#[OMC]

[dark-and-kawaii]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Your Breeding

Summary: You’re their pretty little whore, their perfect cum dumpster. But to Kieran, both you and Rolan are the perfect toys to break~

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ — Pairing: Rolan x F!Tav/Read x Kieran

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ — Content: NSFW - Petnames - Breeding - Multiple Creampies - Bred Till Your Nice & Full - Stuffed - Tail Fucking - Cum Licking - FMM - Begging - Making Rolan A Sobbing Mess

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ — Notes: A gift for @reverieblondie who can’t get enough of these two tieflings xoxo

You felt how his cock pulsed- your gummy walls hot as strings of cum shot deep into you, no doubt seeping into your very fertile womb. Rolan rutted, his thick cock throbbing- gushing, as all of his seed seeped into your welcoming hole, not pulling out, not caring about protection at all. And all you could do was wrap your sweat drenched legs around him as your very own orgasm wracked your body, your cunt milking the tiefling for every drop he has to offer.

You were a quivering, panting, and drooling mess when he finally decided to pull out of you. A trail of white left in his wake, his cum clinging to your reddened abused pussy lips. 

“I- hells… please I- I can’t take much more…” You groaned, your legs dropping from his warm body, too exhausted to hold them up any longer. Lying on your back like the good whore you were for them, you tried to catch your breath. Your pussy still tingling from the abuse it just received- still clamping down around nothing, begging to be filled and punished once more…

As you moved your arm up to cover your face, you felt like you were burning despite all the sweat that clung to your skin, and your cunt felt as though it was filled with liquid fire…

“Looks like our pretty little bunny hasn’t had her fill yet.” Kieran said.

“I… Kieran…” You shivered as Rolan’s cum slipped from your fucked out hole and drooled down your ass, “m’need a break, i- i feel so full-“

Kieran only chuckled and ran a hand up your sweaty thigh, dipping a finger into your cum filled hole, “I think you can handle one more, little bunny. Right Rolan? Think our girl needs another good pounding to keep her nice and warm for the rest of the night?” His digit came out coated in Rolan’s sticky white cum, and without ever breaking eye contact with you, he brought it up to his lips, making a show of licking it clean.

Rolan’s face flushed as he watched Kieran lick his creamy seed off his fingers- his cock twitching in excitement, not even beginning to soften after his last release. His eyes roamed over your exhausted form, his gaze landing on your puffy cunt, glistening in his seed and your own juices, “Do… Do you want us to stop, my dear?”

You bit your lip as the cutest little pink blush spreads across your cheeks and chest, a stark contrast to the dark marks and bruises that littered your skin. Your thighs twitched as you spread your legs further apart, and you reached a hand up to Kieran.

Kieran took the hand that was offered to him and intertwined your fingers together, kissing your knuckles while his tail wrapped around Rolan’s cock. He looked at the wizard and smirked, watching him groan and bite his own lip, his cock already leaking with precum and throbbing, ready to go again.

Your eyes locked onto the tiefling who held your hand, “I… I don’t want to stop…” You turned your head, and looked to Rolan, “Pl-please keep using me” With your free hand, you reached down, spreading your puffy folds, giving the two tieflings a nice view of your cum filled pussy. You needed them- needed Kieran, needed Rolan- wanted them to use you. To fuck you, fill you, breed you, for Kieran to treat you like the dirty little cum slut you were- For Rolan to hold you after and whisper loving words in your ear…

Rolan swallowed hard and looked back at Kieran, a question in his eyes.

“Awh, does the good little wizard need permission to keep fucking our cum bucket? How precious are you-“

Rolan sneered slightly, “don’t call her tha-“ 

Kieran’s tail squeezed around the base of Rolan's cock and tugged, forcing him closer to the two of you. He chuckled as Rolan whimpered and bucked his hips, trying desperately to get some friction… 

Grabbing Rolan by the horns, Kieran dragged him so that their lips were mere centimeters apart. Kieran was so close, Rolan could feel his hot breath ghost over his mouth as his cock throbbed- those fiery eyes peering into Rolan’s yellow ones, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to give that pretty little cock of yours the attention it deserves while I fuck a child into our little bunny.” 

