she wasted no time sitting up and tugging at his pants.

“Please. I need more,” she begged, the look of lust in her eyes impossible to deny.

He smiled, licking her juices off his fingers. “I’m yours.”

She pulled his pants down, and his hard cock sprung free. She looked a bit shocked at the length, but said nothing, opting to instead lick the tip of it.

He closed his eyes, running his fingers through her strawberry blonde curls as he felt her tongue. Short, sweet little licks that slowly shifted to the entire head of his cock in her mouth. He looked down at her, her eyes glimmering even in the dark as he rested his hand on her head. She took more and more with each movement, before she eventually started to choke as she made her way to the bottom.

The sounds of her choking on his cock were addictive. It was wrong, but he wanted to hear more. When she did it again, forcing herself to take his whole length in her mouth, he didn’t protest, letting out another loud moan at the sensation of her throat.

She came up for air, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she caught her breath. “Do you want to make love to me, or do you want to fuck me?”

The question took him off guard. “What?”

“If you want to make love to me, then I’ll lay down, so you can see me. But if you just want to fuck me, then I’ll get on my hands and knees.”

Both were admittedly appealing options. “I…can we do both?” He awkwardly stammered.

She smiled, laying back on the bed as she spread her legs once more. “Of course.”

He ran his hands down her thighs, lining the tip of his cock up with her entrance. He looked down at her body, then at her face. Her eyes looked so eager. He leaned down, and kissed her again as he pushed inside, both of them moaning through their kiss. His fingers interlocked with hers as he started to move.

The first night he held her changed everything; the way her body pressed against his, the soft noises she made as she slept. He started to notice more and more about her. Her smile, her laugh, her witty comebacks. He had fallen for all of her, and he couldn’t help himself. He was madly in love with her, yet it still felt wrong to say. She could’ve just wanted him for release, and he would’ve accepted that.

She wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him closer and deeper. He kissed her neck once more, unable to resist the primal urge to mark her as his. He sucked at her neck, and she cried out in pleasure. She felt his entire length moving in and out of her, and she was close to cumming again already.

The feeling of her tightening against his cock was dangerous. She gripped him so tightly, it was almost as if her body was trying to force him to cum inside her. He resisted, slowing his movements as he kissed her once more, this time playing with her breast. She still managed to cum, her breath close enough for him to feel her moans.

He pulled out of her, needing to give himself a break. Still, she was eager, already on her hands and knees for him. It was a perfect angle for her; he got a perfect look at her heart shaped ass, her dripping pussy, her supple thighs. He couldn’t hold himself back, gripping onto her hips and slamming back into her perfect body. The way she felt against him, her ass bouncing against his skinny frame, was incredible. This way, he got even deeper than before, pushing against her g-spot repeatedly.

They had been relatively quiet other than moaning throughout, but it was this action that prompted her to moan his name. “Velathil! Velathil, you feel so good!” She whimpered.

“Oh, Aurora,” he moaned, pushing into her with a quick pace. “You’re so beautiful,” he said under his breath. He couldn’t handle much more. “I’m close, Aurora.”

“Cum wherever you want, please!” She had lost all inhibitions, and when she looked back to face him, to watch him fuck her, she came almost immediately. The look of him grabbing her ass, panting and fucking into her with little abandon, the mesmerized look on his face. She knew he wanted her, and that made everything so much better. When they locked eyes, he couldn’t hold back, climaxing inside her.

He was so drained he almost fell on top of her. He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her close to him, holding her the same way he had months ago; only this time, their skin touched.

He watched as his seed spilled out between her legs. “I-I’m so sorry-”

“It’s alright,” she giggled. “I’ll make sure I go to the alchemist tomorrow, it’s fine.” She turned to kiss him. He was relieved; she didn’t seem regretful, she seemed happy. He could only hope that would last come morning.

I've been wanting to post something about these two for awhile. They have a really wholesome, sweet relationship that starts and ends in a fucked up way, but they're a lot of fun. I know it's not x reader like my usual stuff, I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!

Their story is gonna have some angst, some ballroom scenes, some sweet domestic fluff, and of course, smut. One time I had really bad writer's block for my main project so I wrote 40k words of various smut scenes for these two and it fixed it. So I hope you're ready for a lot of plot with porn!

fr i hope you enjoyed it, and thank you for reading!!!

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starrydragoness · 3 months ago

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Servicing an Elven General

I know a lot of my stories are porn with plot. This is literally just filthy slutty degradation porn. I also wanted to write for a character that’s just. Not a good person. Like, at all. Enjoy! Body descriptions are minimal, but written with chubby reader in mind. I did not edit this but I might later LMAO

In a war such as this one, almost everything and everyone had been forced to take a side. There was only one place untouched by the division, and that happened to be your place of work.

The gloryhole on the border.

Orcs, humans, elves, dwarves; all were patrons of yours, regardless of politics. Being on the border meant your job was much less dignified than a normal prostitute or courtesan, but the money more than made up for it. All those outside could see was stalls of women with their legs spread, tied to the wall to keep from falling, ready to take as many loads as they could before the night was done.

You arrived through the back door; after all, part of the mystique was your face being concealed. Walking through the main entrance had the chance of ruining the facade if someone happened to be there early. You got to your spot, undressed, and laid down. Soon enough, you heard your boss walking outside, grabbing your legs and tying you up.

“It’s the elves today,” she sighed. Your boss was a small Dwarven woman, in the business purely for money. She didn’t care to use her own employees like many other procurers; she just wanted a business that could survive the ever changing landscape, and she had chosen wisely.

“That shouldn’t be too bad,” you mumbled. “Easier than the orc army last week, I was sore in places I didn’t even know could be sore.”

“Might be easier for you, but not for me,” she chuckled. “Demanding little pricks they are,” she mumbled under her breath. “But they pay well, and they follow the rules, so their money’s as good as anyone else’s.”

She was right. It was only a few minutes later you overheard a conversation through the thin, wooden walls.

“I want one that’s been untouched, I don’t want to touch one that’s been tainted by human filth,” a voice spat.

“Not sure there’s a brothel this side of the country that the orcs haven’t patronized,” your boss laughed. “You find one, you let me know.”

“Fine. Then one that’s been untouched today. I want to be the first and the last.”

“Now that I can do. This way.” You heard footsteps get closer before the door opened, feeling a slight breeze. “She got here only a few minutes before you did.”

You heard only footsteps as he walked closer. You couldn’t see the man, but his silence indicated he was examining you. You felt his hand on your thigh. “She’ll do perfectly.”

