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[sh1-n0bu]

bello, not sure if your taking requests so this will be my little thirst😼

was thinking about the elf bf and how intimacy is so foreign to him! How good your touches feel on his heated skin but what was this odd feeling? The coil in his tummy getting tighter with each grind of his hips on your thigh. The feeling felt so weird.. it feels good? is this good? he doesn’t want to disappoint you, or worse, scare you away! so he stops himself, letting his hips slow their grind for a moment. Inadvertently edging himself!

id like to imagine if he touched himself he would stop before cumming as well, he doesn’t know what it is! it feels so odd, makes him feel hot all over!

After he slows his grinds, you would be a bit confused…, does he not want to cum? or does he want to wait til your inside him? it takes a bit before you even think that maybe he hasn’t gotten that far before, the idea that you get to corrupt him making your face heat. Goodness he would be so pretty, teary eyes begging for you to slow down. Hips bruised from how rough you had grabbed him!

and to think, when he finally cums? its so overwhelming. heat spreading through his body, mind numbing as his legs twitch slightly? his pretty cock leaking onto his stomach? GOOD LORD I NEED IT💥💥💥

ty for listening nobu🫶🏼 we love you pls dont die

(low key my first ask, hope you enjoyed as i dont write much)

bellooooo, me is not taking requests for now but im still open for brainrots/thirsts!!!!

good lawdddd y’all gotta stop corrupting me more, my horny level can’t keep up guys. so i haven’t read the history of middle earth and all abt the biologies and cultures of the races tolkien created but i have come across multiple posts or points of people pointing out that sex and intimacy is an extremely important and raw thing. like how a constant friction creates fire over time and how that fire spreads into a wildfire that consumes everything, that’s how it is to elves and their culture. courting is important and it could go for a very long time until they decide to officially tie the knot. yet even after getting married, the consummation won’t happen in a while, first the couple must at least intertwine their fëa (soul) and so, the consummation act is more intense and powerful. its a very draining thing, when elves fuck, they fuck. long and hard, probably all night and into the next morning and even evening perhaps. they’re immortals, they have a monster amount of stamina

so with this info in mind, u gotta realize that elves do have knowledge of sex, how it usually feels etc and how near sacred it is to their kin. love is a fragile thing that will cross their eternal life only once and when they love, boy do they love. yet something tells me that despite having knowledge of sex, masturbation and other fleshly pleasures, they don’t participate in it much. its like they barely have anything that gets them pent up or sexually frustrated until they fall in love. and if it is a mortal? oh boy, they are confused and yearning. it’s like an instant neuron activation for them

the poor elf would barely know what to do with these thoughts and imaginations of you and him in such a compromising position. images of you guiding him through your first times together, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings into his sensitive, pointy ear while he shrivels with embarrassing noises on your lap. oh how those calloused, hardened hands would feel when tightly fisting at his cock, draining him dry and milking every last drop of his cum. how those long, thick fingers would feel when thrusting inside him, scissoring him open and making him squeal. good god, don’t even get him started on the dirty images he thinks of you when he looks at those arms and thighs of yours, he’s imagining himself riding that muscle until he soils his pants or how your hands would push his head down to fully swallow your cock into his throat

would it taste as how it is described in the eroticas? would your precum be salty as your thick cock head pushes past his soft lips with your soothing voice instructing him to “open wide, puppy”? would you be so mean as to fist at his gorgeous locks and fuck into his mouth, use him to your own pleasure? he would be a good puppy for that, taking whatever you had to give him with red cheeks and hands obediently held on his lap. like a good puppy, he would open his mouth, tongue out like an eager little dog waiting for the taste of his favorite snack as you stroke your dick, a low moan falling as he finally taste your load shoot into his awaiting open jaws

and when his dirty thoughts are finally granted and turned into reality? he’s a goner. scrambling on his feet, tripping over his words, mind blanking as he feels your hands grope his ass over the linen of his pants. feeling like a young ellon rather than the full grown elf he is when your hands fiddle with the buckle of your belt, gulping down the saliva in his mouth as he sees your strap spring out of your undergarment

with a shaky hand, he would grip your strap, meagerly stroking his hands up and down with a stuttered “i-is this okay…?” oh dear stars, how badly you wanted to just fuck him dumb right then and there, seeing the cute pouting lips, big eyes staring at you for an approval as he weakly asks for your preference. how fast he is to crumble when he feels your rough hand wrap around both your and his own dicks, stroking them together with a slow pace, occasionally spitting on them. his mind was already blanking, and he was sure that he had already came into your hand the moment you touched him

“w-wait a—annh!! mmh uhnng♡︎ h-hold owwnn♡︎ i ju-ust c-came! i came alreanngh already...♡︎!!” the poor elf weakly cried out, falling back into the sea of soft pillows as his hands shook by his chest, where he held them close to himself. he was sure you could hear the rapid beating of his heart, embarrassed by the noises he kept letting out despite biting down on his lips to shut himself up. poor sweetheart, doesn’t even know that the thing dripping down onto his stomach is his pre-ejaculation and not his cum! “shh shh… it’s alright, darling. i’ll be sure to teach you all about the fleshly pleasures tonight♡︎” and you were going to absolutely ruin him

sweet virgin elf who crumples into a heap of mess after experiencing his first cum. moaning and even squealing as his hands flailed around, unable to choose whether to hold onto your arms or to claw at the blanket beneath himself as you continue to keep going despite his whines of having already came. you were so mean, quickening your pace and even squeezing your dicks together, he was so sure that he blacked out when you first did that or swiped a thumb over his oozing tip. arms covering his face to hide the flush of his cheeks and the drooped ears, crying out to you that he was going to die. so dramatic

“sh-stooohpp..! stop stopstopstop—stop it♡︎♡︎! i came!! i nyaagh ungh guhc—came! i alreaawdyy camee…♥︎!” the elf cried out, already slurring his words together as his hips grind back and forth on the bed until your free hand comes up to keep it down in place with a bruising grip. your sweet boyfriend could only cry out, a broken whine falling as he shook his head, looking down at your hand that held down his hip before shifting to look at where your cocks were touching. held together in a tight fist, your hand already soiled with his cute load of precum as well as his stomach. he never noticed it before but gods, your strap was dwarfing him in size and girth. he would surely die if he takes that big thing inside himself!