Tossing Rolan’s head to the side, he stood, looming over you like a dark god, as if he were ready to worship his most faithful follower, ready to take the sacrament, and give his offering.

Dragging you towards him, Kieran spread your legs further with his knees, his tail still wrapped around Rolan's cock. He grabbed your hands, and pinned them above your head with his, intertwining your fingers together, leaving you open and vulnerable to his every desire… He was going to have you scream his name, have you beg for him to fill you so full that you forget about Rolan.

He was a force of nature, a wildfire in a dry forest.

And he was about to ravage you.

Pulling Rolan in closer to get a good view, the tip on his tail flicked across the other tiefling's swollen head, smearing precum across it, making Rolan grip the sheets, moaning.

Kieran’s fat cock was so close now to your willing cunt- his precun trailing from his own swollen head to the entrance of your gaping hole- brushing his cock up and down your gooey slit before pushing in painfully slow… Letting you feel every ridge and bump as he stretched you even further, making room for him to pound you senseless. Your slick and Rolan's cum made it easy for his cock to slide inside- the excess dripping down your ass.

He was so much bigger than Rolan though- longer, thicker, and much more ridged, but Kieran took it slow, letting you feel each and every vein as it scraped along your overstimulated walls, each ridge catching on your tight entrance. The tip of his tail still teasing the other tiefling's weeping cock, the wizard's eyes focused solely on Kieran's thick member penetrating your pussy, watching as it was stretched and molded into the shape of the bastard’s cock.

With a gasp you gripped either side of Kieran’s chest, your body forgetting how tired it was. He was so hot- like a brand- branding your insides, filling you, stretching you, “K-Kieran~!” 

And with a triumphant smirk, the cocky bastard thrust himself completely inside, bottoming out in one smooth motion. As Kieran thrust himself into you, the sea of cum inside you squelched and gushed out of your cunt around his cock that reached further than Rolan’s.

There was no room for Rolan’s cum… Continuing to bottom out inside you, Rolan’s load flooded over your pussy lips like an overfilled cup. Kieran began pumping the remains of his competition out of your saturated pussy in broad, filling strokes… He was taking you for himself, “Say what I wanna hear you say, be a good girl for me~”

The room filled with the filthy sound of his balls slapping against your ass- the squelching of his cock being buried in your sloppy hole, the sound of the mattress creaking and the bed slamming against the wall. 

“Ngh!~ Kieran-“

Kieran slammed your hips down on his cock, hitting your cervix, forcing more of Rolan’s cum out of you, and making you wail. The wizard's cock pulsed and twitched as he watched, biting his lip and squeezing the sheets- the sight of you getting fucked like this turning him on even more… he hated it, but hells… his cock loved it.

Kieran smirked- his eyes flashing a dangerous shade of red as he slammed into you again, “You know what I like, doll~ don’t play dumb, now~ let me hear you sing- beg for my cum- beg for my kids, whore~”

Your eyes rolled back as the ridges of his cock dragged along your walls, his thrusts hitting something so deep inside you, “N’f-fuck me with y-your filthy fiendish cock- r-ruin me~”

His head tilts back, those sharp canines on display as he moans. You're doing such a good job, “And~ what else does our cute bunny want~?” 

Your eyes meet his, his stare hungry, his grin wicked… Peering over his shoulder, your eyes meet with Rolan, his yellow eyes blown wide and glazed over… He looks so helpless- so turned on by the sight of his lover getting railed by someone else, “M’sorry Rolan… I- I-“

You felt warm fingers graze over your cheek, titling your face back to Kieran, “I wanna hear what my favorite girl wants~”

“F-fuck a hellspawn into m-my womb- make hah~ make me a mother-“

Kieran laughed, it was dark, and filled with a sick satisfaction- slamming into you again, forcing another glob of cum out, his hellish eyes finding Rolan's- “How could I possibly say no when she begs so nicely?”

A sharp intake of breath caught your attention.

Rolan collapsed next to you, his hands gripping the sheets tightly, his knuckles a pale red. Sweat beaded along his brow, and his face was flushed as he panted. His chest heaving, his eyes trained on the point where Kieran and you were joined- watching as the other tiefling thrust in and out of you, watching as his seed gushes out around Kieran’s cock... 