“Alright. I’ll leave you to it.” The door closed, and you were left alone with whoever was behind the fabric divider.

He ran his hand down your thigh, quietly laughing to himself. “What a pretty cunt. I’m eager to see what it looks like after it’s been destroyed,” he said. You heard what sounded like him getting down on his knees, and the next thing you felt was a tongue licking your pussy.

That didn’t happen often.

You savored the feeling; he had to take some type of pleasure in the act. After all, you were there for whoever was on the other side, your pleasure didn’t matter. He moved quickly, licking with eagerness as he tasted you. You let out a moan, the only noise permitted to leave your mouth unless directed otherwise.

You felt his fingers start to rub your clit. “So wet already, what a good whore you are.” He stood up, and you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. You felt the tip of his cock touch your entrance, and despite how wet you were, he still felt a need to tease you. He slapped his cock against your pussy, rubbing it against your lips, just barely putting the tip in. Your moans grew louder, your tied legs keeping you from shaking too much.

“You have such cute moans for a slut. I’m almost beginning to think you enjoy it.”

Admittedly, you did.

He finally thrusted inside you, quickly establishing a rough pace as he held onto your thighs. He slammed into you, his strokes shaking your entire body as you moaned in pleasure.

“Oh, you love this, don’t you?” He teased. “I bet you love being a worthless hole.”

You were almost afraid he’d pull you out with how fast he fucked you. You grabbed onto the strips of leather on each side of the wall, holding them to keep you steady as he used your body.

You had done this long enough to know the pros and cons of each creature when it came to sex. Orcs were well-endowed, but sometimes the pain outweighed the pleasure. Humans were variable, but they came fast. Dwarves were rarely mean, but they took their time. Elves usually had longer cocks, but they were never as thick as an orc’s or a dwarf’s. The pros of elves came with their stamina; able to cum five to ten times before giving out, and they rarely came quick either. Despite his erratic, quick pace, you doubted he’d stop anytime soon. If there were even ten people outside waiting for you, it’d be a long night.

He came deep inside of you, but didn’t stop, only slowing his pace as he kept his seed shoved deep inside you. He rested for maybe a minute or so, thrusting slowly, before he was ready to go again.

The constant stimulation of your g-spot made it impossible to hold back, cumming onto his cock over and over again. Eventually, you couldn’t take anymore, your pussy squirting as you squirmed against your bindings. The sound of your juices hitting the floor echoed through the room, and he slapped his cock on your pussy again, listening to how wet it was.

“Dirty fucking slut,” he moaned as he pushed back inside you. “Cumming everywhere for a stranger’s cock. You love this, now I’m sure.”

With him, he was right.

“Say it. Say you love it.”

You finally spoke, “I love it! It feels so good!”

“That’s right,” he rubbed your clit once more, wanting to feel you come on his cock yet again.

By the time he was done, he had unloaded into you six times, and you had squirted just as much. He’d leave you a shaking, cum filled mess.

“I think I’ve had enough for now,” he said as he caught his breath. “But I’ll be back. I’m sure you’ll have no problem handling the rest,” he laughed.

You weren’t sure how you’d hold up against ten more elves, but you somehow managed. Some were gentle, some were rough, but all left you with a dripping wet pussy. By the time the last one was done with you, cum was falling out onto the floor, you were unable to keep their loads inside you.

The door opened once more, and once again you heard the sound of slow footsteps. “Look at you. I’m told you were quite the entertainer.”

You weren’t sure if he wanted to respond, so you stayed quiet, listening to him unbuckle his belt once more.

“I’m sure you can handle just one more, hmm?” He pushed his cock inside you, and you were so stretched and full you had no reaction. “My, look what they’ve done to you,” he said as he moved, this time slower than before. “Stretching out this perfect pussy, filling you with their cum. I’m sure they all thought their bravado was thrilling, but…I know I’ll be the one you think of tonight.”

It wasn’t uncommon for men to talk themselves up, but…maybe he’d be right. Maybe you would think about him tonight. He started to move faster, but was still much slower than before.

You heard the sound of him untying one of the straps holding your legs up, dropping your legs to the ground. You were much more numb than you anticipated. “Now get on your stomach. I want a view no one else has had,” he said.

You managed to move, still keeping your face hidden as you spread your legs behind him. He pushed into you again. “Look at that,” he mumbled, smacking your ass. “That’s quite the view, and all for me,” he smiled, now quickening his pace. He gripped your ass tightly, not holding back when he smacked you. “Good girl, take it,” he hissed. He lost control of your body once more, his balls slamming against your pussy; he couldn’t have much more left in him, could he?

He only had one load left for you, but he made it count. You cried out in pleasure, amazed by how he managed to stay inside your pussy with how soaking wet it was; most others would’ve slipped out.

He gripped you harder and harder, pulling your hands back and forcing your body onto his cock. Unable to keep yourself balanced, he ended up pulling you out of the stall. It wasn’t not allowed per se, but it certainly wasn’t…conventional.

You were shocked when he lifted you up, bouncing your entire body on his cock. For the first time, both of you got a look at each other.

He was an elf, as you had been told. Certainly handsome and fit, yet still carrying that stereotypical sense of elegance and haughtiness. He smiled as he looked at you, moving to hold you against a wall as he fucked you. Now, he got a long look at you, his movements faster now that he could see the exasperated, fucked out look on your face. To your surprise, he kissed you. It certainly wasn’t romantic, his tongue all over you, kissing quickly and erratically as your spit mixed with his. You wrapped your arms around him, feeling the cum of his comrades sliding down his cock as he fucked you.

You saw a weary look in his eyes, and then you felt the last load of the night flood your pussy. He sat you down on the edge of the stall bench you had laid before, taking a moment to catch his breath.

He smiled, looking back down at you. “You know, I do believe you’d make a wonderful concubine.”

I just wanted to write something really slutty that’s literally it I’m ovulating besties

Thanks for reading! Part 2?? Maybe. Idk…

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starrydragoness · 3 months ago

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Servicing an Elven General Part 3

Part 1-Part 2

Tags/CWs: Gangbang, cockwarming, degradation, voyeurism, choking, mentions of breeding, BD/SM dynamics, kind of somno?

The next few days were somewhat of a blur. Money exchanged hands, you had collected your things, and now you resided in their keep. Your new position as the general’s plaything had begun.

In some ways, it was much more relaxing than the brothel. When he wasn’t degrading you, he seemed to be a busy man. You’d find yourself wandering the keep, exploring all it had to offer. Occasionally you’d receive stares from his subordinates, but they’d never take you without your Lord’s permission. You couldn’t fault them for staring; you spent most of your time wearing either very little, or nothing at all. After all, the general wanted to see his toy, as well as show you off to others.