but when you don’t seem to hear his pleas and only continue to fuck your strap and his weeping cock together in a faster pace into the tight grip of your fist — even rocking your hips forward too! — the poor elf was sure he was going to see the bright skies of valinor that night. whimpers turning into broken wails, punched out sobs of your name falling out of his now bloodied lips as he covers his face with his hands. he could feel the hot tears that fell from his eyes, wiping them away with cute pathetic sniffles as you tighten your fist just at the heads. another squeeze and one more before he was crying out your name in a shrill scream, his legs around your hips tightening, shaking even, as he finally feels himself cumming alongside you. translucent colored seeds mixing together, dirtying his stomach and even shooting up to his heaving chest

“…s-shoo goowdd… aaanh hhagc—♡︎ c-cum..♥︎ cumming ’gainn hhgaaa♥︎ ughk haahg [n-naawme], [namenamenamena—]♥︎♥︎” the elf sobbed out weakly, a putty in your hands as he feels his cock slowly grow flaccid. if it weren’t for the rough pads of your fingers tracing circles around his clenching rim and the feeling of your clean hand push away his hands from his face, your elf bf would have most definitely been sure that he had died and was re-embodied. yet despite the fuzziness in his brain and the way his blood seemed to circulate too quickly through his veins, his body unconsciously pressed itself against you, against your fingers as if seeking for more pleasure

thats enough thirsting yall, go do yalls assignments

[mxnessx]

Can you imagine of how BEAUTIFUL IS FINROD, when he's lay back on top!reader bed. Ask reader for breeding him— **cough**

[sturid]

A small list of fictional men that should be girl dads

John Wick

Billy Butcher

Eddie Brock

Matt Murdock

That one baker guy from Kiki’s Delivery Service

Bi-Han

Cole Cassidy/Jesse Mcree

Obi-Wan Kenobi

both Aziraphel and Crowley

Newt Scamander

Izzy Hands

Peter Quill (Star-Lord)

literally any lotr character

feel free to add

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Kinktober Day 27: S&M- Glorfindel

Summary: Glorfindel loves when his human partner hurts him.

Word count: 2, 661

Your position on the plush elegant armchair, was definitely a premium seat for the enthralling show before you. To have a warrior as large and powerful as Glorfindel before you, a mere mortal, bound and quaking in anticipation, was a true blessing. If some were to see such a scene they would call you cruel, and Glorfindel would gladly agree with them, because that’s exactly how he likes it.

Being of the race of man meant that you could not overpower him even if you trained for a thousand years, but he was more than willing to let you win in games like this. Your body may be weak in comparison to him, but the way you could control him from just a look was strength all of its own.

The way his wrists were bound to his ankles put every last one of his gorgeous muscles on full display. His body was stretched to be on show just for you, and Glorfindel was desperate for you to begin your torment. He craved your harsh works and the pain you could inflict on his body, so having to kneel there bound and watching you silently gaze at him was torture.

Beginning to move in your seat, you decided to build his anticipation a bit more before starting. He was so still and so good for you, you wanted to see if you could break him just a little.

Uncrossing and crossing your legs, your hand lightly reached down over your collarbone and breast. You noticed his eyes follow your hand and his brow furrow ever so slightly, your sheer gown leaving nothing to the imagination as he watched you intently. Despite your soft looking appearance he knew how harsh you could be, the extreme juxtaposition driving him mad and causing his already desperate cock to bounce.

“You’re so pathetic, you little whore.” You began with a wicked smirk.

Standing above him, one hand tugs his hair harshly at the scalp, while the other squeezes as hard as possible around his throat. Despite how hard you were pressing on his throat, you didn’t cut off nearly as much air as you would for a regular man. Glorfindel always encouraged you to use all your strength, knowing that’s the only way he’d be hurt enough, but also loving how dangerous it made you look.

Being forced to look up at you made him weak. The dark look on your face above him and the way your muscles flexed made his mind whirl and his cock bounce once again.

Suddenly he felt your foot push harshly on his balls, making him gasp and groan out in delicious pain, his brow furrowing as he looked up at you pathetically.

“You just want me to hurt you don’t you? Such a pathetic whore.” You torment him, a powerful blow landing on his face and your foot pushing in harder.

His head whipped to the side and a blissful smile landed on his face.

“Yes, mistress. I’m a whore for the pain only you can give me.” He answered you obediently, craving to be good for you.

Another harsh slap landed on his other cheek, whipping his head the other way, his eyes rolling back at the painful pleasure. Staring at his reaction with a wicked smile for a moment, your expression turned dangerous as you gripped his hair harshly once again.

“You know, I have been so kind as to give you two slaps and step on your pathetic balls and yet I have not heard a single ‘thank you, mistress’. Maybe you don’t deserve what I can do for you. Maybe I should stop and not let you finish this evening. Perhaps I should fill you up, put your pathetic cock in a cage, gag your mouth and watch you struggle all night.” You warn him dangerously.

Glorfindels eyes start to fill with worry, knowing that you would do that him in heartbeat.

“No, no, no. I’m so sorry, mistress. You are right, I should be grateful that you would even touch someone as pathetic as me. Thank you for the pain that only you can give me. Thank you for hurting me and torturing my pathetic body. You are a goddess and I am but your humble servant, mistress.” His pleas meaning to sound pathetic came out like poetry, causing you to break character for just a moment and lovingly smirk at the beautiful man below you.

“That’s better.” You growl, tugging his hair as your face returns to a dangerous state.

Quickly releasing his hair you step away from him and bend down to pick up the first item you’d be tormenting him with. You make sure to bend a lot more dramatically, as to give him a perfect view of your ass and pussy through the sheer gown.

Turning back around, Glorfindel sees you holding a riding crop and keens in excitement, his eyes lighting up. He knows what you’re about to do to him and he can’t wait.

Slowly and purposefully you drag the crop from his strong neck, down his sensitive nipples, across his taut abdomen, over his sensitive cock, before harshly slapping onto his balls. The sting and pain of the sensitive area causing him to groan out, and his head to whip back, gorgeous blonde hair cascading behind him.