He bit his lip and moaned at the touch of Kieran's tail. The appendage stroking his length with long, quick, strokes- coiling and uncoiling around his swollen cock- a string of precum hanging from the tip.

“Enjoying the show, Rolan?” Kieran asked, his clawed hand petting Rolan’s cheek like some good pup.

Rolan didn’t say a thing, instead his tail wrapped around Kieran's, squeezing tightly, as if he was holding onto the other tiefling's arm- his hips thrusting up, meeting Kieran's tail with each pump.

Kieran hummed, his gaze still focused on the other man, watching as he came undone by the sight of his lover and him, a smug smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, his tail stroking the wizard's cock faster- twisting around it tighter and tighter till it darkened in color, until the head of Rolan’s cock looked like it would burst~

As much as he loved the sight of Rolan losing his mind, he brought his attention back to you. His favorite plaything, his beautiful doll.

He held you down with his weight, his toned muscles working along your slick chest as he fucked you faster and harder. Every thrust pushing you further into the bed, inch by inch, until your body was pinned to the cum soaked mattress.

His thrusts became uneven, his breathing ragged, and his face twisted with a snarl, his teeth bared and his horns scraping along your collarbone as he bit down- biting down hard as he buried himself into you. Spilling himself- drowning your white stained walls with his thick, sticky cum…

Rolan's eyes went wide, his tail squeezing tightly around Kieran's…Watching as his seed shoot deep inside, watching as it mixed with his cum already there- filling your pussy, your womb… “magresham,” he groaned- his hips thrusting up one more time into Kieran’s makeshift cock sleeve… Ropes of his hot spunk splattered his stomach and sheets, coating Kieran's tail. His body going limp- the tail that held Kieran's falling away, but Kieran’s refused to let go of him, refusing to stop pumping him until Rolan was a sobbing, writhing, mess.

You screamed, the pressure becoming too much for you. Cum dribbled out of you- squirting out around his cock, the sheets now ruined beyond saving, and your body convulsed with pleasure as you came- milking the tiefling's cock with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Feeling how the bastard’s cum pools against your pulsing cervix… Welcoming his seed just as it did for Rolan’s…

Kieran's tongue slid over the teeth marks on your collar bone- tasting the iron and salt of your blood. He groaned at the taste, licking his lips and grinding his hips against yours, his tail still stroking Rolan’s softening cock.

You moaned softly, your cunt sensitive to every ridge and bump. Your vision slowly cleared, and your gaze fell on the tiefling who was enjoying the sweet taste of your wound, tiredly, they fell to the other who was a panting and sobbing mess, your ears filled with the sounds of the wet, squelching noises of a tail on a spent cock.

Kieran sighed as he finally pulled his tail from Rolan's cock, “you two are too easy~”

A soft mewl escaped your lips as Kieran slipped his now softened member out of your overstuffed pussy. A river of cum and seed flooding out of you and dripped onto the ruined sheets- the sticky mess seeping into the already stained mattress.

Rolan, though exhausted, brushed some hair from your face, his expression filled with worry, “Are- are you okay?”

You smiled softly, the look on his face making your heart flutter, “mhmm~”

He sighed, and rested his head next to yours, his eyes closing.

Kieran stood and stretched, the sound of his joints cracking loud enough to wake the dead, or in this case, the exhausted wizard and the thoroughly fucked bunny.

With a small frown, you reached a hand out to him, not wanting him to leave, even though he had already taken what he wanted.

Kieran arched his brow and smirked, “Don't tell me you still have more in ya?”

Your cheeks flushed a deep pink, and you shook your head, your hand reaching for his still, “pl-please don't go… Stay with me~”

With a chuckle, he took your hand and leaned down, capturing your lips with his. It was sweet, gentle- the kiss was different from any kiss he had ever given you. The tiefling pulled away, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb stroking your bottom lip, a rare genuine smile on his face... “Is that what my girl wants?”

[bidisasterevankinard]

Several sentences Sunday

I wasn't posting for a while again and words are not wording, but I miss comments so maybe posting the part from Justin knows best that i know i hadn't post will help me to get back to any wip

Justin (omc) is Tommy's nephew and Buck's student

“Yes, if you prefer Mr. Diaz’s ass.”