That’s what intrigued you the most; how willing he was to share you with the rest of his men. It was the same rule as what happened at the brothel; he’d let anyone use you however they wanted, so long as he was the first and last man inside you. However, today was a little different; instead of his best men spending time with you alone afterwards, they watched as the general ravaged your wet pussy.

Some of them touched themselves to you, stroking their cocks as they watched. Two of them had their cocks stroked by your hands, while others grabbed at your breasts. Some of them held you down, keeping you from squirming too much as you felt the general’s cock thrust deep inside of you.

“Look at me,” he said as he watched you. “Look me in the eyes while I fuck you.” He didn’t hold back, slamming his cock into you as others held your legs apart. You did your best to follow his instruction, maintaining eye contact with him as he fucked you.

He kept the same smirk on his face throughout. His pleasure didn’t just come from your pussy gripping him tight, but the noises and faces you made. Sprawled out for everyone to see, surrounded by cocks ready to fuck you, yet you were his. It was a privilege for him to let them fuck his toy, and he wanted to make sure they knew it.

He let out a grunt as he slammed into you, holding you tight as his cum filled you up. He pulled out slowly, some of his cum starting to drip out of you. He pushed his fingers inside you, making sure none of his seed was wasted.

He stepped aside, gesturing towards you. “Use her as you please,” making sure to say the direction in the common tongue; he wanted you to hear his command. He walked to the back wall, leaning against it and taking the time to just watch. For some reason, you looked back at him. You weren’t sure why you wanted to see his face, his reaction; was it his affection you craved? His approval? No, it couldn’t be; at the end of the day he was just another man that had bought your body to use. Yet something about his demeanor, the look of never quite being entirely satisfied, made you want his attention.

He noticed your gaze and walked closer, watching as another man spread your legs and pushed himself inside your cum filled pussy. The man used you with almost as much aggression as he did, fucking you so hard your entire body shook. Yet the general walked closer, close enough to touch you. For a moment, he just…watched. There were others nearby, wanting to use your mouth, to feel your throat, but they kept their distance. He grabbed your face, moving his hand to make sure you stayed fixated on him. “Just keep your eyes on me,” he said softly, leaning down and kissing you on the forehead. It was an odd juxtaposition; a soft, almost innocent kiss while the man in front of you came inside you, another soon taking his place.

Despite his tone, his touch was firm, now joining some of the others in keeping you pinned down. He continued to whisper in your ear, “you’re doing so good. Such a good slut, keeping her legs wide open for anyone to breed.” He ran his thumb along your face, before pushing one of his fingers in your mouth. “Go on. Suck.”

You followed his command, sucking on his fingers without a second thought. You could almost still taste yourself on them. It was almost insulting, the way he kept the others from your mouth. He received no physical pleasure from you sucking on his fingers. However, your submission was enough to get him going once again. Perhaps it might be considered rude, but you belonged to him. He took his fingers out your mouth, moving to rub your clit. His fingers were wet with your spit as he moved in circles. “Show them how much you enjoy this. How much you enjoy taking their cocks.”

As soon as he had moved, two more cocks were within your arms reach. You grabbed both of them, stroking them as you let out another moan. Your breasts were groped once again. You were unable to tell who was touching you, your mind entering a haze as you were drunk on cock. Your mouth hung open, lips parted, and before you knew it another cock had thrusted into your throat, clearly desperate to feel you.

The feeling of so many hands on you. Of so many cocks touching you, of almost all your holes being filled. It was enough to bring you to the edge, your back arching as you came.

He pulled away for a moment, looking down at you as you were used. “Look at you. Look how happy you are. Right where you belong. Your life’s purpose, is to worship my cock, and any other cock I tell you to.”

The man in your mouth moved faster, unable to contain himself as he came down your throat.

“I don’t need to tell you to swallow it, do I? I figure a dumb whore like you must know at least that much, hmm?”

You did as he said, swallowing his cum without another word. When the man pulled away, he gave his subordinates another direction; “get her on her hands and knees.”

The men turned you over, and you positioned yourself as directed. He positioned his once again hard cock near your face, just barely out of reach. “Come on. Suck it.”

You tried to lean forward, your tongue just barely out of reach. He smiled, watching you struggle with your tongue out, like a dog panting for water. He looked over at the other man positioning himself behind you, feeling him tease your hot cunt. “Fuck her. I don’t care if you tear her in two, I want you to fuck he as hard as you can,” he directed.

The man listened, gripping your ass forcefully, slapping it as he started to fuck into you. The push from his thrusts brought you closer to his cock, your mouth hanging open as your tongue started to reach just the tip, licking it in tandem with the man’s thrusts. Still, it wasn’t enough for him. Eventually, he grew tired of tormenting you, grabbing you and forcing you take his cock in your mouth. You had no choice but to accept it, feeling him choke you. The tears welled in your eyes, but that seemed to only fuel him more. “You’re even prettier when you cry,” he taunted you, moving faster. You were starting to feel as if you couldn’t breathe; the force of the general’s thrusts, in combination with the man behind you pushing you further forward onto his cock. You weren’t sure if you could last. He finally pulled out of you, letting you breathe as he painted your face with his cum once again.

“There. Now you’re perfect,” he grinned, backing away once more for someone else to take your mouth. For the rest of the time, he just watched. Watching you take load after load after load, your pussy dripping with cum, bruised and sore. Now that they saw you, they fucked you voraciously. Your face, your stomach, your breasts, all covered in cum; not to mention your pussy leaking onto the floor. They had left you barely conscious.

The rest of them left the room, and to your surprise, the general picked you up. It made sense he was strong, he was a soldier after all. Elves didn’t carry their muscle the same way humans did, still maintaining their slender appearances while being able to complete the same feats of strength a human could. He carried you back to his room, setting you down onto the bed.

He walked away, and you weren’t sure what awaited you. You certainly didn’t expect him to return with a warm, wet cloth, wiping away the cum and sweat from you. Perhaps he loved putting you back together as much as he enjoyed breaking you. You knew you couldn’t question him, but even if you could, you didn’t have the stamina to even think, much less speak. He moved behind you, pulling you onto his lap as he continued to clean you up.

Your entire body was sensitive, the wet fabric brushing against your nipples caused you to shake, letting out a gasp at the sudden warmth. “Shh, relax,” he cooed, placing kisses down your neck. It was a strange level of intimacy you didn’t expect.

