#aaravos x reader

[redr0sewrites]

Thinking About Pretty Switch!Men...

🥀Nsfw below cut, minors dni!🥀

Thinking about pretty men who are either the roughest, meanest doms or the neediest, filthiest subs. They're either railing you mercilessly into the mattress, spitting out the cruelest degrading words and harsh punishments or whining and whimpering, begging you to fuck them until theyre sobbing.

One night he'll have you sobbing and begging for him, legs thrown over his shoulder and a large, rough hand wrapped around your neck until your letting out broken moans at every thrust. Other nights hes the one begging for you, squirming beneath you as you suck on his tits, hips bucking up against yours as precum pearls on his tip. Needy moans crawling from the depths of his throat, whimpers turning to sobs as he begs you to rail him.

He needs to forget his own anger and pain, and fucking you is the perfect release for that. He can overpower you so easily, using his superior weight to pin you down against any surface and manhandle you as your pleading for mercy. He wants, no, needs to rail you until your both shooting blanks, your moans a symphony to his ears.

Sometimes though, he needs you to take the initiative, fuck him until his brain is all fuzzy and theres no thoughts behind his eyes other than lust. Make him forget, make him so needy he can't bear to think about anything else. Make him yours, mark him and rail him until he himself is begging, until his chest is heaving and he just feels so, so good.

Just some pretty switch thoughts

Characters:

🥀HSR - Blade, Jing Yuan

🥀ACOTAR - Cassian, Azriel, Eris

🥀DEMON SLAYER - Sanemi, Muzan, Obanai, Tengen, Douma

🥀THE DRAGON PRINCE - Aaravos

[angelltheninth]

NNN Day 23 with Aaravos

Pairing: Aaravos x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, mutual masturbation, mirror sex, degradation, temptation, lots of cum

A/N: He's an elf, he's purple, he's evil therefore he is mine.

The interest in Aaravos was first sparked when you started working with Viren. The elf's charisma and way with words was definitely one of the most captivating things about him, but there was something else as well, the lustful look in his eyes as he watched you every day, carefully following your every move.

At first it was little flirty remarks, then late night talks, then you sneaking in to see him, slowly falling in love with the elf imprisoner on the other side of the mirror. It all had to end somehow, you just didn't know it would be the both of you on your knees, your fingers wet from your pussy while you wished you could wrap your lips around his hard, dark purple cockhead and suck on all that cut.

"Your teacher would be very disappointed if he knew what a whore he took for an apprentice." Those were the kinds of words you wouldn't normally take from anyone, but coming from him they put you even closer to the edge you were already on.

"You were the one who started it." All that undressing you with his eyes and all. You were only human at the end of the day.

Aatavos quirked an eyebrow at you, his eyes traveling to your hand moving furiously between your legs, "I could sense your frustration. Really now? A whole month deprived of pleasure? You humans sure are strange."

"I wasn't serious."

"Oh I know. Someone like you, there was no way you could abstain from it. I am merely assisting. Now, tell me human, have you ever seen an elf come before?" You chewed on your lower lip, shaking your head when you found the power to process his question. "Thought so. Then watch me closely." With the snap of his fingers the rest of his clothes vanished, revealing the toned body underneath. His hand stroked his cock quickly, from tip to his heavy looking balls.

How long has it been for him? Does he even indulge in these things? He didn't seem like the type to dwell on it too much, only when it really suited his needs. Aaravos scooted closer to the mirror, his tip almost touching it.

"Show me where to aim." He ordered and your body moved on it's own, turning around and spreading your pussy open as he could actually fill you up. "Such a good girl. When I get out you will not sleep a wink I promise you that much." You heard his breath hitch and stop entirely, followed by your own moan, the silky white strands splashing all over the mirror and dripping down. All of that cum... you hated it wasn't in your pussy, on you, in your mouth, there was enough to go around. But soon. Soon you'd have him, and he'd have you.

[windtowee]

Hiii c: I was wondering if I could request a Aaravos x gn reader fluff romantic? It can be a scenario or Headcanons I just need some content of this pretty starboy

A/n: Sure! This is good because I was gonna write for him soon anyways

Romantic Gender neutral reader Tw! Mentions of war, mentions of killing,

Aaravos x Reader: Accidentally in love..?

“Put this on”

“Wha-“

“Just put it on tiny human”

You were confused why Aaravos handed you his cloak but you did what he asked and put it on anyways.

It was pretty big considering Aaravos was like.. a 7 foot tall startouch elf, so it swallowed you immediately. Like how a child would drape a blanket on their shoulders.

Aaravos then gave you a grin, that grin was telling you that he was going to tease you about how small you are in his cloak. He thinks you look cute but he’ll never admit it to himself

Aaravos wrapped it tightly around you, picked you up, held you in his arms then flopped on the bed and started… cuddling you?

It was interesting seeing a startouch elf, that has started many wars to be soft, with a human nonetheless.

His arms were surprisingly comfortable and warm. It caused a warm feeling in both of your chests.

