#sub the hobbit

[sh1-n0bu]

i have noticed a small pattern of elves being on my latest fictional character obsessions and HEAR ME OUT!!

elf who has lived for hundreds upon thousands of years, who had experienced many of the things the world has to offer. sadness of bidding hundreds of farewells to the beauty of life and alliance of different races

elf who even after all his years of living still yet to find a love for himself. regal and seemingly detached to the concepts of relationships elves may be, even they get lonely. some nights feeling a little bit too long, a little bit too cold as they add another layer of blanket over themselves or reaching over to hug one of his puffy pillows like how he would hug his future lover. the coldness of being immortal seeping into his bones and making him shiver despite elves being above the concept of getting sick or feeling the cold temperatures

elf who runs into you by some chance meeting. maybe you were walking in the territory of elves without knowing it, maybe he purposely goes to human residences and towns, seeking adventure, excitement and change of pace. who immediately is enamored by you just by your smile that you flash his way, a kind one, a gentle one, to a nearby passenger. who falls in love with the callouses of your hand, the freckles, the small scars, the little bits of imperfection that marked you as clearly human, very much mortal, very much brittle but still with your own strength that he hasn’t felt before

elf bf who starts to court you the moment he realizes that you weren’t seeing anyone, bringing small gifts, exchanging knowledge, singing you soft ancient lullabies that no other mortal has ever heard before. maybe he finds himself writing a poem about you one day, describing your looks, your feelings, your everyday actions that you may see as mundane but ones he sees as just as courageous and beautiful in their own ways

elf bf who has never seen human flesh or bare skin before, finding the rippling biceps and toned legs of yours to be… curious. a tentative finger touching the muscles here and there, stopping you mid work as he inquires about them in a soft tone. elves of course were magical beings, blessed with magic and eternity and had no need to develop visible physical muscles till the point they become buff or beefy to some extent all due to their magic and ancient powers. the tips of his pointy ear twitching softly, eyes wide in wonder as you explain that contrary to his kin, your own develop muscles if they are put to work in physically demanding job for enough time

elf bf who over time, finds himself obsessively scribbling down any sort of new information about human anatomy on a journal, always asking you new things as he finds himself able to learn more despite having been alive for hundreds upon thousands of years. tracing the old faded scars on your body with the tip of his finger, counting the freckles, kissing the stretch marks as they were all you. regardless of how you see it, to him it was all you, together and healthy. you were alive even if you may have battle scars and he always makes sure to thank the stars as it was thanks to the tribulations you have conquered that you two were here now. staring eye to eye, touching your foreheads together as you whisper about mundane things

elf bf who one day sees you cut down a tree, cut a log off or prepare firewood and finds that he was imagining the bulge of your muscles against himself. big arms caging him in a bear hug, legs to support him and strong back that he could sink his nails into as he moans under you��� hold. since when has his thoughts of you turned… impure? since when has he become turned on? sitting there on one of the logs with a painful strain against his pants as he swallowed the saliva that gathered in his jaw down, tearing his gaze away. no no, he really shouldn’t think of you as such, you were still in courting phase after all and elves were a race that took their romances and courting extremely important

yet regardless of his kin’s customs and traditions, your pretty elf bf couldn’t help but continue to stare. his gaze constantly seeking your figure out, seeing you just go through the motions of every life peacefully while he gets pathetically turned on by your actions as if he was still but a fledgling who learned of a kiss. chopping down trees for firewood, maybe you would work in front of a fire or heat for too long and get sweaty, removing one of the overtunics. maybe you’re just simply dragging a bucket full of water from the well, cranking the pulley as the muscles on your arms and back strained

elf bf who finds himself extremely aroused as his mind wanders to the gutters as he just shamelessly stares at your working form. oh, to feel those calloused hands touch his colder skin, palms smoothening over his creamy skin, and down his chest, his stomach and over his bulge. maybe you would tease the poor thing, tease him of how quick he is to get aroused, the pre of his half-hard cock weeping through his underwear and pants like he was some sore pathetic loser. a little virgin. bully him about being unable to use his cock, make him whine at your mean words as his hips weakly buckle under your exploratory hands