“I don’t prefer Eddie’s as… I just like Eddie’s company. As a friend. Eddie is a cool man and he asked me about my hobbies and army experience and we striked fast friendship. I haven’t even thought Evan is interested in me.”

“Why do you think he asked me to ask you about the Harbor tour? To look at the helicopters and listen to your boring lecture?”

“Hey, it wasn’t boring!”

“It was,”Justin exasperatedly rolls his eyes. “And your flirting during it was meh. You lucky Mr. B is so into new information, especially when it is said by his crush. But actually I doubt he was listening. Man was enamored by you,” Justin takes his chemistry book, trying to remember what Mr. B said about the chemical equation he needs to solve. “And then you leave us to fly to Vegas with your new boytoy.”

“Stop calling my friend and your teacher my boytoy,” Tommy moves to sit on the night table right near him, watching what he is doing.

“Whatever,” Justin rolls his eyes. “Congratulations on missing the chance with him. Now leave me alone. I need to do my homework,” Justin waves towards the door.

“What if I need your help?”

“With what?” Justin raises his eyebrow when he knows the biggest ‘I’m tired of you’ face.

“With the idea of how to ask your teacher out,” Tommy smiles, “And before you will give me concussion with this heavy book, I’m talking about Mr. Buckely.”

Justin puts the book back at his legs.

“I pass.”

I was tagged by @theotherbuckley

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[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

fisherman :]]

[troublerats]

Day 9 of posting two pieces of my old art a day The man by the red lake

[5phn7xb000zin]

Leave the demon to his own demons.

(also happy 10th anniversary fnaf :D, it’s been so long(pun MAYBE intended), and i can’t believe fnaf is actually 10 years old!!) (also real ones know abt the easter egg in the BG!! X3)

[slarkzin]

your OMC design looks so dope! I was wondering if you had any more art of him :]

Here's my Old Man Consequences design, I gotta draw him more 🙏

[lemonsbakery]

"The red crocodile took me on fishing trips and told me stories of the future."

closeup + more under the cut ;3

[raointean]

Elrond Week Day 7 - Sanctuary and Departure

In which Elrond is stubbornly refusing to speak with his parents after arriving in Valinor and Celebrían has a clever solution.

Celebrían sighed exasperatedly as she noticed Elrond reading his book on their couch, pointedly not looking at the letter-writing materials not five feet away from him. “Are you intending to ignore your parents for the rest of time?”

Elrond hardly even glanced up at her as he responded. “No, of course not. I am simply waiting for them to reach out to me first.”

Celebrían pursed her lips and sank down into a nearby chair. Her husband had been in Valinor nearly a year and a half already; this had gone on long enough. “I do not pretend to know Elwing’s mind,” she began, treading lightly on the delicate subject. “But do you not think it is possible that she may be waiting to see if you even wish to speak to her after all this time? You were very young when you were… separated, and she knows this. Perhaps she is trying to be sensitive of the possibility that you have moved on and is trying to give you space so as not to cause conflict...?” 

The ‘As you so often do?’ in her head remained unsaid.

Elrond shot her a look that told her he would not hear any more on the topic and said nothing. They were so much alike, Celebrían thought to herself, although she knew neither of them would admit it. She had only met Elwing once or twice, but even from that she could identify their similarities. Both of them were stern and intimidating people at first glance. Under Elrond’s commanding exterior lay layers upon layers of kindness and generosity and, while Celebrían did not know Elwing well enough to say the same of her, there was no way anyone could genuinely be that stern.

At both of their cores, however, lay deeply wounded, anxious, and insecure people. Celebrían knew from long experience that, while a certain level of healing was possible, the scars of such wounds stubbornly remained. 

Upon their first meeting at a holiday party in Tirion, Elwing had pulled Celebrían aside as soon as she possibly could and questioned her about Elrond. How he was, what he was like and, most importantly, what his opinions of his mother were. Celebrían, taken aback by her directness and still recovering from her… ordeal, had unfortunately answered honestly: Elrond was occasionally curious about her, but usually changed the subject whenever she came up.

The woman had been heartbroken, but concealed it well. Celebrían had tried to reach out a few times after that, but Elwing had always respectfully declined. Now, Celebrían couldn’t help but feel that their current predicament was her own fault. If she had given a kinder report of Elrond’s feelings about her, perhaps Elwing would have the courage to reach out.