“Ooohh! Thank you mistress!” He whines out in pleasure and pain.

“Well done, whore, looks like you can listen.”

Your insult is followed by two quick and harsh whacks to his already sensitive nipples, causing another whine to leave the warrior before you.

“Thank you, thank you, mistress.” He pathetically replies to your action, eyes closed in bliss.

Bringing the crop down to his sensitive cock head, you begin lightly slapping the underside of his cock, over and over, speeding up as you spoke.

“Here’s what I’m thinking, my dirty little boy. I’m going to make your front nice and pink, then you’re going to bend over like the whore you are and I’ll make your back nice and pink too. You’re going to look so pretty covered in my marks, my pathetic little pain slut. Is that what you want, you little whore? You said you wanted to be hurt and that’s exactly what I’ll do.” You explain your plan to your warrior, ending your little speech with a hard slap to his cock head.

“Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress. You’re so wise and beautiful and your plan is so wonderful.” He pathetically praised you.

“Good boy.” You compliment, a harsh slap landing on his cheek, receiving thanks in return.

Stroking his cheek gently, you leaned into his ear.

“You be a good boy and take your pain and I’ll tie you up and ride your cock. Be my good boy and thank mistress. Be grateful for the pain I give you and you might be allowed to cum tonight.” You assured him, biting the tip of his sensitive ear and gently kissing his cheek.

Turning back around, once again making a show of bending over, you began by picking up four pegs from the table. Once Glorfindel saw what you held in your hands, his eyes widened with both worry and excitement. He knew what those pegs meant and he was ready for this little game to begin.

Stepping back over to the kneeling elf, you harshly pulled his head back once again.

“Keep your head there.” You growl your order.

“Yes, mistress.” He simply replied, doing exactly as you asked, his gorgeous long hair cascading down his back as he kept his head in place for you.

Glorfindel stared at you like you were the most precious being to ever live, as you began your torture of his gorgeous body. Grabbing a hold of his pointed elvish ear, you place a tight peg right at the tip. He tried his best not to move too much or react too loudly as pain and overstimulation began. He watched you intently and lovingly as you moved to the next ear and repeated your torture.

Coming to stand in front of him once again, you admire the handsome elf before you, your face however gives more a look of someone assessing livestock.

“Hold still.” You simply order as the other two pegs go back onto the table and you grab another length of rope.

Kneeling down behind him, you take his gorgeous hair and attach it to the rope at his ankles, making sure his head stayed in place and his body bent in a more extreme way.

“That’s better.” You grin maniacally as you watch his strong chest lightly rise and fall.

“Yes, mistress. You’re so wise and brilliant.” He compliments you.

Holding the pegs in your hands once again, you pinch harshly on one nipple, attaching a peg and then repeating your torture onto the next.

“Very nice.” You smile as you give his face a slap, once again receiving praise from your good little whore.

The next thirty minutes consisted of going back and forth between the table and Glorfindel. First came a thin wooden cane, welts forming in the wake of the stinging blows, Glorfindel loving how the pain felt. Then the crop again, hit after hit making the previous blows hurt even more, his cries and moans becoming louder. Lastly was a flogger, the blows not so concentrated but just as hard and strong. By the time you were finished with his front he was a sweating moaning mess, lightly panted ‘thank you’s’ falling from his lips as his hips thrust into the air.

“Oooohhh. Now you look nice and pretty.” You smile down at him, quickly removing the pegs from his nipples and harshly running your nails down his red and pink chest.

“Aaaahh! Ah! Thank you, mistress!” He shouts out, a pathetic panting breath heaving out of him.

“Okay, now, baby boy. What colour are we? Are you okay doing the same to your back?” You ask concerned, making sure you weren’t pushing him too hard.

“I’m green, mistress. Please, I’d love some more. You’re so perfect and so kind to me.” He pleaded, head nuzzling into your kind touch.

“Okay, my good boy.” He smirked down at him, another blow landing across his face.

“Aah. Thank you, mistress.” He sighed with a blissed out look on his face, eyes closed but his teeth shining through his gorgeous lips.

Gently you began to reposition his body, hands now tied to the end of the bed, ass out and legs spread. Moving his hair away from his back, you gently remove the pegs from his now almost red ears, a gasping moan escaping him as you did.

Once again you started with the thin cane, blows harshly landing on his balls and backside before moving to his strong back. Your torment continued much the same with the crop and flogger following.

By the time you hit the last blow and Glorfindel harshly breathed out his last pathetic ‘thank you’, he was a sweating panting mess. He was so desperate for you to fuck him that any touch from you turned him into a moaning mess.

Stepping back you took in the mess of an elf before you. His large cock was now painfully hard, the tip red and leaking onto the floor below him. His breath heaved and he was pathetically thrusting his hips forward, body quaking and desperate to be stimulated.

Knowing he had definitely earned his reward tonight, you gently began to undo the ropes around his wrist. Sitting against the end of the bed on the floor, you reposition Glorfindel to lay between your legs and against your chest. Stroking is hair lovingly, you just hold him for a little while.

“You did so well, my darling. Are you ready for your reward now? You made mistress so wet with all your pretty sounds.” You coo down at the elf in your arms.

“Yes please, mistress. I’d like my reward now.” He smiles into your neck as he nuzzled into you.

“Okay, sweet boy. You lay on the bed and mistress will be there shortly.” You gently order him, placing a sweet his to kiss sweat covered forehead.

Standing slowly he makes him way to the large bed, laying right in the middle his whole body relaxes against the soft sheets. Smiling sweetly at your elf, you walk to the bathroom and get him a glass of water.

“Here, baby boy. Drink some of this before your reward. I don’t want you getting hurt or sick.” You tell him sweetly as you gently hand him the glass.

Kissing his cheek you stand from the bed once more to retrieve some more length of rope. Returning to the bed you smile to see the glass empty and on the nightstand and Glorfindels hands above his head, definitely ready for his reward.

Smiling coyly at him, you crawl onto the bed, straddle his chest and tie his strong hands to the headboard. Your pussy is almost right in his face and he can’t help but stare and bite his lip, craving and need beginning to settle in even more.