elf bf who couldn’t help but imagine the usual sweetness of your attitude gone, replaced by one that was just a tad bit meaner as you pushes his face down into the pillows of your bed, force his hands to stretch open his puckering hole for you to fuck senselessly. imagining you whispering all sorts of filth into his twitching ears, promising to breed him full, to use him to your heart’s content all night long as he whines and squeals like a little lamb caught in the nest of a hungry wolf. who couldn’t swallow down the quiet whimper coming from his throat as he imagined your hand grasping at his long locks, fisting it tightly as you yank him back, forcing him to arch his back and push the tip of your cock to bruise his guts even more

elf bf who waves off your worry when you had managed to hear the embarrassing noise that slipped past his lips, saying that he was having a bit of a sore throat. gods, he would love to actually whimper from having a sore throat of getting his mouth plowed all day by your fat cock head forcing his jaws wiiideee open

elf bf who couldn’t help but get a little needy in his kisses since then. hands that touched your muscles with curiosity now running over your skin as if trying to feebly seduce you. dropping things to the ground a bit too many times, following you close behind even as you told him that some of the work you needed to do required space and for him to be away for his own safety. who straddles your lap all snug, pushing his chest flush against your own as your simply daily evening kisses after dinner becomes a bit too heated. he definitely had little to no experience with the way his tongue kept licking at your lips meagerly, long fingers curling over your shoulders tightly while his bucking hips on your lap as he starts to get hard again

elf bf who has finally had enough of just his meager imaginations, tugging on the strings of your white tunic with shaky hands as he rambles about touching you, you touching him, feeling him, using him — anything dammit! use those hands of yours on him!

elf bf who soon realizes that he had perhaps bitten off more than he could chew when your hands grip at his hips, dragging his clothed cock against your thigh that had him whining like a cat in heat. meagerly, he tries to replicate what you just made him do, dragging his hips back and forth on your thigh but he all but just looks like an inexperienced bunny. which he probably was judging by the things he spoke to you about himself

elf bf who finds so much pleasure in simply grinding against your thigh for now, the precum of his now hard cock weeping through his pants, staining it into a darker color. all cute and red in the face that spread to his pointy ears, cute high pitched whines falling from his chewed up pink lips. a cute, surprised “a-aahn♡︎??” echoing in the room as you pull his eager body against your own. your chest to his back, hands loosely draped over the hip bone of his

elf bf who lets out the most embarrassing high pitched squeals when your hands travel up his body under his clothes, traveling more and more until teasing at his nipples. rolling your fingertips against the soft areola, squeezing and fondling his pecks as if they were breasts. who jolts in place when you pinch at the hardened buds, tugging at them to test the waters as he arches his back off of your chest, a filthy mewl falling as if he was being fucked stupid already

elf bf who blubbers out uncharacteristic words of “s-shensiitiivgh♡︎ n-no, don’t pinch the-eeengk♡︎♡︎!“ his pleads of your rough hands not torturing his sensitive nipples being replaced with an open mouthed wail when you place a kiss to the pointy tip of his ear. his ears were so sensitive! you knew that and now you were just being downright mean to him as you whisper filth into his ears of acting like a cooped up virgin for merely getting his chest played with. he wasn’t! he was way older than you! slurring out “how c-could you be sooh m-meanngk…♡︎?” as you lick a slow stripe up the pointy helix

elf bf who bucks his hips on your thigh, trying to bounce, trying to move away but ending up whining as his clothed cock grazes against your hardened muscles again. his cute nipples being tortured and groped by your hands, the delicate helix of his ears being assaulted by your wet kisses and licks. any time your hot breath spoke into his ears of how he was such a precious little thing, just like a bunny in heat, he would try to wiggle away. shaking his head with a weak sniffle, his mind churning into a mush as all he could do was to pathetically fuck his cock into your thigh, letting out a soft mewl everytime you buck your leg up to meet his shy excuse of thrusts, jumping in place