I guess even startouch elf’s such as Aaravos can’t escape that warm feeling too.. not that he’ll ever admit it to himself. You were supposed to be helping him out of the mirror then you were supposed to be killed..

You were helping him as now you’re in his arms but you’re not dead. No, you’re far from dead.. Aaravos holds you a bit closer.. his heart is beating at a faster pace… he’s grown attached to you and maybe, you even got him to fall in love..

But that’s crazy, right?

[demigoddessqueens]

Helloo I was wondering if you could do fluff headcanons or maybe a scenario where The reader was Aaravos old love then the reader gets reincarnated and thry reunite?

I hope this isn't too much I just really need more x reader content of him :)) =] thank you..!!!

Aww 🥹💔

The last time he saw you, the grays and wrinkles did not diminish your beauty.

Then he saw you again, an ambitious mage eager to make a name for themselves

Just when he gets the chance to know you more, the age and toil of magic is already taking a toll on you.

Then your a monarch. A warrior. A simple village person.

But you still carry yourself just the same and he can recognize your voice and being. And it makes his heart leap to see or hear you.

The life of an elf is but an eternity, but your life is in the blink of an eye.

Still, Aaravos took you for the walks you and him both enjoyed decades ago. Your meetings are short lived but he always treasures them.

And that’s how it was for as long as Fate could allow him.

[all-things-fandomstuck-writes]

Hey, uhm..... Aaravos x reader fic. Pre-established relationship, sort of. Reincarnations. Angst. Probably a series?

So, basically, Reader and Aaravos were a thing before Aaravos got imprisoned, and Reader got sent to another world because it was deemed too dangerous to let them stay, because the Arch Dragons thought that Reader would try to break Aaravos out of prison. Reader has died and reincarnated multiple times in the three hundred years they've been apart. They somehow make their way back to Xadia, and find out about Aaravos through Callum and Ezran. Reader doesn't recognize his name, or remember their past, but Aaravos certainly does. And now, Aaravos is even more determined to break out of prison so that he can reclaim his lost love. He will have them by his side once more. Even if he had to kill to make it so.

I'm thinking of either calling it "Written in the Stars" or "Rewrite the Stars".

So, uhm.... Anyone interested?

[aviradasa]

Love long lost

Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 1

(picture from Pinterest, if you know the artist let me know so I can give proper credit!!)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[Angst]

Warnings: None that come to mind.

This one shot is based off of a prompt by @jellyfishxxi

Linked here

If you want a part Two leave a request, Private message me, Or tell me down in the comments!! Love you all my little goblins🖤

Part 2 linked here

Part 3 linked here

Do you ever have memories of things that never happened? Memories that don't even seem to be yours but in certain moments they appear before you like a flashback. You know it can't be a dream, but it almost feels like one with how otherworldly they seem and how they mostly seem to attack when the moon is high and the stars shine brightly above the land, decorating every inch of the sky in ethereal light as they paint pictures with one another. I hate them. For some reason I can't stand the sight of the stars due to the overwhelming dread I feel gazing at them. It almost feels like guilt oddly enough and not knowing. god's, not knowing makes me hate it even more.

The sound of our footsteps echoes through the thick forest surrounding the kingdom Katolis.

” I can’t believe it's been two years since we left this place..” I hear Rayla say to me as we approach the bottom of the cliff that supports the mighty castle atop it, “I know it feels like it's been longer than that right?” I ask with a small chuckle as I catch the climbing sickle Rayla tosses me, getting a grip on it I take the first jump stabbing the blade into the rock as we climb

“Yeah I suppose it could feel that way.” she stops for a moment taking another leap up the cliffside i follow “I just wonder if we will still be welcome here after how we left,” she says a large hint of uncertainty following her tone as she speaks.

I understand her concerns well, especially considering the circumstances of our little disappearance. Two years ago shortly after the fight at the storm spire I had been wide awake unable to sleep due to another one of those pesky memories, and went out for a little walk in the castle during said walk I found my dear friend Rayla attempting to sneak out of a window, and with some convincing i got her to allow me to join her. I know it was hard on her. That night she left a lot behind like her love, her friendship, and the trust she shared with the others, especially Callum. But even though we were both struggling we persisted to try and find Viren and Claudia. Unfortunately, we are coming back empty-handed.