Crawling back down his body, you sit just over his cock and begin teasing him slightly. He whimpers pathetically as you rub his large cock across your wet pussy. Finally you place his large head at your entrance and wickedly smirk down at your elf.

“Beg for your reward, my good boy and mistress will let you cum tonight.” You taunt him as you begin lightly rocking your hips.

“Please! Please mistress! Let me cum! I need your pussy so ba-“ His begging was cut short as you sank down onto his large cock.

Glorfindel lets out an animalistic groan as he feels your tight pussy squeezing around his desperate cock. By the time you’ve adjusted and sunk all the way down, he is a panting and moaning mess. As you place your hands on his chest and start to rock against him, his head is thrown back and his eyes squeeze shut, mouth opening and closing in a desperate state of pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this, baby. You fill me up so good. Make mistress feel so good, baby boy!” You praise his as your hips begin to speed up.

Moving your hips faster, you begin to rub your clit against his pelvis. The pleasure is becoming too much as you can feel yourself reaching your end.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me tonight, Glorfindel. Mistress is going to cum and she wants you to cum with her. Okay, baby?” You pant out, desperate for your release and for Glorfindel to fill you up.

“Yes mistress! I’ll cum with you! I want only to serve you!” He cries out in a desperate moan.

You could feel your skin heating up and the coil in you about to snap, you were so close.

“Oh fuck, baby, oh fuck! I’m gonna- ooohhh! Glorfindel!” You loudly moan out, your head whipping back as your body shakes from your release.

Both of your moans and screams of pleasure are mixed as you’re both filled with bliss. Gently you rock your hips together, both of you coming down from your highs.

Collapsing onto his large chest, you both breathe heavily, catching your breaths from such extreme pleasure.

“Um, darling.” You hear Glorfindel lightly chuckle as he can see you begin to drift off.

Looking up at him, you see him wiggle his hands. Lightly laughing you realise he is still tied up.

“Right, sorry, my love.” You weakly chuckle as your blissed out body reaches up and undoes his binds.

As soon as he is free, he wraps his strong arms around you. Your hands cradle his handsome face as you look at each other lovingly.

“Let’s get you into a bath, my sweet boy.” You smile at him and kiss his nose.

[ao3statistics]

Lord-of-the-Rings-Event Week: Day 1: Boromir

Welcome to my LotR charts event!

Date of creation: 10.05.2024

He's supposed to live! Case closed I guess.

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available on Ao3, NOT English only.

This sounds cute btw but also weirdly specific?

More charts will follow. :)

Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!

[glykerniaz]

Our longing love

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Emile Anderson - Glorfindel ( tentative)

( synopsis. ) You are the sixth Istari sent to Middle-earth, a Maiar of Mandos. You met Glorfindel in the Halls of Mandos, and shared a deep romantic bond with him. When he was sent back for his second life in Middle-earth, no one ever imagined that he would meet you again in Imladris.

( tags. ) top!reader , bottom!glorfindel , Istari reder , using fingers , climax , male reader , soft , smut , friend to lover.

( a/n. ) i found out somebody request this- (My frist time wrtiting)

You never realized just how important you became in his life. The beautiful memories between you and him are always circling in his mind.

From the moment he met you after his death in the Halls of Mandos.

You are the shining light, radiant and calm, just like your Valar. You are his sanctity. Even the kiss you left on his lips imprinted upon his soul.

Oh... you made him pray to the goddess of the stars, Varda, but it seems the one who listened to him was the just Lord Mandos.

Until today, his prayers will come true.

The afternoon sky, bathed in sunlight, slowly shifted westward. After three long days of patrol, Glorfindel was desperate to ride his trusted steed back to Imladris. Yet, this time, there was something different, something special about the journey home.

Upon arrival, Glorfindel wasted no time issuing orders for the patrol to disperse before heading to report to Lord Elrond of Imladris. His golden armor shimmered brilliantly under the sun, and as he approached, a familiar sight caught his eye—a tall gray hat. In an instant, he recognized Gandalf, the Gray Wizard. But it was not Gandalf who made his heart skip a beat.

Eru, was he hallucinating?

His heart thundered in his chest, loud enough that even the sixth Istari, the enigmatic figure conversing calmly with Lord Elrond, might have noticed.

You were different.

But you were unmistakably you.

The one who made him hope for the halls of Mandos once more.

You were unlike any other Istari—no flowing, aged robes or dwarven-like beard. You seemed... human, more so than the last time he saw you. But he recognized you immediately.

You noticed him too. Your eyes met his, and a small smile played at the corner of your lips. Your movements were quiet and deliberate, but in a blink, you stood before him.

"Glorfindel," you greeted softly, your voice warm and familiar.

He swallowed hard, his usual composure faltering. He stammered, trying to form words, but you spoke first.

"It's been a while, Laurëfindil."

Eru, he was about to faint.

His cheeks burned, and the sound of your voice made him feel like a young elf again, inexperienced and hopelessly infatuated.

"Y-Yes," was all he managed to say.

You leaned closer, your breath brushing his ear as you whispered, "I’ll come to you tonight."

"Will you—will you really?" he asked, breathless.

You didn’t answer, only smiled before leaving him standing there, flushed and dumbstruck, under the curious gazes of Lord Elrond and the twins. Embarrassment surged through him, and he quickly excused himself, retreating with all the speed he could muster.

In the solitude of his chambers, he found himself scrubbing fervently in the bath, as if preparing for a sacred rite. The thought of you made the tips of his ears redden beneath his golden hair.

When evening fell, he caught glimpses of you from across the dining hall, though no chance to speak arose. It wasn’t until he returned to his quarters and heard the soft knock—knock, knock—that his heart leapt.

You had arrived.

Was he presentable enough?

Glorfindel barely realized how flustered he was as he opened the door. Before he knew it, he had thrown himself into your arms. He couldn’t recall the moment he surrendered to the strength of your embrace, but he knew he had longed for it, for you, deeply and fervently.

"Eru, you’re still as endearing as ever," you murmured, your lips curving into a gentle smile as you pressed your nose to his golden hair, planting a tender kiss there as though it were a treasure.