elf bf whose minds and body starts to feel weird. the room feeling stifling and your touch making his own skin heat up too much. who tries to tell you that he was feeling ‘odd’ and concerned, yet only to harshly thrust his hips back into your own arousal. eyes widening, a shudder running down his spine at the feeling. still clothed and hidden like his own but good grief, it just felt… so huge since he was sure your human dick couldn’t possibly be much bigger than his own. but no, it got him gulping down the saliva in his mouth

elf bf who bounces himself experimentally onto your own hardened, covered dick, feeling his balls brush against where he guesses is the tip of your strap. his earlier cute whines growing in volume as your torture of his sensitive spots grow worse, groping, squeezing, calling him too eager to get fucked, making him dumb and airheaded. the constant tugs to his chest, the words you spat into his mind so lovingly and the small actions of your hips thrusting up to meet his own weaker excuse of grinding

elf bf who’s voice grow more and more breathier, who finally loses it as he throws himself back against your chest, his head on your shoulder as he let out a wail of “h-hoowt!! t-too ahgg♡︎ haah anhg t-too hoounwt...♥︎!” as he cums into his pants, dirtying the material as a single glob or two of his sweet transparent arousal oozes out through the linen. the dark patch growing into a considerable size, his body racked with twitches and jolts as he cums untouched on your lap. precious little thing getting drunk on the feeling of sex and physical pleasure so much till the point he disregards all of his traditions, bending himself over onto the bed, his hand reaching back to tug you forward by the belt with a desperate whine and a cute blown wide pupils and twitching ears♡︎

⇨ meludir, lindir, legolas, maglor, mairon + whoever you like

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Kinktober Day 24: Sex Toys- Lindir

Summary: Lindir gets a nice reward after wearing some toys all night

Word count: 1, 926

The impact of the seat to Lindirs behind pushed the toy further inside him in a delicious way that forced him to stifle a moan. Noticing his slight change in demeanour, you can’t help but smirk as you look at him over your wine glass. Lindir was very capable of hiding his pleasurable reaction, but you knew by the time you both went back to your shared room that he would be a pleading and quaking mess.

Sitting across from him at this dinner meant you could tease him even more. Subtly you slid your shoe off, your foot making contact with Lindirs lap, gently pushing and stroking at his caged member. He could have easily grabbed your foot and push it away, but Lindir is a good boy and knew better than to push you away, especially when this is exactly what he wants. He wants you to control him, make him feel small and pliable, he would do anything you asked of him.

The dinner went along smoothly, both yourself and Lindir holding conversations well. Lindirs reactions were so subtle that the only reason you noticed them was because you were looking for them. He was behaving so well and you knew at the end of the night you would both tease and praise him for it.

As the other guests began to stand to move to the ballroom, you subtly put your shoe back on and held your hand out for Lindir. The act of Lindir taking your hand for you to stand made other elleth swoon, but it made the heat in your core ignite and it made Lindir strain more against the cage that his cock currently resided in. He lived to serve you and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Walking behind the group of other elves you couldn’t help but gently press your hand against Lindirs behind, causing a yelp covered by a cough to escape him. Elrond turns at the noise but is quickly reassured by a wave from Lindir, you on the other hand trying to stifle a giggle.

“You’ve been very well behaved, my love. If you keep it up I’ll give you a reward later. Does that sound nice?” You ask your love, your hand gently brushing his chest as it ever so slightly brushes over his nipple.

The clamps on his nipples have been making them extra sensitive the whole evening, so to feel even a light touch from you sends a jolt of pleasure right to his caged cock.

“Yes, mistress.” He lightly whispers in your ear, disguising his secrecy with a sweet kiss to your cheek, afraid the other dancers and those also standing to the side would notice.

“Good boy. Shall we dance, my love.”

“Of course, melleth nin.” He sweetly smiles at you, nothing but love and admiration in both of your eyes as you take his hand.