I stop climbing for a moment to catch my breath looking at her “Hey. I’m sure that's not the case, despite our leaving they are still our friends I'm sure they will understand once we explain our reasonings.” I tell her with a small grin

“Even Callum?” she asks me with an unsure expression

“Yeah, knowing him you will be fine,” I respond with a chuckle

That was 2 days ago

things didn't go as planned. we arrived slipping inside the castle I went straight to the kitchen and Rayla to the fancy new high mage office to see Callum, and the next morning when she met me outside to go to the Welcoming of Queen Zubeia and Zym she told me all about it, to say the least, it sounded awkward and I'm happy I didn't have to bare witness with my own eyes to that interaction. Then of course when everyone was having a nice peaceful time the news came, in the form of ibis’s last breath. And we made haste to Xadia

. We waited in the storm spire for the others to arrive. when I see the magical-looking glass that made them fall behind I get a horrible feeling of deja vu and have to steady myself to not lose my balance. As I see my reflection in it next to the others a strong feeling of dread and guilt overwhelm every sense I have. As I listen to the story Zubeia tells, I can't help but feel it's familiar in some way. But before I can take too much time to dwell on things a roar sounds from the throat of the mighty queen of dragons as she calls upon a storm to block us from the sun's view, as the light fades a new glow replaces it as the Mirror replaces its view of us all with a rather lavish room and a rather surprised looking startouched elf.

Seeing him froze me. Not from fear but from the fact that he was so familiar, and the way his gaze circled the room, and when his eyes turned to me he looked at me with sheer Hatred. With a wave of his hand, Callum started choking and dropped to the floor. None of us could think we were all stuck but Rayla was able to speak. and she held her hand out with uncertainty, “Callum-” she began to ask before his head snapped towards her his eyes black as a void. Aaravos waves his hand once more behind the mirror and Callum begins to stand jerking like a puppet on strings. We all take a step back, Once Callum stands fully his movements smoothen up once again and he stares into the mirror blankly his eyes turning into an iridescent white. Aaravos then smirks, and so does Callum.

Moments pass and Callum's possessed body paces back and forth his head facing down and his hands tucked neatly behind his back as we look on at the scene with disturbed and confused faces. None of us know what to do in the moment, And none of us dare take a step. That is until Ezren attempts to step toward his brother, Not getting more than an inch before Soren places a hand in front of him stopping the young king from stepping closer, suddenly Callum’s body turns to face Queen Zubeia, raising his head with a smirk on his face and a voice that's not his own “Zubeia~ you haven't aged a bit you look as Young, and ravishing as the day you betrayed me.” Zubeia huffs angrily a cloud of smoke escaping from her nostrils, as he continues speaking “So sorry to hear of your mate's untimely, and tragic passing.” He mocks before Aaravos turns Callum, his meat puppet to face the rest of us.

“So these Are the champions you've gathered to try and stop me? They are nothing but pathetic children.” he chuckles a bit before approaching Ezren and looking down at him

“The whining child king who is way over his head,” he leans down a bit “and he knows it.” Ezren looks down and I place a hand on his shoulder pulling him back as I draw my sword and raise it to Callum's possessed body. Aaravos sighs, raising Callum's hand and using two fingers to move the tip of my blade aside with an eye roll “I'll get to you later.” he sneers before turning and walking up to Rayla getting in her face a bit with a mocking grin “ahh the Moonshadow assassin who- can this be right” he turns his head away from her for a moment before looking her right in the eyes “is incapable of killing?” he lingers for a moment before turning away from her, as he turns Rayla looks down with a frown and I take as step forward Ezren stopping me as Soren did him moments prior, i look down at him and frown but take step back nonetheless.

Callum's possessed body approaches Soren “the failed son,” he says with a condescending grin as Soren looks on with Frustration “whose father wishes he was never born. And finally You.” He snaps his head towards me with a twitch as he approaches me quickly placing the palm of his hand under my chin and curling his fingers up, Digging his fingers into my cheeks harshly and pulling me closer to him, I attempt to use my arm to smack his hand off of me but before my hit can make contact he grabs my arm with his freehand and hold it in the air cutting off my circulation as I let out a muffled scream of frustration and pain. He lets out a dark chuckle “And you.” he repeats as he flashes me a chilling grin

“Aaravos stop this, She doesn't remember anything!” Zubeia jumps in with a snarl.

Aaravos makes Callum's body turn to face the Dragon queen just slightly, not releasing his grip on my face or wrist in fact he tightens them. “ You think I don't know that!” he snaps at her before looking back at me “But have no worries I'll make her remember,” he says his sickening smile returning, As I struggle in his grasp.

I feel like a mouse caught by the tail in a cat's mouth, squirming and writhing to escape. The thing is even though the mouse is aware its attempts are unlikely to make any sort of difference in the outcome of this unfortunate circumstance. It believes it might as well make life a tad more annoying for the cat before it's devoured.

“Remember what?” I attempt to shout, it's quite difficult and it comes out muffled but he still chuckles darkly, letting me know he understood every bit.

“Why how about I just show you,” he smirks disturbingly as he releases my wrist and raises his hand, his palm glows with a blue light. Even before the blood can return to my hand I start fighting to escape his grip as he attempts to place his hand on my forehead, but no matter how much I kick and scream and punch at him he doesn't budge. eventually wrestling me to the ground.

it feels like a snake that wraps its victims in its tail, strangling them to death. But this snake has no tail just hands the hands of my dear friend that He uses as a flesh puppet for his bidding,

In my last attempts at fighting, I catch a glimpse of the others. I see Rayla jump forward with her blades drawn only for Soren to grab her with both arms and keep her still. As I look back up at Callum the last thing I see isn't even him anymore, all I see is Aaravos and blue light as he places his palm on my forehead.