He moved further, brushing against your aching cunt. You let out a yelp, reflexively pulling back and leaning against his chest. He gripped your neck, one hand around tightly around your throat as the other wiped away the cum leaking out of you. “Stay still.” It took every ounce of willpower you had to not squirm under his touch, biting your lip and trying to stifle your whimpers. Even an act that could be seen as sweet and caring required your obedience and submission.

He finished cleaning you up, petting your head. “Now, turn around.” You did as he said, facing him as he pulled you forward, his hard cock in front of your belly. You weren’t sure how much more you could take. If he planned to fuck you the way he had the other night, the pain would be unbearable. The thought alone was enough to make your eyes well with tears. You knew you looked pathetic, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Still, you let him move you, pulling you down onto his cock. You managed to take it, feeling the sting as he filled you up. However, he didn’t immediately start to thrust into you. He pulled you down further into an embrace, and you laid your head on his shoulder. He planted his hands on your ass, caressing it for just a moment before doing…nothing.

Nothing.

You sat there on his cock, your arms wrapped around his neck. His hands wandered to your back, kissing you on the top of your head. Then, he ignored you. He never instructed you to get off, or to move. He said nothing. He grabbed a book from his bedside, and kept you there to do nothing but warm his cock as he read.

You took advantage of the moment of relaxation, letting your guard down as you laid there. Eventually, the sting went away, your body used to his length. After a while, you felt like you could fall asleep right there on his cock. He’d occasionally touch you, petting your head or running his hand down your back, but for the most part he ignored you. You struggled to keep your eyes open, and just as you were about to fall asleep, he slowly started to move.

“Remember, I still need to have you,” he said softly, his book back on the bedside table as he started to bounce you on his cock slowly. “You were so good for me today, did you enjoy your rest?”

Now you realized; he was kind enough to give you a break, but even those moments of rest meant one of your holes being filled. “Yes sir,” you let out a whimper as he started to move a bit faster, his hands on your hips.

“Good girl,” he cooed. “Now, as soon as I breed you, I’ll let you fall asleep right here on my cock. Understand?”

You nodded, “yes sir.”

“Good,” he smacked your ass once more and you let out another cry, that part of you still sore. He started to move faster, hitting your g-spot. “Just let me use you, that’s it,” he kept holding you, your head still leaning on his shoulder. He pulled your head up, forcing your face against his as he kissed you. You returned the kiss, moaning into his mouth. He moved his hands back down to your ass, gripping you tight.

“Still so wet for me, such a good slut you are. Always excited to be fucked. Tell me how much you love my cock.”

“It feels so good,” you moaned. Nowadays, you felt incomplete without a cock inside you.

“Tell me how much you want me to breed you.”

“Please, please cum in me sir! I need you to fill me up!”

"Of course you do," he held you closer to him, "I'm not sure if you deserve it. Beg."

Even in his embrace, you needed to plead for him. "Please, please cum in me! I've tried to be good, please!"

"Your cunt needs it, doesn't it? Say it. I want to hear how much you need it."

"My cunt needs your cum, please!"

He held you down on his cock, cumming deep inside you. You caught your breath, relaxing once more. You laid on top of him, shutting your eyes and falling asleep with his cock still inside you.

You had earned your rest.

sorry this took longer than intended i got distracted by my own writing oops

idk if half the things in this chapter have a name, and i said this was my certified "no plot only gooning" story so. i think it lived up to that :D

ALSO AS IS LAW ON THIS BLOG now that this has 3 parts that means i need to come up with a name for this asshole. yay!

thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

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starrydragoness · 3 months ago

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Anaxa x Reader - NSFW Headcanons

Contents: 18+, MDNI, general nsfw hcs, written with fem reader in mind but you/yours used

A/n: Omg I'm finally posting after a million years. How are y'all doing💔 here's something for y'all Anaxa fans. Hope you enjoy!

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-There is not much Anaxa is necessarily into when put on paper; his libido is on the lower end of the scale but that doesn't mean he doesn't have things he fancies more than others

-For him, it can depend on many factors so the answer is not as black and white. But he definitely enjoys things as oral, feeling in control and also to see that you're focused on him - that you want him

-In terms of oral, it doesn't necessarily need to be either one of you giving head to the other. Sometimes, usually during sex Anaxa does like to feel your tongue against his fingers. In that regard we can also call this some odd mouth obsession from him, he does love your lips and your witty tongue the most. It's just natural he'd like to exercise a form of control by holding it down- telling you to lick his fingers clean

-He does prefer to give, although when it comes to receiving oral he'd never turn it down from his beloved. He may need to sigh or cough to stifle his lustful groans but by the end of it he's just as a mess as you are- even more than that. Sucking him off is one sure way to dismantle him completely, it shows him that you really want him and, in a way, that's enough to make him lose it

-He is pretty sensitive down there when he's in the mood, so you're gonna have no trouble overstimulating him, should you wish to do so..👀

-While he does have lower end libido, that doesn't stop him from indulging in things that may stimulate him for the act later in the day. Be it saying provocative words to you while you pass each other down the winding halls of the Grove, subtle enough for anyone else in earshot to not notice the real implications, or by eating foods that can stimulate him from within. (Aphrodisiacs or that new chocolate that sprouted in the market, wink wink)

-He's really not opposed to experimenting either, he just prefers to talk about it in advance as he really doesn't like doing things on a whim, so don't try surprising him - he's gonna go on some tirade or the other and before you know it he has pulled up some improvisation move of its own kind and you're now the one lagging behind on the plan

-Loves simple position, cowgirl preferably as this man prefers seeing you bounce on him, doing the work to show him how much you need him or to show him how much you want to make him feel good. He can stimulate you further from this position, grabbing, pulling, licking, biting, seeing all the pretty face expressions you make

-Riding him in his office chair at home is nothing new or rare

-Anaxa also has a thing for remaining clothed to some extent. This is especially prominent at the start where he's not that eager to take all his clothes off. So expect clothed sex, nice and slow. Later on he does become more comfortable of course, and he wants you to see all of him and that's always reserved for the bedroom specifically, but otherwise there's just something about the comfort of his clothes that he can't let go of

-Doesn't really like risking it by doing the deed where someone might come across the two of you. Mostly changes locations within his home - his home office, the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen counter - he prefers the bedroom and the office, to no one's surprise

-Having mentioned at the start that everything with him can depend on other factors, that nothing is black and white, comes into play now too. Anaxa loves both praise and degradation. A good mix where it makes your body tingle, sometimes you have to question yourself whether what he just said was praise or degradation but you're not given much time to ponder as he turns your thoughts to mush

-He loves to taunt you, husky voice whispering in your ear before he groans as he feels you tighten around his shaft

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starrydragoness · 3 months ago

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jiyan eating you out after a hard day (im so whipped for him)

Contents: Female anatomy, Jiyan deserves his own warning because he's that hot. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: same anon..same.. this got me kicking my feet and all, someone sedate me pls. This is a bit shorter but it's sweet. Hope you enjoy!