Gliding across the dance floor appeared magical to onlookers, but you spent the whole time paying close attention to Lindir and his reactions. Making sure to press your chest against his and make your fingers lightly dance across his to front, successfully inciting beautiful reactions from him. Lindir had a lot of control and still looks as graceful as ever, despite the torture you were putting him through.

As the dance ended you passed by Lord Elrond to bid him a good night, as you quickly rushed to your shared room. You knew Lindir was holding on by a thread and your throbbing pussy could only take so much more.

Neither you nor Lindir could get to your shared room faster, desire running through both of you. As the door closed you had him pinned to solid wood, trapped between the door and your body in a passionate and hungry kiss.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me tonight. I think you deserve a reward. Would my sweet boy like that? Would you like mistresses pussy? Do you want to cum deep inside me?” You taunt Lindir, palming him over his trousers, his head thrown back as he breathes and moans loudly.

“Please, mistress! I need you to care for me! Only you can make me feel so good.” He desperately pleads with you, tears brimming in his eyes as his forehead rests against yours.

Smiling up at him you lightly stroke his face. He really had been such a good boy and you almost feel bad for teasing him, almost.

“Keep being my good boy and strip down for me, then lay on your back in the middle of the bed.” You gently command him, a sweet kiss landing on his nose as you let him go.

Lindir moves quicker then he ever has before, all his usual gracefulness leaving him as he rushes to strip down. Clothes are thrown all across the room as he quickly crawls onto the bed, laying on his back and breathing heavily. Lindirs desperate eyes look over your form as you begin to strip from your elegant dress. You don’t utter a single word as you strip naked before him, and climb between his legs on your large soft bed.

“You look so pretty with these toys, little one,” you tease him as your pointed finger rubs gently over all three toys, causing him to whimper and moan “feel like I should leave them for you to wear all night.” You taunt him as you push his plug in further.

His sweet eyes begin to widen and plead at your cruelty. You make sure to stay quiet as you smirk down at your quaking elf, as if you actually consider such torture.

“But I wouldn’t do that to my darling who has been so good.” You smirk down at him as relief washes over him.

Teasingly your body bends over his as you lightly kiss his sweet lips, your hand reaches down at the same time as you release one of the clamps from his nipples. Lindir makes a mixed sigh and moan as his hips lightly grind into you. Chuckling lightly you stare in his eyes as you release his other nipple.

“Mmmhh. How does that feel, baby?” You tease him as you begin to lightly play with his now very sensitive nipples.

“Feeeellls wonderfuulll. Thank you mistressss.” He managed to moan out as you continue your light torment.

“Now your pretty cock next.” You smirk devilishly at him as you sit back on your knees and lightly graze your fingers over his caged cock.

Lindir can’t help but whimper and moan as he lightly humps up into your gentle touch. His eyes never leave you as you free his desperate member from its confinement.

“Poor thing, all that teasing all night and you haven’t been able to get hard. Good thing I suppose, you’re such a desperate little whore, you probably would have been cumming in your pants all night if I didn’t put this on you.” You tease him as you begin to stroke his semi hard cock.

“Ye-yeeesss! I’m a whore!” He calls out desperately as you begin to work his cock faster.

“Such a little whore that you’re already going to cum.” You laugh as you take your hand away from his now very erect and bouncing cock. A quiet and desperate moan runs through Lindir as he tries to continue to be a good boy for you.

Your fingers lightly trace down to the pretty pink toy that rests between his cheeks.

“Last but not least.” You smirk as your teeth lightly bite your lower lip.

Your eyes don’t leave his ass as you gently play with the toy. From just out of the corner of your eye you can see Lindir fisting the bedsheets, his light whimpers making you smirk as you begin to lightly pull the toy free.

His head is thrown back against the plush pillows below him with a desperate and loud moan, as you take the toy out of his tight hole. His hole continues to flex as his quaking body begins to relax.

“You ready for mistresses pussy now?” You gently ask as you straddle his hips, his rock hard cock jumping at how close it is to your pussy.