The feeling of burning is almost funny because blue is normally seen as a cold and calming color yet the magic that it uses burns, it burns a lot. it burns so hot that I think my flesh could seer off the bone, I scream in agony as scenes flash before my eyes. Fading in and out and then in again before I feel my consciousness slip away and blue light engulfs my vision. One of the last things I feel is my face being released and the stinging pain of it. The last thing I hear is a dark chuckle, and a crack as I hear my head hit the hard stone.

[digital-star-boy]

Aaravos nsfw alphabet ☆

Minors, don't interact ☆

nsfw below ☆

(please tell me of any grammar mistakes)

A=Aftercare (what are they like after sex?)

Let's just imagine he's out of the mirror for a sec. After sex he holds you tight whispering sweet praise in your ear. If you want he'll offer you to join him in the bath. I feel like he doesn't like feeling dirty so he always takes a bath right after or in the morning if he's to tired.

B=Body (what's their favorite body part on them and you?)

His favorite on himself is probably his hands or chest. His hands are unique to you(if your human) and they're good and pleasuring you(plus magic) his chest on the hand he just shows it off all the time. Have you seen his titty window?

C=Cum (what is it like and where?)

His cum is white but a little see through. Has glitter in it. It's pretty thick but still a little watery. Cums and average amount. He likes to cum inside or right on your area 👍 he doesn't like a mess makes him feel dirty and not in a good way. If you don't want him cumming there then he'll cum on your thighs or on your tongue (he wouldn't mind cumming on your face though 👀)

D=Dirty Secrete (something they won't tell you)

He has watched you through the mirror when you couldn't see him and touched himself. Putting his face against the glass as his breath fogs it. Slowly rubbing himself as you walk around doing your thing.

E=Experience (how much experience do they have?)

Oh boy this man got LAID all the time before his imprisonment. He knows what he is doing and he will make sure you know.

F=Favorite Position (self explanatory)

Since he hasn't touched anyone in a few hundred years he likes close and intimate positions. Likes missionary, mating press, or you in his lap bouncing on his cock as his hands are on your hips and your hands around his shoulders.

G=Goofy (how serious are they?)

Man is silly out of bed but more serious in bed. He likes being close to you and showing how much he loves you but if you want him to keep his silly personality in bed he will tease to no end.

H=Hair (hair down there)

Isn't to long but it's not short. It's white and curly down there. He keeps it well groomed, he didn't spend all that time in the mirror lazing around he was giving himself some nice self care

I=Intimacy (how intimate are they?)

Absolutely 10/10 he will make you feel wanted and loved. Only degrades you if you want him to but he lives for praise.

J=Jack off (do they masturbate?)

After imprisonment he did it quite often without no one else to help but after a hundred years he kinda stopped and only does it when he's really hard. Reason he stopped is because it was getting so hard to give himself an organism because of how often he did it so he stopped but when you came in and he did it again he came so fast he was honestly quite embarrassed.

K=kinks (what kinks do they have?)

Mutual masturbation is a big one. With him in the mirror and all he can't touch you so when you sit in front of the mirror and touch yourself all for him he can't help but touch himself as well

Sensory play. He loves using magic to make his hands either really fucking hot or ice fucking cold. Also likes wax play

Overstimulating. He loves it both ways, you under him begging for him to stop or him under you begging for more. He loves the feeling of someone's touch. He's extremely touch.

L=Location (where do they like having sex?)

Either in a private room with the mirror so you guys can touch yourselves, in your's or his bedroom, or in his study(either on his chair or bent over his desk(also might be a little turned on if Viren walks in as he fucks you))

M=Motivation (what turns them on?)

Just you in general. Hasn't had sex in a few centuries so he wants some action fast as possible. He likes when you guide his hands to you and take the first step. Makes him feel like it isn't a dream and he's really touching you.

N=Nope (what will they not do?)

Doesn't like hurting you. Maybe a few light spanks but that's it. Also food play he finds it to messy, why would he eat off of you when he can just eat you out?

O=Oral (giving or receiving?)

Likes them both but prefers receiving. Like I said he LOVES it when you touch him. But he is still really good with his tongue, makes you cum within minutes.

P=Pace (how fast or slow)

Always starts slow he likes to drag it out but after a minute or two he can't help but pound your hole into oblivion. Loves fucking you silly!(grab his horns it will make him faster.)

Q=Quicky (thoughts on them?)

He's not really against it but he prefers really long sex and likes to take his time. But he's not gonna say no, loves it when you suck his dick.

R=Risk (do they try new things?)

Most definitely. He hasn't had sex in a few hundred years so things have changed and new things have been discovered. Wants to try them all with you as long as it isn't too messy.

S=Stamina (how long can they go?)

Has a lot of stamina but wants to save it so he can clean you and him up so only goes 2-3 rounds. If he wanted he could go 5-7 times but he would be exhausted afterwards.