But it was no matter, Celebrían had a plan…

Not two seconds later, there came a knock at the door. Right on time.

Elrond rose from his seat to get the door and Celebrían followed close behind, saying, “That must be the geologist I told you about.”

Celebrían had met many of the elves that lived in their area, including a couple that lived on the far end of the valley. She and the wife, Amaurëa, had become dear friends and soon discovered that their husbands both shared a passion for rock, stones, and minerals. While Elrond’s fascination with such things had remained a hobby, her friend's husband, Elcair, had made a profession of it. 

Though they had been visiting Amaurëa's family for the past two years, Celebrían had invited them to call at their earliest convenience to see what Elrond had brought with him from Middle Earth. It was a giant chest of stone and mineral samples, all meticulously sorted, cleaned, and cared for. Elrond had decided to bring it just in case there were elements in Middle Earth that were not present in Aman. Despite the chest being two feet wide and four feet long, he insisted that he had only brought his favorites. 

Celebrían opened the door to see two elves. One, the woman, short and slender with a flattering green dress. She wore no cloak in the warm spring air. The other, her husband, stood head and shoulders above her, his athletic build honed by centuries of hiking, cliff climbing, and spelunking. He examined the ornately carved doorframe instead of looking Celebrían in the eye. 

“Welcome!” Celebrían cried, reaching out to clasp her friend's hand. “How was your visit? I know you have been missing your mother terribly.”

Amaurëa stepped inside with a courteous smile. “It was wonderful. Ammë is well, and so is my new brother.” 

Her eyes slid to Elrond, standing just behind Celebrían's shoulder and he was quick to introduce himself. “I am Elrond, Cel's husband. It is a pleasure to finally meet one I have heard so much about.”

Amaurëa's smile grew wider at his friendly greeting and Celebrían, who knew her well, could see her relax. “Well met, Elrond. This,” she gestured to her husband who had finished examining the doorway and moved into the hallway, “is my husband, Elcair.”

Elcair nodded to Elrond rather stiffly, looking almost nervous. “Well met.”

He didn't go on so, after half a beat, Celebrían invited Amaurëa to the sitting room. “Come, I think I still have some of your favorite tea blend. I daresay Elrond and Elcair should like to get to their rocks.”

At this, Elcair's eyes visibly brightened, although he tried to conceal it. Elrond also noticed and began leading him to his personal study. “Yes, I think we will,” he said to their wives. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Amaurëa.”

Amaurëa nodded her farewell and followed Celebrían into the sitting room. Celebrían set the tea to steep, inwardly rejoicing that her plan had gone smoothly thus far. 

“How long do you think it will take them to realize?” Amaurëa asked her. She was in on the plan, of course. 

Celebrían glanced in the direction of the study. “As clever as they both are, they are discussing rocks so, it could be some time…”

—----

“Do you think the geology of Middle Earth differs much from that of Valinor?” Elcair asked suddenly as they walked down the hall.

He was an odd elf, Elrond observed. Quiet, blunt, absorbed in his own world; Elrond could respect that, even relate to it at times, but still… odd.

“I am not sure,” Elrond replied, opening his office door and ushering Elcair inside. “I have not traveled widely yet, but what I have seen here in this valley is not at all different from what I am familiar with. Although…” he said thoughtfully. “Are there any volcanoes here?”

Elcair chuckled and shook his head. “Alas, no. I have never had the privilege of seeing them in person. My research on that topic has been limited to accounts of those who have seen them, and discussions with Aulë. He is a fountain of geologic knowledge,” he was quick to clarify, “but he has an unfortunate habit of failing to look at the bigger picture.”

Interesting, Elrond thought to himself. He had not thought that the vala of stone and metallurgy would focus on anything narrowly. Then again, Aulë was the creator of the dwarves…

“You are not missing out on much,” Elrond reassured him, unlocking his chest of geological samples. “I spent much time near the volcano, Oroduin, in Mordor during the War of the Last Alliance. I would be happy to share my observations with you, but I do not recommend going anywhere near an active volcano. It took decades for me to breathe easily again.”

Elcair opened his mouth to respond, but was quickly distracted as Elrond opened the chest. Several shelves unfolded from it: one for sedimentary rocks, one for igneous rocks, one for metamorphic rocks, and two for minerals. 