“Yes please, mistress.” He asks so sweetly and politely.

“What a good boy you are, Lindir.” You gently smile down at your sweet elf as you run the head of his desperate cock between your wet pussy.

Placing his head at your entrance, you begin to gently sink down onto him. A desperate and high pitched moan leaves the quaking elf below you as he fills you up with his entire cock, your pelvises meeting together.

“Such a good boy for me, Lindir. You take your punishment and receive your reward so well.” You praise him with a heavy breath as your hands land on his chest and you begin to ride him.

Rocking and thrusting your hips as you ride him, you can’t believe the vision of the sweet elf below you. His eyes closed in pleasure as his hair is tussled from side to side with his head moving around. Incoherent words of both sindarin and the common tongue leave his sweet lips as he is lost to complete pleasure.

Reaching down you take both of his hands that are tightly gripping the sheets below him. Taking one you put it on your hip, which he responds to by gripping onto it, like it’s a lifeline for him. Holding his other hand sweetly, you place it on your breast, the feeling of the soft warm skin under his touch causes his eyes to snap open.

He looks up at you as if you were a beautiful vision sent by the Valar themselves. His grip on your hip and breast intensify as you ride him faster, your eyes locked in a look of love and passion.

“Are you gonna cum, sweet boy?” You ask him, lightly panting.

“Yes.” He simply answers breathlessly.

“You rub mistresses clit and make her cum then you can cum. Don’t have to ask but you do have to be a good grateful boy for me.” You order him as you continue to rock against him.

The heat within your core intensifies as you feel his skilled fingers begin to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your moans become louder as your nails begin to dig into his shoulders. You feel your pleasure build as you thrust harder into his nimble fingers. The pressure in your core becomes too much as your head is thrown back with a loud screaming your moan.

Lindirs pleasure feels intensified as your nails dig into his skin harder and he feels your soft warm walls squeeze his hard member. As soon as he feels your orgasm squeeze at him, he can’t control it anymore.

“Oooohhh!!! Thank you, mistress! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” He calls out in a loud desperate moan he bucks into you and you gently grind on him, both of you riding out your orgasms together.

As both of your hips begin to slow, your nails leave his shoulders and instead gently card through his soft brown locks. The gentle feeling of your sweet caresses across his scalp cause him to hum as he rubs his head against your loving touch.

“Come on, my good boy, let’s get you a nice bath and a good sleep.” You gentle tell him as you begin to slowly leave his body, your gentle hands kindly reaching out for his.

[glykerniaz]

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[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; Milk (Sub!Kili x Dom!Reader)

Summary - Kili drains your tits.

Warnings - Smut (leans more spice imo), language, reader can lactate, lactophilia, breastfeeding kink, sub!Kili, dom!Reader, fem!Reader, sub/dom dynamics, mommy kink, reader is called Mommy, name calling (Kili is called a slut), mention of a cock cage, implied pet play, grinding/dry humping (Kili humps the reader's leg), mention of male genitalia (Kili), mention of breasts (reader), mentions of nipples (reader), brief humiliation kink (Kili), Kili whimpers, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Pronouns & POV - None, third-person

Word Count - 900+

A/N - Sub!Kili has made a comeback! I am still in the midst of a writer's block, hence why I did not post last week, and am a tad sick awaiting a period so I made this? I am working on a masterlist and realized I have not written for Kili much, so I wanted to have another little something to add on for his section. The reader does not have any defining traits other than tits and soft lips. I am also trying out a new header and divider so I hope you all like it! It took me a while to figure it out. Pure smut below.

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A pleased hum vibrated against your sensitive nipple as the suction continued, though the cheek that leaned firmly into the fullness of your milk-filled teet was not a babe. No, instead of a cute little babe, it was the second dwarven prince of Erebor, your beloved little pet.

The lids of his amber-colored eyes had fluttered shut the moment his lips encased the sensitivity of your nipple, the weight upon his shoulders seeming to ease away for a moment as the sweetness of your milk flooded his mouth. Not too salty, not too sweet: utter perfection.