"I-I missed you. I’ve waited for the day I could return to Valinor—for you," he whispered, nuzzling against your chest. The door behind him clicked shut as if sealing him away with you, in your world.

His lashes fluttered closed as he rested in your arms. He would give himself to you entirely.

You laughed softly, holding him securely. Your strength, the firmness of your embrace, stirred thoughts in him that were unbecoming of an elf of his stature—thoughts he dared not voice but could not banish.

Who would have guessed you could reduce him to feeling like an inexperienced youth once more?

You led him to the bed, yet nothing untoward passed between you—not yet.

The night was spent in quiet conversation, sharing tales of the centuries that had kept you apart. He lay against your chest as though it were the most natural thing in the world. His bright eyes gleamed with warmth, his golden hair cascading like a waterfall over your shoulder.

Your gaze, unwavering and fond, made his lips curl into a shy, innocent smile. Yet Eru, even as he basked in your presence, his mind betrayed him with images unfit for an elf.

He imagined how it would feel to have your arms wrap around him, holding him as he lay beneath you, waiting for the heat of your touch to fill the void within him.

The thought made him flush deeply, his ears burning crimson. He swallowed hard, wondering what it would feel like to have your hands, your fingers exploring the places he had kept sacred.

He had never experienced such things.

But he wanted to.

And you would be the only one he would ever give himself to.

Glorfindel sat atop your chest, his hips tilting back to press into the friction between your hand and his lower body.

His pants had vanished, leaving only a loose, silky long-sleeved shirt that hung just to his thighs. His lashes fluttered closed.

His lips pressed together as if to stifle any embarrassing sounds from escaping-sounds that might disturb the neighbors. After all, elves have excellent hearing.

You can see his blunt cheeks when you tease him with a juicy finger. Who knows how well he responds to your finger when it stretches through his butt.

Glorfindel's , stingy, hard nipples, rancid under his slippery fabric with your chest and grip your hair tightly, surging you down to catch his poor lips.

Your mouth is like his paradise. Your touch circling him makes him tremble like a bullied rabbit.

Your finger acts excellently. It bothers and causes his thought to fade and think of the acacia of how deep your finger gets into him. His wall strangles around your finger, tightening every time his finger presses around.

You just teased him. Press your finger in his butt while your mouth occupies his cavity.

He was extremely obsessed, almost unconscious. Until — "Ahh!"

His sweet moan survived the longing kiss. His butt is crushed towards you like a rabbit that has been raised by his master.

You find his sensitive sweet kiss easily. His wall nibble to get your finger to touch like this, raging in.

He fussed out the clams, moaning together with a hug around your neck, like finding a mosquito in the midst of this distraction.

He wants to know what it will be like if what's in him is not your finger. But your thick chicken bar that makes you dream.

His slippery long-sleeved shirt was skinned up until he saw the stiff, rancid nipples that twitched to your touch.

His chicken betrayed him by sharpening the pearl colored liquid. The steep hill plows on your belly and demands your muscles to work.

Now he is so beautiful and seductive that you can almost stop breathing.

His hands are sandwiched to the side of your cheek. His red pointed ear twitch His face was hot and his white body turned red like a plum.

He brings you near his bird for you to drink a beautiful pink candy on the top of his chest. Your other hand will not let him have to freeze when it pumps his cock until now. Glorffin is almost liquid as a jelly on his body.

Your fingers, your hands, your mouth, pamper him like a shift will make him exhausted until tomorrow's ridge.

"Hng! Don't-Don't stop"

He is fully outside. He is now yours

"Don't hold back my beautiful voice. Let them hear who my golden flower belongs to, Laurenfindel"

His eyes wide open. His walls fasten around your fingers, holding your fingers in him when everything is raging, wandering at him. Until his tens of thousands of years of innocence is lost with your hands.

"I-hngggg, I'm done (your name)! Ah-ahhh!"

His pearl colored water shed on your hands. His belly was blurred by his curls and he made a beautiful moan at his ear, until it was almost impossible to stop.

You kissed his forehead and rubbed his cheeks lightly. His golden hair group looks messy. No. — He looks messy on your chest.

"So beautiful, my flower"

You compliment him and withdraw his finger from his butt. Then gently massage at his beautiful soft entrance.

He fell down and tucked his face on your bouncing stall. His body is not shaking. And his chest rises and falls heavily from trying to breathe.

He is liquid on your body. He is yours.

During your thoughts, the floating mule can sense his mischievous hands. His beautiful blue eyes, like the spoon, look at you lustfully, but they hide it with a glow.

Glorfindel's magefully lips will speak with a hoarse voice from this blissful activity.

"Can I give you some flavor?"

After tonight, the elves in Imladris look at Lord Glorfindel and you with strange eyes.

dividers ➵ @chachachannah @anitalenia @cafekitsune

[subtlysubby]

Just some casual V-day v-lines and Hands™️ for all your enjoyment 😘

More tasty v-lines to come later 😉

[queenlucythevaliant]

I'm watching Star Wars with my roommate, she hasn't seen any of it and she is completely unspoiled I am LIVING

[frenchfrywrites]

worship and praise

MINORS DNI

warnings: gn genitals ambiguous soft dom reader, kinda subby Samwise Gamgee, oral sex, insecurity, body worship, discussion surrounding weight gain, ooc sam? idk??

"Oh, come on," you hear your lover, Samwise, grunt angrily before letting out an exasperated sigh. You poke your head out from where you've been bundled up under the blankets, and see him struggling to pull up his pants. Curiously, you watch him shuffle and squirm until, "oh for the love of—" he finally gives up with a loud huff.

As he kicks his pants off, his gaze lands on you. You give him what you hope is a comforting smile, lifting up the blankets as a silent invitation. With a pout, Sam slips under them and into your arms. Running your fingers through his curls you lean down to kiss him.

"What has you so upset, my love?" you ask quietly.

"My trousers no longer fit me," he still sounds frustrated, but even more so he sounds mournful and embarrassed. He looks the part, his brows furrowed and a frown working its way onto his lovely face. You hum softly,

"I don't think that's such a bad thing," your words morph his expression to one of confusion. You continue, "after all I've been wanted to get you some new clothes. Ones that aren't covered in mud and grass stains," you tease softly. Luckily, that brings a smile to Sam's face.