T=toys (do they use them?)

He doesn't have any but if you do he would want to try them out. Prefers your touch on him but using a vibrator or dildo on you sets something off in him. See's it more as competition rather than teammates

U=Unfair (how bad is their teasing?)

Likes long foreplay and sometimes he can't help but edge and tease you. Foreplay can last 5-20 minutes or even longer depending on his mood.

V=Volume (how loud are they?)

Man has pornstar moans but he usually grunts and growls. More of a breather than a moaner. He'll get louder the closer he gets.

W=Wildcard (random headcanons)

He has written and drawn porn of you. If you ever look through his desk and find his sketchbook it's all drawings off you with short paragraphs of smut. (There's more than one book)

X=X-ray (how big that dick?)

Around 6.8 inches when he's soft and 7.5 when hard. Uncut and a dark pink tip with a blue-purple shaft with stars. Pretty straight and thicker at the base.

Y=Yearning (sex drive)

Pretty high but can control himself. If you ask to have sex he's automatically in the mood. Y'all have sex 2-3 times a week.

Z=Zzz (how fast do they go to sleep?)

Usually takes a bath weither you join him or not is up to you. If he's to tired he tries to go to sleep asap so he can bathe in the morning.

[windtooweem]

Imagine Aaravos seeing his S/o’s recantation when he possessed Callum

“Zubeia. You haven’t aged a bit. You look as young and as ravishing… as the day you betrayed me”

Callum or Aaravos said looking at the Queen of dragons with spite in his voice.

“So sorry to hear of your mates untimely and tragic passing”

Aaravos divided his attention to us now.

“So these are the champions you’ve gathered to try and stop me?”

“They are nothing more than pathetic children”

He walked over to the youngest in our group, my brother.

“The wining child king, in over his head and he knows it” Ezran looked back in shame. I was going to walk over to him but Soran kept me still.

Aaravos walked towards Rayla next.

“The moonshadow assassin who.. Can this be right? Isn’t incapable of killing”

Aaravos strolled towards Soran, poor boy. My heart was pounding, after Soran I knew I was next.

“The failed son, whose father wishes he’d never been born. Ouch!”

I put a hand on Soran’s shoulder and glared at Aaravos. His attention was now on me.

He took small, careful steps towards me. He suddenly stopped in front of me and looked at Zubeia.

“You thought you could keep me from them, you foolish dragon”

He looked back at me again. Then he put his hand on my cheek, like a mother would to a child and softly stroked it.

“You look as beautiful as the day I lost you. I knew I would find you again. You don’t remember me but it’s fine you will”

Then Callum fell onto me. The mirror shattered, Aaravos was gone.

“What was that?”

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

Tonight I present you with the following thought: Aaravos placing an enchantment on you to prevent you from speaking during sex. Anyone can simply use a gag. Aaravos isn’t just anyone. A gag has its own appeal, but there is something so deliciously thrilling about the look on your face when you go to speak and your lips remain stubbornly closed.

Whether you’re a sweetly eager and submissive lover or a headstrong brat, Aaravos adores the ways you plead for him without words when you can only rely on whines, moans, facial expressions, and body language. He gives you that trademark devilish smirk of his when you attempt to speak in vain, and surveys you with an amused, hungry fascination as you give him pleading or perhaps even indignant looks. What better way to remind you that he’s the one in charge and he intends to take his time with you? If there’s one thing the fallen star possesses in abundance, it’s patience. He’s sure that, in time, it’s a virtue you’ll be well acquainted with, too.

Minors, ageless blogs, a.ntis, and p.orn blogs, do not interact! This is a discourse-free and 18+ space.

[mlm-writer]

Pleasure is Mine (Aaravos x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Dom!Aaravos x Small!Sub!Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 717 POV: Second Summary: Aaravos uses his magic to make you go above and beyond in the bedroom. Note: For the prompt ‘crying during sex’.  See my kinktober 2022 masterlist here. Ssssshhh I am not late. Tags: crying during sex, blacking out, hint of size kink, gentle (?) domination, overstimulation and dirty talk

If he wanted, he could hold all the power of the world in the palm of his hand, but it would still not be able to compare to the power he held over you. Your legs were burning, but your body was no longer your own and you kept riding him at a steady pace. His eyes pierced through your soul as he watched you suffer for his pleasure. “Aaravos, please have mercy,” you whined, your hole almost as sore as your legs. 

He hummed disapprovingly. With a wave of his hand, you found your body riding him more vigorously with your hands crossed behind your back. You cried out in pain and pleasure, begging him to slow down, but he just laid there, smirking up at you, as if he was not feeling a thing. 

Tears streamed down your face by the time Aaravos let your body rest. The spell was broken and you fell down onto his body in exhaustion. His cock slipped out of you and he lifted you up. The elf placed you on the bed. You stared up at him, unable to stop your crying. His large hands cupped your face and his thumbs smeared the tears out. “You look exquisite like this, my little pet,” he hummed, before spreading your legs again. “You’re in so much pain and yet, you want to keep going to please me. You know your pleasure is mine.” 