A string of varied sounds vibrated against your breast—some moans, some whimpers, yet all sounded so utterly and adorably pathetic.

As the life-sustaining liquid continued to fill the dwarf's mouth, coating his tongue with your delicious flavor, his hips mindlessly bucked against your thigh. Gliding back and forth upon the length, sliding back to the edge of your knee before bucking back as he continuously swallowed your milk. You could feel how his cock twitched and throbbed with each mouthful he downed.

It was as if the dwarf was in a world of his own. Completely entranced by the taste of your milk, as if it had enveloped him entirely—similar to how his lips and tongue enveloped your tit.

His aching cock continued to throb and twitch as he greedily gulped down another mouthful, his calloused hand grasping at your free breast as he whimpered eagerly for more as the weight of which his lips surrounded began to lighten.

"Aww, you want more?" The question left your lips in a teasing coo, knowing the dwarven prince would do anything you said if it meant another sip of the liquid gold from your breast.

The weight of his head shifted, now bobbing into your draining breast as his amber-colored eyes fluttered open. The size of his pupils enlarged, making his gaze appear even more puppy-like as he whimpered with your tit still between his lips.

"Please." The word was muffled partially upon the fat of your tit; the lids of his eyes grew heavy as the suction of his lips eased. It was clear the dwarf thought you would cave to his pathetic plea. But he thought wrong. "And you believe you earned more of my milk by fucking my leg like a dog?" Your words came out harsher than intended, and for a brief moment, you wondered if you had been too cruel—until you felt his cock twitch against your thigh. The dirty little whore.

"I—" The words died upon his tongue, or rather your breast, as the dwarf attempted to find a way to excuse his lewd acts. "I am sorry." He trailed off, his lips detaching from your breast as the heat of his calloused hand left your other.

"You are sorry, what?" You questioned, your tone dripped with assertion as you leaned your chest towards him, taunting him with what he so desperately craved. "Say it right, cunt." The words left your soft lips in a commanding snarl, causing the weight of his cock to twitch against your thigh yet again.

"I am so sorry, mommy." Though the words left his lips in a humiliated quiver, the size of his pupils dilated further. What a pathetic little slut.

A mocking laugh rumbled within your chest. "Aww, look at that," As you began, your hand glid up from the dwarf's toned lower back to his auburn locks, tangling within the smooth strands in a firm grasp. "he can be a good boy." The purred praise was quickly masked by the dwarf's surprised hiss in pain as you tugged at the soft strands, the stinging sensation making his aching cock harden further. The tip was now a purple-ish red tone, as it leaked with creamy white tears as his hips subtly jutted forward, desperately seeking relief.

"Ah, ah, ah." You tutted, snagging at the auburn strands further, forcing his head to the side—exposing the various marks you had left upon the crook of his neck the week prior. "You are going to be a good boy for mommy and drain her tits without fucking yourself like a hound in heat on my leg." You spoke sternly, yet the corners of your lips curved up in a grin, enjoying how pathetic the dwarven prince was under your control.

"But—" The prince began to speak, but you did not allow him to get another word out. "No buts or I'll put your cock back in its cage." A threat that sent a shiver down the dwarf's spine, knowing that you would act upon it as his cock is always kept within it when he is not of use to you.

"Now, drain my tits," You spoke as you leaned forwards, the nipple of your heavier tit grazing against his thin lips. "and perhaps I will consider draining your balls if you do a good job." "Yes, mommy!" The dwarf's eager words nearly masked the end of your sentence, his thin lips quick to part open to encase your nipple, yet he was smart enough to wait for your command.

"And?" The expectant question hung heavy within the chilled air, air which nipped at your nipples, hardening them further as they waited to be encased by the dwarf's hungry mouth. "Thank you, mommy." He spoke sheepishly, the corners of his lips curved upwards in a lopsided grin, the same stupid grin you had fallen for.