"It's not about the trousers themselves, y'see," he admits, the smile all too quickly falling from his lips, "it's that my body's gotten too big for them that makes me so frustrated."

"Oh Sam," you coo, taking his face into your hands and pulling him into a loving kiss, "that shouldn't upset you either." Sam chokes,

"Don't you find me..." he pauses to think about his next words, "I mean isn't it undesirable?" he sounds so small, it just about breaks your heart.

"Sam," you breathe before kissing him again, and again, and again, hoping he'll be able to sense the love and deep devotion you feel for him with each one.

When you pull back he's looking at you with his big brown eyes, all hopeful and sweet. Your love for him blooms and aches in your chest. "My darling, my sweet Sam," you coo, "beloved, why would you ever think that?" You don't give him time to answer, instead taking his calloused hands in yours, "You're the most handsome, beautiful, and wonderful hobbit I've ever seen in my life," you declare. Sam's cheeks flush a bright red at that. He looks bashful, "so cute," you praise, kissing his blushing cheeks, "so perfect," you kiss his forehead, "my love. My dear. All mine."

"Stop, stop," he laughs, squeezing your hands tightly, "you're embarrassin' me," he whines. You reach up and tug on his ear, and Sam gasps,

"I'll embarrass you more, if it means I get to see your cute blush," you murmur.

Sam says nothing to that, but his eyes are pleading. You kiss him, slipping your tongue into his mouth. Sam moans, his hands shakily reaching out to touch you. He grips the front of your sleep shirt tightly, panting and softly moaning into your mouth. He's always easy to get worked up, so pliant and needy once you get your hands on him. Sam presses himself against you, rubbing his hard length against your leg and whimpering.

"Poor baby," you muse softly, bringing a hand down to cup him through his under clothes. Sam shudders, jerking his hips against your touch. His hands go to return the favor, releasing your shirt in favor of pressing his fingertips against your clear arousal.

"No," you once again take his hands in yours, and Sam gapes at you, "there will be time for that later, my love," you hum, kissing his hands before letting go of them. "First, let me make you feel good."

"Please?" he begs softly, biting his bottom lip.

His voice is only fuel to the fire burning within you. You kiss him softly before gently pushing him onto his back, and sitting yourself comfortably between his spread legs.

Sam doesn't make eye contact, instead turning his head away from you and squeezing his eyes shut. That's fine, you think as you tug his underwear off, revealing his hardened length to you, he'll be unable to take his eyes off you soon enough.

Running your hands along his soft thighs, you lean down, kissing his neck gently. Sam whimpers softly as your kisses trail from his neck, down the valley between his soft pecs, and eventually finding your way to his stomach.

His breath hitches, his gaze flicking down to watch as you scatter kisses all along the expanse of his belly. When you look up at him, he squeezes his eyes closed, tangling his fingers into the sheets beneath him, his knuckles going white from the force in which he grips them with.

"So beautiful," you murmur praise between kisses, "so perfect."

Being careful not to tickle him, your hands move from his thighs to join your mouth that continues to worship his stomach. You squeeze and massage at his skin until he gasps,

"Alright, I see-" he presses his hands to the top of your head, pushing you towards his aching sex, "I see that you- ah- mean your words," he mumbles, "now, would you please get on with it?"

You laugh, placing one final kiss to his belly before redirecting your attention to his cock. Your hands hold onto his soft thighs as you lean down to lick along the length of him.

He's not too long, and fits perfectly into your mouth when you swallow him from tip to base in one go. Sam keens, squirming from the intensity of suddenly having your mouth around him.

Feeling generous and indulgent tonight, you let him move his hips, slowly, shakily, and softly fucking his cock into your mouth. Every so often he hits the back of your throat, causing you to choke and gag along his shaft.

"Sorry," he gasps softly, when you gurgle around him, drool leaking from your lips. You want to tell him that he doesn't need to apologize, that you want him to feel good, and want to let himself feel good without hesitation nor excuse. Instead of using your words, you moan and suck him harder.

"Ooh," he gasps, his hips jerking and his cock twitching in your mouth. "You're t'good to me," he whines, his words slurring as lust muddles his brain and tongue. His pace picks up as he chases his pleasure greedily. Again, you wish you could pull off to wax poetic about how deeply you adore him, and again you try to convey it by showing him how much you love making him feel good.

Sam arches his back, lifting his hips off the mattress, moaning your name all breathy and desperate. You take the chance to slip your hands under him, squeezing his ass. His breath stutters, and as you squeeze and roll his skin in your hands, he practically purrs.

"Oh please," he begs, looking as needy as he sounds. His hair sticks to his forehead with sweat, his full cheeks are rosy with blush, his lids lowered as his dark eyes stare at you from behind his lashes. Sam's chest heaves with panting breaths as he tries to keep his composure. He looks ethereal.

Wanting, rather, needing to see him climax, you press a finger against his entrance. Sam's eyes shoot open, his cock spurting copious amounts of pre. He's close. He tells you as much,

"It's too much—" he gasps as you manage to slip a finger inside him, "y'feel too guh-ohh," he cannot get the words out before his eyes roll back and he knocks his head against the pillows as he finishes in your mouth.   

You pull back, just enough to let him fuck his tip against your tongue as you swallow his cum. You swirl your tongue around his tip to work him through his climax. Sam's legs lock around your head, his thighs pressing against the side of your head. Your name falls from his lips with each exhale.

It's not until his grip on your head loosens, that you fully pull back, letting his soft cock fall against his thigh.

Sam whines, reaching out for you. Gladly, you nestle yourself in his strong arms, peppering kisses along any expanse of skin your lips can reach.

Sam basks in the attention, finally accepting all that he is deserving of, and more. Finally accepting all you have to give.

[boyczar]

Slay, you fools!