Low moans muffle themselves between your thighs as Jiyan had you sprawled out on the bed, one hand holding your hips and the other laid out forward to interlace his fingers with yours.

Every lap of his tongue had your back arching in attempts to push your hips further to that delicious source of pleasure. Jiyan felt every squeeze of your hands, searching for support and comfort, out of control as you squirmed and grinded against him.

And he was getting much pleasure out of it and such was evident with the fervor he devoured you with, only comparable to a man starved. He suckled on your wet clit before lapping at your entire wet slit, alternating between paces until he found that perfect one that had you singing. How could you be so perfect, so stunning, and how could he have gotten so lucky as to have you like this? Like no other man ever will?

Jiyan squeezes your hand back in silent reassurance, urging you to let go. Your mind was already cloudy and fuzzy with pleasure, gasping for air and moaning his name, and your thighs clenched around his head, muffling your sounds to his ears - which only further made him push you further.

His hand lets go of yours in favor of slipping his digits into your weeping hole, your slipper folds welcoming him. He moans into your puffy cunt, eating you out with his perfect nose catching your clit. If you had any more clear of a mind you would've asked if he can still breathe. The hand that once held his found the top of his head and clasped onto it, crying from the coiling pleasure threatening to burst in your belly.

Jiyan’s pursuit of pushing you over the brink doesn't falter until he has your legs shaking around his head and your moans breaking into little syllables of his name and until he has had his fill.

After that he'd lick his lips and suck your slick off of his fingers, watching how ethereal you look as you regain your breath before he's digging into you for seconds.

#-dragon.delight #jiyan x reader #jiyan #jiyan x you #jiyan x female reader #wuwa jiyan #jiyan smut #jiyan x yn #jiyan imagine #jiyan wuthering waves #wuthering waves #wuthering waves x reader #wuthering waves smut #wuthering waves x you #wuthering waves imagine #smut

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starrydragoness · 4 months ago

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Fingon NSFW Alphabet

A/N: I was beginning to wonder when I was going to post this, and IF I was ever going to, lol. Enjoy this long overdue headcanon!

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A = Aftercare

Fingon becomes very quiet after he’s spent all his energy on a vigorous activity. Pulling you into his embrace, he’ll hold you closely and stroke your hair, rub your back and if any part of your body is hurting, he’ll give it a massage. He also makes sure to clean you up. What happens after sex is mostly up to you; from there, he’ll know what actions to portray. Should you wish to lie in bed and not go anywhere, he’s down for that. If you want to get something to eat, he’ll either request something from the kitchen or waltz in himself and get something made. But mostly, he prefers to have a warm bath after you both have become sweaty. He’ll spend his time cleaning you up and whispering words of affection into your ear. His voice becomes a lot softer and vulnerable.

B = Body part

He loves everything about himself, but what stuck out the most to him was his chest, back and shoulders from your first time together. He remembers how your lips were constantly attached to his skin, nipping and biting to leave your own marks. He loves how your nails would dig into his back or shoulders whenever the pleasure was too much or whenever he teased you and you grew desperate. As one of the well-built and strong members among his cousins, his strength is his favourite feature about him, so wherever most of his muscles lie, those parts are his favourite.

On you, he adores your neck and chest. Whenever he’s in the particular mood and he feels a bit jealous or possessive, his mouth is constantly attached, leaving a trail of hickeys etched into your skin. Furthermore, he is a famed lover of your ass. Has caught himself staring at it numerous times, shamelessly and biting his lips at the thoughts of having it in his hands. Groping, biting, spanking, pinching you ass are just some of the things he loves to do it when the moment arises. Famed lover of anal and has persuaded you to commit to the act proving that it was just as pleasureful as regular sex.

C = Cum

Not someone who likes to make a mess since he’s pristine when it comes to his appearance, he takes the same steps when releasing. Like most of the elves, he loves releasing inside you and feeling your walls tightening around him as he does so. Most of the time, he prefers to stay buried inside you after sex, not liking the thought of pulling out so much. But when he does pull out, he gets lost in watching the way his cum would spill past your hole. This urges him to scoop it up and finger you, pushing his cum back in. He just loves to see the aftermath of his hard work. When it comes to you, every and any way—once it’s okay and safe—he can make you cum, he’s doing it. Even if he has to hold you down and overstimulate you, mostly he loves making you squirt.

D = Dirty secret

Not that much of a big risk-taker, but whenever he’s jealous or feeling possessive, this is where the game changes and an entirely different side to Fingon shows up. Exhibitionism is slowly becoming a kink of his that he fancies. Whenever someone flirts with you, knowing that they’re looking on, he’ll take you to an area where he’s aware they’ll be passing or staying close by. Expect to be taken roughly because he wants you to make as much noise as possible for them to get the message.

E = Experience

When constantly surrounded by his rambunctious and lawfully chaotic family, they spew all sorts of pointers to each other about the best technique and strategy. So, when the time comes for you and Fingon to have sex, he has a few tricks up his sleeves because of them, though it doesn’t prevent him from getting a bit nervous at times. Afraid of messing up because he’s only heard how it’s done and not seen it performed. But Fingon is a very adventurous and brave person, so he does everything with the determination to master it.

F = Favourite position

The basic position, missionary, that he tends to stick to when he’s feeling sentimental and soft. He prefers you facing him; that way, he’s able to observe each and every facial expression of discomfort or pleasure. A huge lover of eye contact, it gets him off at a faster rate and loves to tease or punish you with it. In missionary, he’s also able to contort your legs to any form of his liking and mostly rests them in the crook of his elbows to spread you apart wider and cover your body with his.

A big lover of doggystyle because he is an avid lover of your ass and spanking, thus he wants to be in a position that allows his hands to be all over your ass to his liking. He wants to watch it move under every thrust and slap that he delivers.

Being an elf of great strength, Fingon has no problem showing off his muscles by lifting you in his arms for his taking. There are times he’d brace you against a wall or door, but when the Finwean urge to display his phenomenal strength spurs, he’ll hold you in his arms, legs in the crook of his elbows, and take you right there. It gives him the perfect opportunity to give you all those powerful thrusts that you usually run from, or whenever you were talking back to him. He turns to it when he’s feeling sneaky or just plain ole devilish.