They were separated by type of course, but their order was… unconventional when compared to most geologists’ collections in Middle Earth. They ordered their samples alphabetically or by density, but Elrond- Elrond ordered his collection by Music.

There was Music in everything the Ainur had created, though few were attuned to it. In fact, Elrond had met no one else but his own son, Elladan, who could hear the music of stone as he could. The igneous rock with its quick tempos and sharp sounds, the metamorphic rock with its melodies that bent this way and that, the sedimentary rock with its slow tempos and melodies that told the stories of a thousand different deaths, the minerals with Songs as varied as the colors in the air.

Elrond could listen to them for an Age if no one disturbed him.

Elcair seemed almost equally enraptured, but he eventually turned to question Elrond. They spoke for nearly an hour of volcanic mechanisms and of the types of stone it produced (Elcair found a particular affinity for obsidian), and Elcair told Elrond of the many advances he had made in examining sedimentary samples; separating them out and identifying them one bit at a time.

Eventually, during a lull in the conversation, Elrond asked him a personal question. “When did your family come to Valinor?”

It was entirely possible that he had been born in Valinor, but with a Sindarin name like “Elcair,” his family almost certainly had its roots in Middle Earth or Beleriand.

Elcair gave him a strange look, almost meeting his eyes. “Do you not know?”

That was… an odd response. Elrond did not know who he was related to, although perhaps it was a well known family, but Elcair had not mentioned any family name. “Apologies, I do not. I do not know your family name, and your given name only tells me that you are likely Sindarin or Silvan.”

Slowly, carefully, as if explaining a simple concept to a child who should know better, Elcair said, “My mother is Elwing and my father is Eärendil…”

Oh, oh. Of course! Elwing and Eärendil had been very young when they had fled Beleriand; Elrond had always known that. They had been young and in love and had lost the chance to raise their children; it made sense that they would try again.

In a way, Elrond was happy for them. Happy that they had been able to move on with their lives after everything that had happened, everything they had been through. Alongside that, though, an ancient pit of bitterness reopened in his chest at the thought that they had been able to move on from him.

As soon as that feeling bubbled up into his mind, he tried to push it away. It wasn’t fair to them and it wasn’t helpful to him. He had lived well over six-thousand years without them and become a powerful and well-respected man, loved by many. That would not change, regardless of what his parents thought of him.

“So, Celebrían did not tell you?” Elcair asked tentatively. He seemed anxious, worried that he had offended Elrond.

“No- No, she did not.” This whole time, she had known. Known and said nothing! And yet, Elrond could not find it within himself to be angry with her. He had been stubborn in his refusal to speak to his family, he knew, and if she had mentioned a brother, Elrond knew he would have refused to see him as well.

“You… are my brother, then?” Elrond mused.

Elcair nodded, almost shy now. “Yes, and we have a sister between us, Elinn. I thought you knew about her, but since you did not know that you and I were brothers…”

His rambling trailed off as Elrond tried to digest all of the new information. He was an older brother, with two younger siblings. His parents had had two new children after losing their first two. Even if he did reach out to them now, what sort of place would he have in that family? That of a bastard son with no ties but blood?

As if sensing his turmoil, Elcair picked up an oolitic limestone sample and pressed it into Elrond’s palm. It was highly textured, but the ooids themselves were smooth. More than that, its music was soothing like- well, like sediments coalescing in ocean currents. It brought him back to the present.

Staring at his shoes, Elcair asked, “So, since Celebrían did not ask me here at your behest, may I ask- Why have you not reached out to us yet?

Elrond sighed, examining the limestone in his hand. What he wouldn’t give to be an ooid right now; just a tiny ball of calcium floating in the sea. Things would be so much simpler. “I only knew Elwing- our mother - for the first six years of my life, most of which I cannot remember. Our father, I knew for even less time, and I did not know of you and Elinn’s existence until just now. I fear that forcing myself into… your family- I would simply take up space that isn’t there.”