[gay4h0pepunk]

rwby, to me, is a part of hopepunk

[sh1-n0bu]

yall really thought i was done with monster reader? nuh uh. VAMPIRE READER WITH A SHY MONSTERFUCKER CHARACTER

a shy monsterfucker who didn’t knew they were a monsterfucker yet, who didn’t knew of the kinks they had yet to awaken in themselves, who only thought of themselves as vanilla meeting you for the first time and thinking that you feel not so human. don’t get them wrong, there was nothing about you that was out of place. you looked human but you just… didn’t really felt like it at times

maybe it was the way you sometimes yawned and your jaws opened just a little bit too wide. maybe it was the way you were able to see so damn well in the darkness, eyes sometimes nearly glowing until they shake their head and your eyes looked just fine. maybe it was the way they slowly noticed that you barely ate anything whenever you hung out together, merely ordering a black coffee with extra shots or asking for the black coffee to be made just a little bit thicker. maybe it was the way your smile stretched just a little bit too big to be normal, sharp fangs and canines glistening

either way, you didn’t feel normal. you didn’t feel entirely… human, to them. but they find themselves shrugging it off, still thinking of you as their friend and a close companion

it all gets thrown out when you go radio silent one day. no phone calls, no notifications, no messages or hell, letters. just silence. worried sick, they make their way over to your house, using the spare key you gifted them and stepping inside to a dark and messy home. blinds closed shut, home miserable and, were those claw tears in the back of the couch?

feeling their guts churning with the desire to run away, they call out your name under their breath, akin to a whisper. when receiving no response, they call out again, feeling like they want to run away as they think of their choices. only a one step deeper into your messy home and their vision was swimming, being slammed down onto the floor as something hisses above them before it trails off into a low laugh. dazed, they open their eyes to find… you. except, it wasn’t really you. glowing slitted eyes, wide smile and a sense of danger

“fresh prey, walking straight into my grasp. must be my lucky day…” even your voice sounded weird, as if two people were talking at the same time. one, your normal voice and the other more high pitched. like how some creatures’ voice becomes higher pitched to mimic others and lure prey into their grasp. like… a monster

they tried to flee, to talk sense into you, fear and desperation tugging at their heart as their words trail off into a terrified whimper when your jaws open just a little bit wider, slits appearing at the sides as a long forked tongue runs over knife like sharp fangs before closing again. this felt like a nightmare, something they never really thought of happening before. they could only look away, tears stinging in their eyes when your clawed, stretched fingers tear off a piece of their shirt’s neck area open, thinking that you will tear them apart like how you just did with their clothes just now

a shy monsterfucker who lets out a yelp when they feel a wet feeling on their neck, something long and wet slithering over the skin as if softening the flesh there. despite the fear churning their stomach, they couldn’t help but whine out as their body suddenly started to feel hot. so needy and pathetically hard and wet in their pants like a hormonal teenager as they stare at your long tongue. even as you laugh at the flushed look on their face and make some demeaning remark, all they could do was stare

and to their own horror, they let out a fucking moan when your sharp fangs bite down on the same place you just licked at, head thrown back onto the floor as a loud plea for more falls from their lips. pleas of biting their neck more, tear their flesh apart with your fangs, clench down those strong jaws, absolutely ruin them to your own pleasure. they didn’t get it, wasn’t it supposed to hurt? at least, from all the movies and books, but no, it felt good. even as their blood gets drawn out and your canines dig into their flesh, tearing the skin apart, all they could do was moan out loud like a desperate harlot. mind muddled and body twisting to weakly hump at your knee between their legs, even as your jaws let go of their neck and licked the wounds close, they could only whimper at the loss of the feeling

the next morning, they woke up in your bed, surrounded in comfort and soft beddings. was… last night a dream? were they imagining it all? a wet dream?

their confused brain stops whirring question and theory after one another as the door to the room opens, you stepping in with a cup of steaming hot tea in your hand and a plate of some fruits cut into small pieces in the other. looking just fine and normal, no fangs, no blood, no strange slits at the corner of your mouths, no long slithering tongue, just a normal [name], albeit a tiny bit worried. so it was all just a wet dream…

since that day and that strangely realistic dream that the shy monsterfucker thought they had, it became a bit hard for them to look you in the eye and hold a normal conversation. they were fucking embarrassed, hell ashamed even, by their own thoughts that conjured up such image of you in their own sleep. they always knew you gave off an eerie, not-so-very-human vibes but even then, imagining you as a goddamn vampire who saw them as your prey was... a little bit too much. they didn't even found vampires attractive, but if you were to somehow magically turn into one, maybe they wouldn't mind it much. of being your bloodbag, your sweet prey, your willing sacrificial lamb that you toy and flaunt like a trophy pet

shy monsterfucker who gets too sexually frustrated easily ever since that one specific dream, always staring into your mouth whenever you're looking away and talking or laughing, hoping to see a glimpse of an unusually sharp fangs. who think they do indeed see something and immediately lets out a quiet whimper, thighs squishing and rubbing together as that one dream plays out in their mind again. who excuses themselves from the hang out earlier so they can go home under the guise of a "not feeling very good today", when in reality they would be touching themselves again that night, humping their pillows with pathetic broken moans of your name. sometimes, when feeling bolder, they would say the same pleads they did in their dream, asking you to bite them as they throw their heads back, neck free and pristine. if they shut their eyes tight and imagined hard enough, they could remember the phantom feeling of your slithered tongue running over their skin. humping at their pillow harder with a broken sob of your name as their body shakes, soiling their pillow case with their own cum again for the nth time in the last 2 days, changing it once more

they didn't get it, they usually had just a normal amount of sex drive, who barely got horny unless they were intoxicated or something. this newfound sexual frustration was weird to them. new and scary with the ways it left their body all hot and bothered just by looking at you. staring, waiting and gulping down saliva to wet their throat as their mind goes to the gutter. imagining your clawed hands trailing over their bare skin, maybe leave a few small cuts if you feel like it, hold over their hips a bit too tightly to leave a bruise, bite at their porcelain skin. would you make them your personal bloodbag if they acted good and begged hard enough?

shy monsterfucker who gets caught, mind too fuzzy with filthy thoughts as they moaned out your name into their pillows as you invite yourself inside their home with a bag of fresh fruits that you bought for them to get better, the spare key they gifted you in your hand. who didn’t knew they were caught, thinking of it as simply one of their imaginations again as they see you standing on the doorway to their room, leaning on the doorframe with a low hum