G = Goofy

It all depends on the moment and the reason behind it. If the reason is behind why you’re being fucked so good and you can’t think or comprehend anything properly because he’s jealous or possessive, then no, he doesn’t want you laughing. That just sends him into an unbridled urge to take you rougher because you aren’t taking him seriously—it also makes him more insecure. If it’s a softer session where praises and compliments are being whispered into your ear, kisses littering your face, gentle touches and passionate sex, then a laugh in between is allowed. The moment can call for it because you’re both in love and the air is lighter and airy, so a nice laugh here and there isn’t bad in his eyes. It’s more excusable if it’s a time during your youth and when things aren’t stressed.

H = Hair

We all know Tolkien elves got no body hair, but if we were to speak—he’s named for his hair and is someone who cares greatly for his appearance, so if there was hair, it would be well tamed and kept low. But luckily, elves don’t grow bodily hair—lucky bastards.

I = Intimacy

A sucker for eye contact and hates when you break it. This moment tends to call for missionary or spooning sex or riding him so he can hold your face in his larger hands and force you to maintain eye contact. He once threatened to stop should you look away—he’s that serious about the eye contact. When he’s in his feeling and the emotionally vulnerable side of him shows, he wants to have absolute skin-on-skin contact. He’ll lower his body so it rests atop yours, thus you can’t run away, and have his lips attached to yours or your neck. Lots of whispering and praises coming from both parties—he deserves to have some soft sessions after all that he’s been through.

J = Jack off

In his youthful days back in Valinor, his sex drive was extremely high, so whenever he spent time with you during your courting days, he’d return home to relieve himself using all the moments he captured about you during the day. From your smile to the way your eyes would close, you would hum, the calls of his name or moaning because the food you ate was delicious. He uses the images to help him get off. As time went on, he learned to reduce the rate at which he’d get off. No longer fast and jerky touches, but slow and sensual drags of his palm, imagining that it was your hands or mouth. It wouldn’t be until your marriage or having sex, his urge to jerk off would reduce, and he would prefer to wait for you (to do it for him instead).

K = Kink

Fingon loves to role-play with you, and it is a mixture of both dom and sub roles. He doesn’t have a problem with you wanting him to sub—he’ll gladly oblige because, at the end of the day, he’s being pleasured as well as you. Just don’t turn it around to punish him because he would break any restraint to get back at you, or he’d let you continue and make a mental note for payback. During his time of leaderships, he’s begged you to be a little adventurous by riding him on the throne. It gets his blood pumping to know how much you’re willing to pleasure your King as you’re a servant. King/servant, master/servant, teacher/student, you name it, Fingon is eager to try the roles.

A huge lover of marking your skin via spanking, biting and leaving hickeys, whether it’s playful spanking or punishment or just during sex, Fingon adores leaving his handprints all over your ass. The patterns that decorate your skin show proof of him being there, and his markings spur him on for another round. Finweans and their possessiveness to mark their lovers.

Enjoys overstimulating you and watching how easily he ruins you when you’re able to take all that he’s giving. He has no problem holding you down and giving you all of him, then laughing at how you’ll squirm when it becomes too much, especially after you were the one begging for more. Just seeing how ruined you are because of him, makes his chest swell with pride.

L = Location

Once he’s not feeling possessive which typically leads to exhibitionism, then it’s behind closed doors. He doesn’t have any problem with whether it’s not yours or his room, as long as it’s behind locked doors. But, he does have some favourite locations that involve locked doors, and that’s the study, the library, the private indoor pools and accidentally his father’s study—like I said, the doors are locked. If both of you are far away from a trail while hiking, then you can convince Fingon to be adventurous. Waterfall, a hot spring, or just camping under the stars—yes.

M = Motivation

If you are living a domestic life, then he gets turned on by seeing you do the household chores. Just being in your mental frame of mind of peace and comfort causes his brain to rewire and go into husband mode. Since he’s pictured as an ass person, he loves to see you wear pants or anything that’s tight and shows off your exquisite physique. His eyes are glued to your ass, watching the way the material stretched and contorts around your round bottom—makes him itch to reach out to grab it.

During Fingon’s reign as Crown Prince and High King, you were able to notice his love for being called by his official titles. When you ran your hands across his chest or through his hair and called him “My King/Prince,” it used to get you into trouble. But aside from all the roughness, whenever you praise him for how much you love and appreciate him in your life—how amazing of a husband and caretaker he is, not just to his people but to you, it gets him in an intimate sentimental mood.

N = No

No form of pain or blood play. Nothing that would inflict hurt or embarrassment upon you, which means no watersport, scat, blood and knife play, heavy BSDM and degradation.

O = Oral

Fingon prefers to give more than receive since he cares about others’ well-being. Knowing that oral sex provides numerous amounts of pleasures, he is always willing to bend the knee and have his face between your legs. He may be a bit shaky and nervous in the beginning because he isn’t sure about how you wish to be pleasured, but give him a chance and instruction, and he will excel. Nothing makes him more pleased than seeing you ruined by him. Fingon would either hold your legs apart or press them into your chest or let them squeeze the life out of him as his face is buried between your legs.

However, he would not deny the opportunity to be pleasured in return. He prefers to sit on the edge of the bed or remain standing—that way, he gets to guide your head. Though, the first time you sucked him off, he wasn’t sure if you would be alright with his hand in your hair, guiding your head. When he gets the hang of it, he would begin to take control and move your head along his length or thrust into your mouth—he does a bit rough with his movements when the pleasure of your mouth hits. His pleasure is always followed by words of encouragement about how good your mouth is and how you’re making him feel.

P = Pace

His pace all depends on the motivation. Is he jealous, possessive, romantic and passionate? Is he attempting to prove a point? Is he stressed? Most of the time, when he wants to express his love and appreciation for you, the pace is slow and sensual. Deep, long thrusts that make your toes curl and feel every inch of what he has to offer. The love that emanates from his soul as he pours everything into making love is felt wholly.

When he’s the opposite and it’s stress or he’s riled up for not a good reason or your teasing, kiss your legs and voice goodbye. His thrusts are teasing and punishing just like the session. He switches up his pace mid-way to get you shrieking and begging for more or to slow down. That’s right where he wants you, a mess. Whenever his pace increases, he’ll alter your legs in the craziest of positions to reach you deeper.