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly. He was going to fuck you again and even if you could stop him, you did not want to. Until he filled you up, there was no true satisfaction. 

Aaravos put your legs around his waist and reentered you. You didn't know if it was you getting used to having his huge cock inside you or some other spell he put you under, but it did not hurt as much as you feared. In fact, it was pleasurable. It felt so good. It felt a little too good. Only a few thrusts in and you were cumming. Your eyes went wide as saucers and you stared at Aaravos in surprise. His smirk was all-telling. 

The pleasure did not stop. It stayed high like a never-ending peak, feeling like a never-ending orgasm. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, body shaking like you were possessed. You screamed, not sure yourself what words were coming out of your mouth, but they encouraged the elf to fuck you harder, deeper. It was all so much; your entire body felt overstimulated and tears fell out of your eyes again. "That's a good little pet. Cry for me. Keep doing that. Give me your pleasure" 

You nodded as you squeezed your eyes closed. Behind your eyelids the world consisted of eigengrau and every word uttered by the elf on top of you. That was until it all turned to black and you could no longer hear him. 

When you opened your eyes again, you found yourself wrapped in a blanket and in Aaravos’ lap, while his magic held up a book for him to read. “Welcome back, darling,” he mused as the book closed itself and flew back to the shelf where it came from. The hearth fire warmed your face and placed a purple glow on Aaravos’ face. “You blacked out on me there, are you all right?” He caressed your face, voice soothing and silky smooth. 

“I… I don’t know,” you answered honestly, not feeling your body yet. Aaravos hummed in reply and stood up, carrying you bridal style to a glittering bathtub. He removed your blanket and you held onto him tightly, making him chuckle. 

“Do not worry, my little one. I have no intention of leaving you alone.”  He kissed the top of your head and stepped into the tub. He sat down, never letting go and allowing your body to slowly submerge into the warm water. You sighed in relief, not realising how tense you had been until you relaxed in the water. 

With some help, you managed to sit down between Aaravos’ legs, relaxing with your back against his chest as his hands ran over your body, both cleaning and massaging you. “Thank you,” you sighed. 

Aaravos kissed the side of your head. “The pleasure is all mine.” 

[redr0sewrites]

can all the aaravos writers and stans wake tf up and start posting again i cant keep reading my own fanfics or im going to go insane even ao3 is dying out WHERE IS THE AARAVOS CONTENT I WAS PROMISED??? IS THE FANDOM JUST GONNA GO DORMANT AGAIN UNTIL NEXT SEASON???? EVEN THE VIRAVOS SHIPPERS R STARTING TO DISAPPEAR COME ON GUYS DONT LEAVE ME HERE TO WRITE FOR AARAVOS ALONE 😭😭😭

[platinumrosetail]

Hi it's me again! I was wondering if you could do a Yandere Aaravos refusing to let go if his reincarnated Lover aka reader after losing them in elarion??

Hello again! And yes! I’ve been waiting for a Aaravos request for so long 🤩.

Warning: noob author, , yandere romantic character and others.

Character: Aaravos.

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You were a simple servant to Viren, you mostly take care of dusting and straightening things that were out of place and needed fixing, unaware of the eyes of a invisible; with Viren being the one to see him, startouch elf named Aaravos.

Aaravos soon realized that you’re the reincarnation of his past lover which he lost long ago when he was still free and not stuck in that mirror he is in now

Aaravos decided to manipulate Viren to get you to help out more around viren’s office so that he could see you more and learn what new things you liked as there was new things made that weren’t in existence in the past when you were still his lover before you died.

While you do your job you notice that a little caterpillar like creature appear when you’re in lord viren’s office, you decided to let the little crawl up your finger so that you could hold it but wasn’t expecting it to crawl faster up you arm to your neck and around your ear before a deep voice started to speak.

The deep male voice kept saying how he’ll have in his arms again and that he’ll never let you go again along with how you’ll never leave him again and not even death will take you after he has you in his hands, you were fearful about all of this but didn’t know what to do as you needed a job to have a stable life and this was the only one with good pay as far as you were aware, you decided to keep quiet unless it escalates to more trouble then you would tell lord Viren about the caterpillar creature, though what you didn’t know was that your choice on leaving it be was a bad decision on your part.

Aaravos began on making sure to execute his plan faster and more calculated seeing as you were put into the mix which was unexpected even for him, so he has to make sure he doesn’t lose you again.

Though he did find a spell that could bring you into the mirror and decided that, that was the better course of action as he can keep a better eye on you, make sure you don’t run off, get injured or worse, and so he can finally have you in his arms after so many centuries since your passing.