Elcair looked over at him sharply, though Elrond did not meet his gaze. “Do not say that! Nana has been more anxious than I have ever seen her from the moment we got news of your ship. As soon as Atto returned from his sky-voyage at the beginning of last spring, he was much the same. Elinn has been urging Nana constantly to stop waiting for you to reach out and just write first herself because she wants so desperately to meet you! And I-”

He halted before going on, as if admitting some long-kept secret. “I have been wondering what you would be like ever since I first heard your name. For decades- centuries, I have listened at the docks for news and stories of you. I cobbled together an image of what my older brother might be like and, for a very long time, you have been my greatest role model, even though I have never met you.”

A breath of silence passed between them. Elrond could hardly believe that he had played so large a role in the life of someone he had never met. He knew that he was in history books and there were likely people who looked up to him based on their readings, but never so personally. 

Elcair wasn’t finished. “I never even dared to hope that you would share my passion for stone, however much I idolized you. I- There has always been room in our family for you, Elrond.”

Elrond was nearly overcome. He had only just begun to process the fact that he had siblings (siblings! plural!) and this was just too much. So, he pushed his feelings aside for later, focused on the feeling of ooids in his hand, and fell back on learned politeness. 

“I-” he was forced to pause and clear his throat, his voice was clogged with emotion. “I am sorry for not writing sooner.”

Elcair patted his hand, also feeling awkward and off balance after his burst of emotion. “It is no matter now. We have all the time in the world, after all.”

@elrondweek

[blitztheowl]

Swap AU old man consequences

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[ozzy-lot]

[dark-and-kawaii]

Hey there girlie, I’m having the worst cramps and back pain today. I was wondering how the sweet baby boy Zavrik would take care of his partner when she’s in her monthly hell. I’m imagining how tieflings are basically heating pads because of how warm they are ����🩷

Oh no!!!! I’m so sorry you’re going through your monthly right now!!! Never a good time ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ). I hope these make you feel better and give you some comfort xoxo

₊˚⊹♡ Pairings: OMC x F!Tav/Reader

₊˚⊹♡ Content: Major Comfort - Major Love - Zavrik Is A Cinnamon Roll - True Love

Zavrik becomes the epitome of tender care and warmth during these times, quite literally. As a half tiefling, his natural warmth is so soothing against your cramps and back pain- wrapping you in his arms, his body a living hearing pad that eases every tense muscle. His touch is super gentle, it always is, but during your period he’s extra gentle, slowly dragging, caressing his hand against your lower stomach and wherever else that might hurt. Those words of his he murmurs in your ear are soft reassurances that this will pass, but that he’ll be here until it does. He knows it isn't permanent, the pain and the blood, but he treats it like it is and makes sure that you feel his presence, and his love.

Most would demand the maids draw you a bath, but not Zavrik. Oh no. This man personally tends to you. He warms the water with his magic, and helps you step into the bath. You can just relax while he washes you, using the sweet smelling soaps to work every knot out of your muscles. You are his queen, his world, and he takes his duty as your lover very seriously. And when he's done, he wraps you in the fluffiest towel imaginable and dries you off. Purposely tussling your hair as he dries it with the biggest smile on his face, one that grows when you laugh and tell him to stop.

He anticipates your needs before they’re even spoken. Zavrik is super attentive, paying close attention to the days you start your cycle and the symptoms you have. He remembers them all, and when the time comes, he's already got it handled. He even makes sure the kitchen staff has all your favorite dishes ready and snacks prepared for your cravings… just know if you’re ever pregnant with his child, his mother henning will reach a whole new level xD!

Emotionally, this man is your rock, and he will listen to your every grievance and frustration. No matter what it is. Be it something silly, or a deeper issue you have, he's there to lend an ear and offer advice… even if he doesn’t quite understand what you’re going through, he tries. And if you cop an attitude with him, he knows why. So he won't take offense, he just smiles and shakes his head asking if you’re done yet.

[glamrocktiger]

OMC art i did for another anniversary collab, forgot to post it before so I'm posting it now! I also have tons of asks, i really need to answer them 🤧🤧

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

i love love love him

[liss-art]

"You fool! More serenity!"

Still here (fic) Now with OMC

[5phn7xb000zin]

“Leave the DEMON, to HIS demons.” (WIP!!!)

I wanted to draw these 2 together lol

[mrspinkloveheart]

Happy 10th birthday FNaF!!🎂🎂

I have a hate-love relationship with this drawing