Q = Quickie

Fingon is up for quickies, especially during the times when he’s swamped under tons of meetings and critically stressed, which requires an output. He’ll drag you off to an empty room in the abandoned wing of the palace and waste no time in bending you over. As much as he uses it as a stress outlet, he hates to have quickies since he’s limited to all the foreplay and romantic aspect that he prefers to demonstrate. Though when you two were newlyweds, it wasn’t a problem since you two were exploring your interests and you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

R = Risk

The only risk he takes is exhibitionism, which is his dirty secret. Anything other than that must be brought to the table way before you both engage in anything sexual. He doesn’t fancy when you bring them up in the middle of sex, it throws off his focus. He needs his mind to be made up and adjust to the crazy request that you threw at him a few days ago. Once it doesn’t involve pain and blood or heavy BDSM, he’ll experiment with you to see what you like so much about them, though not everything he agrees on.

S = Stamina

As an active member of the family who fought war and is a warrior, he has stamina—I mean, he fought a Balrog and died, whatever—but aside from that, he can go for a good few rounds. But whether he goes another depends on you; he lets you make the decision. Fingon can go for long periods since he stretches them out to majorly ensure ultimate pleasure is reached. A round is roughly twenty minutes, and he can go for three in one night. Not back to back though, his refractory period isn’t a great as others in his family. Should you both not see each other or haven’t had sex for months, then you can spend hours rolling around the sheets.

T = Toys

A bit sceptical about the usage of toys (should Middle Earth ever have) since he wants all your pleasure to come solely from him, but he soon understands how they can enhance and heighten your pleasure. He mostly uses toys during foreplay to help your body relax and become aroused for his taking. The most he’ll use are dildos, restraints and blindfolds. The blindfold and restraints come into play for teasing sessions when either of you chooses to take the lead.

U = Unfair

A phenomenal teaser and becomes overly delighted when he can tease you. His favourite form of teasing is to finger you under the table during meetings or at the dinner table where his cousins are present. He waits until you are fully engaged in conversations to strike, only to watch as you struggle to breathe and think of the right words to say because at any moment, you could moan. During festivals or balls, he’ll stand awfully close by and whisper just pure filth in your ear and grin like the demon is his at your attempts of controlling yourself. Sometimes, he would pull you into an empty hallway and finger you until you’re approaching your high and then pull away, leaving you a whining, begging mess for the entire day.

V = Volume

A groaner and moaner, but not overly loud and doesn’t need the entire world to know that you make him feel good. His sounds are only for your ear and for those particular bystanders during his exhibitionism. Only they can hear how good you make him feel, and it’s all for the sake of jealousy. When he moans, he loves to do so in your ear to watch as you shiver from his deep voice. Aside from moaning, he’ll use the opportunity to dirty talk should the moment call for it. Praising you about how desperate you are for him, yet taking him so well. A+ in that area.

W = Wild card

The most adventurous he had ever been with your sex life was back in Valinor during your courtship. He took you on a trip to the Gardens of Yavanna to give you a tour through her field since you’ve never been there. While touring, one of her plants she was experimenting on—sex pollen—struck Fingon, and it dusted slightly on you, which led to you both rolling around in the gardens. It was funny for both of you because Yavanna came across you both just as the pollen was wearing off, since one of her Maiar alerted her of activity. You got a gentle scolding, but it was a moment you both never forgot.

X = X-ray

Not the biggest like some of his cousins, but not the smallest either. He’s the son of Fingolfin, for crying out loud, he’s packing something. His length is just above average, but what he stands out in is his girth, which is rather impressive and makes you shrink a bit upon first sight. His cock becomes darker than the rest of his body and the tip gets red. There’s a curve to the head of his cock which allows for him to hit that one spot right of the bat. He has one vein that runs along his cock, but it doesn’t pack great weight like others. It still requires him to stretch you open before taking because it’s quite a fit.

Y = Yearning

High in the beginning during his youthful days in Valinor, which caused him to constantly jerk off the few times you two were together. When you both got married, you would have sex many times a week during your honeymoon phase. It would sometimes lead him to drag you off in the middle of parties and events to find some quiet place for quickies. As your marriage progressed, the urge to have sex decreased as war was raging around. During the times of peace, he would be highly inclined to sleep with you, but as war approached, it’s on the back burner. As the years went on, his drive would lessen since you two were living in bliss and there wasn’t any need for him to be constantly hovering.

Z = Zzz

Does not sleep right after knowing that he has you to take care of. When he’s finished with your needs, he’ll hold you close, nuzzle into your embrace and watch as you snooze off. Sometimes, a little pillow talk is done to assist with sleep should he desire it, but if it does not come. Fingon would stay up for a long while before sleep catches up to him, if not, he’ll stick around watching you sleep or return to paperwork if needed.

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starrydragoness · 4 months ago

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Mydei x Fem Y/N Smut Visual

First of sorry I've been gone for so long been busy with work and adulting 😩. Second I'm having Mydei brainrot! and I never played the game 🤭 so enjoy

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Warning: breeding, hair pulling, eye contact cowgirl

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#sighs and opens Google docs #honkai star rail #mydei #mydeimos #hsr mydei #hsr #mydei x reader #mydei x y/n

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starrydragoness · 4 months ago

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ello! could i possibly rq some soft/teasing dom hcs with mydei and jiaoqiu with a shy fem s/o that's prone to getting very needy and affectionate with them in bed pls? ty! (and maybe some overstim if thats ok with u)

Possibly you could ask for that. And you might get it.

Pairing: Jiaoqiu, Mydei x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, sub/dom dynamics, gentle dom, teasing, gentle biting, pinned down, cuddlefucking

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A/N: Something about this scenario has me kicking my feet. And these two are so different, it was good practice writing for both.