“i knew i used too much calming saliva on you” you say out loud, only getting a broken whimper of your name as their fingers curl inside their hole, tired and confused. vampires had a special aphrodisiac like mixture in their saliva that they used to calm their prey before feasting and to their bad luck, you have accidentally used an excessive amount when you drank from them few days ago

“[n-naameee]♡︎ ahck t-touch me! touch me, please♡︎…?” they cried out, hearts swirling in their pupils, face flushed to the tips of their ears as they whined out deliriously with an open mouth. a sweet prey, right in your grasp. since you were the one to cause it, it would only be right to fix your mistakes right? cooing out words of faux comfort, you step over their sweat clung body, taking in the way they looked so out of it. all wet and hard, too dazed to even say your name properly

shy monsterfucker who immediately lets out a squeal when your fingers push into their hole, while their own fingers were inside too! please be gentle, at least let them get their own fingers out first? who only could let out a broken sob when they could feel how deep your fingers curled inside them, feeling the way your fingers stretched and fucked their pathetic hole open easily. they were nothing but just a weak sex toy for you, a meager little bunny whose legs twitched and shook every time the pads of your fingers jabbed at that bundle of nerves inside them, squeaking like the precious little thing they were

“baahn—! aangh ah haang buh-bite..?” they asked, teary eyes staring up at you with so much love and lust as their wet lashes flutter against their red cheeks. “b-bite me♡︎..? aamh haah i... i’ve been such a go-ooddd♡︎♡︎ good bloodbag for yoouu♥︎!!” they blabber on, arm wrapping around your shoulder as they try to pull you down to their neck. the bite mark of a few days earlier already gone and healed thanks to your healing saliva. you could just hear the thrumming of fresh red liquid from under their skin, heart beat loud and erratic like a war-drum, begging you to tear them apart

shy monsterfucker who lets out the loudest moan, breaking down into pathetic blabbers of gratitude and pleads for more as you gave in to the instincts to feed. back arching up from the bed so prettily, soft chest against your own, a rapid beating heart under their own skin that you could feel against your cold, still one. shy monsterfucker who lets out a filthy squeal, tightening around your fingers as they cum on your hand, soiling it as the tears that built up in their heart pupil eyes finally fall down

shy monsterfucker who begs for a kiss, asking for your lips to be against their own. who lets out a cute muffled sob when you do just as they asked, tasting the metallic taste of their own blood on your lips before something long slithers down their throat. long and wet with a thicker textured saliva coating it, being pushed into their mouth, forcing their jaws open as they choke of their own moan as you continue to torture that tender spot inside their tight hole. gagging as your tongue slithers down their throat, feeling the way their adam’s apple feels a little bit wider due to how deep you showed your tongue inside their mouth

shy monsterfucker who could only cum dry, into your hands, tired and body aching due to their constant actions to try and relieve their sexual frustration. mouth left open, swollen lips wet with your mixed salivas that connect your faces just a little bit longer as your forked tongue comes slithering back out. eyes all hazy, nearly shut close with how low lidded they were. you would have mistaken them for unconscious if it weren’t for the weak whimper of a “mmghh—! s-shoo goowd♥︎ t-tongue... wan’ your tongue inside meegh♡︎♡︎” as they weakly wiggled their hips

shy monsterfucker who watches as you seemingly easily manhandle their body so you could do as they nicely asked, their strong body meaning nothing to you. who watches with their hands on the pillows by their head, neck painted a saccharine red that you loved, lust heavy eyes staring at you as a few tears fall from them. who lets out a broken sob as they see the way your jaws open a bit too wide, slits appearing at the edges of your lips to make it easier for your long tongue to come out. like a snake, it licks at their inner thighs, bloodied fangs leaving cuts on the tender flesh there as their legs violently trembled in your grasp

shy monsterfucker who chokes on their moans, head getting thrown back as your tongue pushes past their tight walls, eagerly humping your face as much as their shaking body could allow, feeling the way your tongue reached deep inside them — more than any meager sex toys or dildos ever could, twisting their insides. wailing out “guhhckk♥︎♥︎! s-sho deEEHNGK♡︎ y-your tongue— f-fuckinnh aanh nyah♥︎!! fuckinng my guts! aah ngaah—♥︎!” as they felt the way your tongue moved back and forth inside their hole, claws digging into their legs and thighs to keep them in place, forcing them to keep their legs open. who blabbers drunkenly about their mind melting, mushing up their words as they slur your name before fucking squirting. shrill noise between a moan and a squeal falling from their swollen lips before losing consciousness

shy monsterfucker who will most definitely ask you to bite them again the next time they wake up

⇨ dan heng, yingxing, argenti, moze, bronya, firefly, gepard, robin, caelus, yukong, legolas, lindir, meludir, baizhu, charlotte, diluc, furina, ganyu, kaveh, nilou, kokomi, xiao, calcharo, jiyan, xiangli yao, rover, zhezi, shorekeeper, aerith, zack, angeal, tifa, vincent, sephiroth + anyone you think will fit, really

[itsawritblr]

OK, this new version of LOTR with Frodo as a jaded coder from Palo Alto just isn't working for me.

[glykerniaz]

A thousand nights have passed Change doesn't happen overnight

# BLACK SEA ;     Some scholars understand the name to be derived from a system of colour symbolism representing the cardinal directions, with black or dark for north, red for south, white for west, and green or light blue for east. Hence, "Black Sea" meant "Northern Sea".

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﹟⠀my fandoms ; Silmarillion , LOTR , The Hobbit , MCU , Supernatural, DBH and etc.

⸝⠀my likes ; ❝ TOP!READER ❞ & writing one-shot short stories, whether they contain sexual / romantic / fluffy / dramatic content.

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dividers ➵ @chachachannah @anitalenia

[subtlysubby]

[tinyreviews]

Whew.

What they interpret: This is an example of "everyone is the hero of their own story.

What I interpret: This is a great example of subtext.

Stories are so fun when everyone sees things differently, from different POVs, injecting different opinions into the same scene.

I don’t think any movie will make me feel the same ethereal sense of otherworldly sorrow and disembodied awe as that scene in Lord of the Rings where the loyal son is sent off into a doomed battle to please his vindictive father while Pippin sings a mourning song of his people

I was like 12 and high off this shit