(A/n: hope you like it!! Also I can’t wait until season 6 and hope we get to see more Aaravos and his past cause i feel like he isn’t doing all of this just for fun especially after seeing some pictures of Aaravos that I believe is for the next season, also I really hope I get more Aaravos as I love this man even though he’s a villain 😍 lol and I know some of y’all can agree with me, also I’m hoping to create a book for this man sooner or later so wish me luck 😁, anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

[windtowee]

If you don't mind, Could you perhaps do headcount Aaravos + reader Cuddling??

Romantic

Tw! Cussing

Cudding with Aaravos headcannons

So as we all know, this man is tall as fuck

He makes a really good cuddler because of it

He just wraps you up in his cloak and just squeezes the hell out of you

He rarely cuddles with you but when he does he’s discreet about it

Will he ask to cuddle? No, of course not.

He’s a startouch elf for god sakes, he doesn’t ask for things like a human but if you wanna cuddle he’s not opposed to it

[demigoddessqueens]

Hii! How are you? I hope you're doing well.

Can we get a headcanon of how Aaravos from the Dragon Prince would be like to his s/o being a royal? Like King/Queen. Thank you!

Hey there!! 😄 doing great!

A/n - Finally finished the recent season to crank this one out

As much as he distrusts the dragons and other kingdoms, obviously you’re the exception to his being miffed.

If you’re an elf, he doesn’t want to jeopardize you but he could give care all to what their politics are.

You’re his beloved and he doesn’t care for what they say

Poetry is a love language between you two

If you’re a human, life is even more precious to Aaravos. He wants to make the most of things, no matter how much of life you have left

Any of the magic relics you have are gifts bestowed from the Startouch to keep in touch with him. Mirrors are his specialty.

The few moments you spend together are months, sometimes years apart as to keep away from wandering eyes.

But they’re always cherished and never spent fretting over outside matters, only on each other

[nxonlxghts]

Its too late at night but there are better things to do apparently

[floriianthefool]

the stars are eternal (and we were not)

Angry gaze, battle stance, and, curiously enough, a bejewelled staff worthy of an Archmage. This was his first impression of you.

He first met you when roaming the skies of the Endless Plains, streaky pink and peach marking the first blush of dawn. The green grass plains appeared to roll on for an eternity, as endless as the cosmos. With the sky above and land below, he felt free, unconstrained by his earthly shackles.

His peace was disturbed, screaming and yells of anger reaching him. Below, a group of miniatures were fighting against a sun mage, a wall of fire separating them from a fleeing group. Strange, sunfire elves in the Endless Plains, no less fighting other elves.

Smoothing a patient smile upon his face, he flew down, patting his moonbeast's flank. Eyes burning, he choked on arid smoke and burnt flesh, casting a simple spell to breathe clean air. Moondancer huffed, shaking her head, landing heavily. Dismounting, he surveyed the scene.

Flickering fire clawed at the sky, thick smoke heavy in the air. Earthblood elf corpses littered the ground, claret bleeding into the soil, the stench of death pressing in. And at the centre, a human mage, glimmering staff pointed at him.

"Tell me, elf, do you too hunger for death?"

You were beautiful.

-

"Tell me, why the sun arcanum? What drew you to sun magic?"

You grinned wryly, perched on the table in the run-down human bar you'd invited him to. In disguise of course. "I was waiting for you to ask me that." Candle-light flickered across the planes of your face, eyes dark and knowing. "I cannot say what drew me to the sun arcanum, only that I knew it called to me. Using it's magic, I felt so alive. I suppose that's how you feel about the star arcanum."

He adjusted the hood of his inky black cloak, a silvery sheen to the fabric that drew the eye, shifting on the hard wooden bench. "I feel that I am hardly inconspicuous, even in my elegant attire." Even facing away from the other patrons, he could feel their eyes burning against his back, ears straining for even a whisper of the mysterious conversation between a cloaked stranger and the human mage.

"They won't give you any trouble." You looked over his shoulder, gaze hardening. "They know you're with me, and that is all they need to know." You leant forward, smile gleaming, hand daringly placed upon his own. "Now tell me, how might I learn to access the earth arcanum?"

You were fascinating.

-

"You... care for me?"

"Is it so difficult to believe?" Head tilted, your fingers brushed over his own, before quickly darting away, movement jittery.

For once in his life, he was uncertain.

This confession had been unexpected. You and he had been collecting rare moonflowers (you hoped to cultivate them in your own garden), alone in the glade except for the moon lighting the land with her pearly glow. Once finished filling the basket, you had decided to stay, encouraging him to stargaze with you. You weren't an elf, you didn't know that this was how many star-touched elves confessed, revealed their love. And yet, and yet- somehow, some way, you knew. You knew and you had confessed and you had taken the time to learn more about his people and you cared and-

Apprehensive at his pause, you said, "It's okay if-"

"I care for you as well," he found himself saying. And he meant it. He adored you, cared for you, loved you, more than he imagined himself capable of. From the first moment he had met you, he found himself enamoured by your very presence, his heart the tides to your moon. If he loved you any less, he may have hated you for it. "Life is dull without you, my love. Without the sun of your presence, the land is dark and cold. My moon, my love, shall we gaze at the stars together for all eternity?"