Soft dom!Jiaoqiu is into cuddlefucking than anything where he pins you down, he is a huge fan of cuddles and he will wrap his arms around you, his fluffy tail tickling your thighs as he fucks his cock into you from behind in a steady pace

Soft dom!Mydei holds your wrists above your head so you can't hide your face while he hovers above you, your legs spread open by his broad hips, trembling more with every impact

Soft dom!Jiaoqiu playfully bites your ear while having sex, he loves watching you try to squirm away, that spot being particularly sensitive for you and one of his favorite weak spots to exploit

Soft dom!Mydei doesn't want you to be shy around him, especially not when you're having sex, when you're literally moaning his name, when your pussy is clenching around him, you chose that time to be shy, he won't let that happen

Soft dom!Jiaoqiu caresses and soothes you while you're trying to rock your hips back into his, needy, wanting more of his cock, wanting to feel him right against your ass but still too meek to ask him directly and openly

Soft dom!Mydei takes your chin between his fingers and looks into your eyes with a gentleness that should be impossible for a rough man like him, yet it's there, you see it, you feel it as he smooths his thumb over your chin and your lip, telling you he loves you

Soft dom!Jiaoqiu kisses your neck and shoulder, his sharp teeth pressing into your skin as he marks you up, causing you to shake with pleasure while making you hiss in pain

Soft dom!Mydei grinns hard when you finally let your voice out and tell him how deep you want to feel his cock, and even more when you take his hand and place it against your pussy

Soft dom!Jiaoqiu bickers with you when you tell him that you're gonna be sore tomorrow, but you were the one who asked him to fuck you faster because you couldn't come otherwise and if you didn't you were gonna be mad at him for the rest of the night

Soft dom!Mydei feels really proud when you're both spent on the bed and you ask him to hold you close, with his cock still inside of your cum-filled pussy, your heart drumming against your chest, your face red because it was because you asked for all of it

#MEOWWW MYDEIIII #mydei x reader #mydei #mydeimos #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x reader #jiaoqiu x you #jiaoqiu smut #jiaoqiu x reader

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starrydragoness · 4 months ago

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reasons to wrestle with your girlfriend:

- basically cuddling but with winners

- distracting kisses

- distracting wandering hands

- giggles

- light tickling

- the loser gets pinned down and used like a pretty little fucktoy

- idk, probably biting or something like that

#ooop

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starrydragoness · 5 months ago

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Could I request Mydei being super gentle to his virgin lover?

Sure, Anon. I'll be happy to.

Pairing: Mydei x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, first time, gentle sex, kissing, praise, cunnilingus, slight overstimulation

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A/N: When I look at him I see Gilgamesh with longer hair and it's doing things to me.

Mydei has a very rough exterior and is even sometimes rough with you

However he knows that for your first time having sex he should treat you more gently so he doesn't hurt, or scare you

As he goes into the bedroom he can almost feel your nervousness

There are a lot of rumors about him being a rough lover, and most are true, he loves to make his lovers overstimulated, screaming his name, fucking them until they can't walk

Because this is your first time having sex he has to keep reminding himself to be gentle

Kisses first because they always keep you distracted

Strips his clothes off first, that way you're not the embaressed one, not that he is either, he likes it when you look at him with lust in your eyes, it gets his cock hard so fast

Wants to spend his sweet time kissing and worshiping your body from head to toe

That way when he licks his tongue across your pussy you've already been begging him for it for some time so he doesn't feel like he's taking things too fast

Makes your legs clamp around his head, amused that you were worried about hurting him before he gently pushed them open

Grins at you as he flicks his tongue over your clit, each lick making your hips jolt towards his mouth

Demanding more you pull at his hair, the silky smooth strands tangling between your fingers, grounding you against the onslaught of his skilled tongue

Easily makes you cum on his tongue, fucking your pussy with it and keeping you down until he laps up all of your sweetness

It's been a long time since he's tasted pussy that good, or heard moans that made him rut against the bed every time

All the more reason to make your first time memorable and enjoyable

Seeing as he is a bit on the bigger side he should take you slowly

His whole body shakes as he's struggling to restrain himself

A true testament of how much he loves you, he really doesn't want you to feel any pain, even though he knows there will be some

Mydei holds you close as your pussy is spread open and adjusts to his cock

There wasn't too much pain, his cock slid in quite easily in fact, which made it all the more difficult for him to hold back

Your pussy is perfect around his cock, your warm walls constricting around the pulsing girth while you were too busy kissing his neck and collarbones

Feels like an eternity passes and you tell him to move

No matter, even if it was an eternity he would wait for the chance to make you come while moaning his name

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starrydragoness · 5 months ago

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How I'm practicing using Krita </3

Help.

Get scared by MANTIT.png

Goodnight

#-tapestries.#digital art #honkai star rail #mydei #mydei hsr #hsr #mydeimos #amphoreus #hsr mydei #mydei x reader #mydei x you #mydei x y/n

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starrydragoness · 5 months ago

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Servicing an Elven General Part 3

Part 1-Part 2

Tags/CWs: Gangbang, cockwarming, degradation, voyeurism, choking, mentions of breeding, BD/SM dynamics, kind of somno?

The next few days were somewhat of a blur. Money exchanged hands, you had collected your things, and now you resided in their keep. Your new position as the general’s plaything had begun.

The feeling of so many hands on you. Of so many cocks touching you, of almost all your holes being filled. It was enough to bring you to the edge, your back arching as you came.

The man in your mouth moved faster, unable to contain himself as he came down your throat.

“I don’t need to tell you to swallow it, do I? I figure a dumb whore like you must know at least that much, hmm?”

You did as he said, swallowing his cum without another word. When the man pulled away, he gave his subordinates another direction; “get her on her hands and knees.”

The men turned you over, and you positioned yourself as directed. He positioned his once again hard cock near your face, just barely out of reach. “Come on. Suck it.”

Nothing.

“Good girl,” he cooed. “Now, as soon as I breed you, I’ll let you fall asleep right here on my cock. Understand?”

You nodded, “yes sir.”

“Still so wet for me, such a good slut you are. Always excited to be fucked. Tell me how much you love my cock.”

“It feels so good,” you moaned. Nowadays, you felt incomplete without a cock inside you.

“Tell me how much you want me to breed you.”

“Please, please cum in me sir! I need you to fill me up!”

"Of course you do," he held you closer to him, "I'm not sure if you deserve it. Beg."

Even in his embrace, you needed to plead for him. "Please, please cum in me! I've tried to be good, please!"

"Your cunt needs it, doesn't it? Say it. I want to hear how much you need it."

"My cunt needs your cum, please!"

He held you down on his cock, cumming deep inside you. You caught your breath, relaxing once more. You laid on top of him, shutting your eyes and falling asleep with his cock still inside you.

You had earned your rest.

sorry this took longer than intended i got distracted by my own writing oops

idk if half the things in this chapter have a name, and i said this was my certified "no plot only gooning" story so. i think it lived up to that :D

ALSO AS IS LAW ON THIS BLOG now that this has 3 parts that means i need to come up with a name for this asshole. yay!

thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

#absolutely insane omg #eating this up like the fine meal it is #elf x human #elf #smut #elf bf #chubby reader #elf smut #elf oc #x reader #fantasy smut #monster fucker #eebeewrites #bd/sm kink #x reader smut #x chubby reader #elf x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader

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