You smiled coyly, hand twining with his own. "Lovely poetry, come up with it on your own?"

He smirked. "Yes, did you enjoy my elegant prose?"

You shifted closer, bringing your hand to his cheek, fingers tenderly cupping his face. "It was very romantic. Makes my confession seem bland in comparison."

"I quite enjoyed yours." He too moved closer, looping an arm around your waist. "It was so earnest, so honest. Very in character."

"Really?" you breathed. Your grin broadened, a mix between delighted and mischievous. Incredibly tempting, dare he say it.

"Yes."

He kissed you.

-

The market place bustled around him, air brimming with life and energy. Shiny bolts of fabric in every colour of the rainbow hung against burnt red clay walls, venders and shoppers alike chatted in a mix of languages all different from each other, creating a buzz that faded into the background. Wooden stalls on either side lined the streets, hosting every item imaginable, from children's toys to rare magical artifacts and intricate weapons crafted from magical metal. The sun burned overhead, light hazy as it pierced through silk sheets covering the air above the market, providing shade from its relentless heat. And the aromatic, delicious smell of fresh food straight off the fire, constant and pressing in causing his stomach to rumble.

All around him, humanity thrived, flourished. He had never seen so many humans, all so different from one another, different heights and colours, different tongues. But all content, all at peace. They were not the magicless monsters the elves had painted them as, he had yet to see any human undeserving of life.

And you, always you, leading him through the human market. You wanted to show him something, something important. Important enough for him to once again be in disguise, although he doubted it was incredibly helpful your fellow humans were stopping around him, staring and whispering. Unable to contain their surprise. He doubted they would be to happy to see an elf, a mage no less, intruding in their sanctuary. He hoped you weren't going to do something dangerous.

At last, you came to a pause, staring up at a two-story building that seemed almost out of place considering the thin winding streets you had led him through. People constantly came in and out of the building, placed at the intersection of five different streets, almost like a focal point the rest of the market had been built around.

You turned to him. "Okay, so, uh." He raised a brow. "Okay, you may be a bit surprised, since, well, what I'm about to show you is very - very strange. But, I think you'll think it's cool." You nervously laughed. "Amazing actually."

"I'm sure I'll be sufficiently amazed." He takes your hands in his own, squeezing. "You need not worry." He smiles at you reassuringly, and you return it, albeit with a hint of nerves.

"Okay, so, let's go." You grin widely, pulling him into the what he soon came to know as the library. His fellow elves would be in shock to know humans had libraries, let alone written language.

You soon showed him the surprise, and he was amazed. To think, all this time, you had been teaching your fellow humans primal magic, helping him to connect to the arcanums. Mixed with his wonder at your kindness and general awe at human tenacity, the thought that his kin would not be happy with this could not help but linger at the back of his mind. This would have far-reaching consequences, ones humanity and elven kind would not be prepared to face.

-

"You should heed my warning." Aaravos felt helpless, flustered (he'd never felt this way before). You ignored him, still barking out orders to your numerous apprentices. All around him, human mages swarmed the meeting space, all frantic, all hurried, urgently carrying out your orders, carting books, scrolls, tapestries, artifacts. "Flee to the west, beyond the setting sun. Leave Norvos, leave Xadia."

You frowned, irritated as you lug a large tome to the boxes piled in the centre of the room. "You know I cannot. I must stay here, be with my people. I cannot flee, run away with my tail between my legs." You turn to him, gaze harsh. "You know this."

He wanted to scream, to grab you by the shoulders, shake you until you saw sense. "Let go of your foolish human pride and go. The elves and dragons won't spare you, nor your people. Take them with you." He grabbed your hands, bringing them to him.

Your scowl deepened. "I cannot bring millions of people with me to the west. I can't just uproot them from their homes. Xadia is their home as well. You cannot ask this of me."

"The elves and dragons will not spare you. They will bring fire and raze all you love to the ground." His grip tightened, plea entering his voice. "Leave Xadia, come with me to the west. It'll be an adventure, just the two of us. Just like you always wanted."

"Aaravos, I-"

"They're going to kill you!"

The room grew quiet, all eyes turning to him, the lone elf in their midst.

"And what of it?" You pulled away, taking a step back. A chasm sprang between him and you, he felt the loss like a missing limb. "Do you think us helpless? Unable to defend ourselves from the 'higher beings'? If they wish to fight with fire, let them, they took will die in the flames. Humanity will persevere, endure."

The room cheered, fists up in salute.

"You will die, all of you! The dragons-"

"Get out." Your voice was cold, cold where it had always been warm. "Leave Aaravos, and come back when you change your attitude."

"Fine, die with your useless pride. It won't warm you in the grave." He stormed out, door slamming behind. You were a fool, a prideful fool who could never acknowledge when it was time to flee. But no matter, you would see sense soon. And he too would come back when he had calmed down. They still had time, time before they came. His kin would not march for another week.

He was wrong.