"Good." You nodded, the tension of your grasp eased from his hair as yet the weight of your hand remained on the back of his head. "Now hurry before I change my mind." A command that did not need repetition, as the dwarf's lips quickly encased your tit—draining it like the good little pet he is.

[greeneyed-thestral]

[bihansthot]

I wish I was good at mood boards, I would constantly be making girldad!Bi-Han ones. Or good husband Bi-Han mood boards, cause he might be a dick but I’m still convinced he’s a good husband/father. Have I mentioned Bi-Han wears tutus in addition to his tiara? He definitely does. He also has an entire hanfu collection just for tea party time, he’s never sure if his daughter wants him to be a princess like her or a prince/knight so he’s prepared either way. Usually Kuai Liang is the only one who doesn’t have to dress like a princess, he’s usually the royal sorcerer/magician, yes Bingbing has seen The Last Unicorn too many times just like her mother has and might be hung up on her uncle being Schmendrick the Magician.

Tea time is usually when lunch would be so usually Bi-Han doesn’t miss out on his Grandmaster duties, not that he would mind, his little girl comes first. It’s not an everyday occurrence, maybe once or twice a week, not that Bi-Han wouldn’t rearrange things to do it everyday if Bingbing asked but she’s knows her papa’s very busy so most of the time she plays with me and her brothers when they get home from school. Though her brothers are usually very busy with Lin Kuei training when they get home from school so Bingbing usually watches them and tries to mimic them, she’s almost old enough to start training herself.

I know I talk a lot about Bi-Han playing with Bingbing but that's not to say he didn't/doesn't play with his sons too. The boys love The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings so they'd often act out scenes with their Dad and Uncles. Kuai Liang had to be Smaug since they both breathe fire, Tomas is Bilbo, my twins are Fili and Kili and my youngest boy Shixue loves playing Gandalf leaving Bi-Han as Thorin. Nowadays though it's much more common for them all to play soccer together, all of my boys are on the school team. Bi-Han is not particularly great at soccer since he didn't have the luxury of playing it growing up, but he does his best and he's getting better with help from the boys.

TL:DR Bi-Han is a really good, hands on Father and I wanna make moodboards about it but I suck. lol

[itsawritblr]

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

[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

[mirrortouchedsea]

74, 44

Ask game

74. Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

This one but also I'm aware the reason it doesn't get a lot of love is because it's for maplestory and that fandom is uh. Pretty dead lmao. I had a lot of fun writing it and I just remember being super excited when I came up with the title. I think...the slumber party, when that discord server still existed, read it for me and helped me with it? It was a good time :3

44. What is your favorite genre to write?

Uuuuu uhm. Uh. Probably fantasy? But it really depends on what I'm inspired to write.

[sillylotrpolls]

I'm kind of surprised that "Hobbits are short men" won with 28.3% of the vote. I expected that option to do either very poorly, because I usually assume the "actually..." answers will do poorly, or else to do extremely well because it's the closest to canon. 28% is not either of those extremes. Huh.

I'm also quite surprised "New Zealand" took second with 20.6%. The "crack" answers usually don't do that well when multiple serious(-ish) choices are present. And it handily beat "Narnia," which garnered 7.2% and 6th place, even though there is an entire book devoted to how great the Narnia afterlife is.

Actually, you know what, this whole poll surprised me. I really don't know what I was expecting. And really, do I need to have expectations for every poll I put out there? Surely not. Will this keep me from trying to guess which options will "sweep" in the future? Also not.

I did really like the suggestion by @fromthemouthofkings, @notagiraffe, and a few others that hobbits are Yavanna's "children" and thus go to her halls/gardens, with a convenient path leading next-door to her husband Aule's halls and the dwarves. I've read quite a bit of post-death fanfic that focuses on the whole "woe, we are doomed to separate afterlives, how can we possibly overcome the capricious will of the gods?" thing (which is a super-canon type of plot, btw, see: Lúthien and Beren) and I'm frankly kind of over it.

I think my big takeaway here is that afterlife!fanfic could use a bit of a shakeup, and there are a lot of fun and intriguing ways to go about that. I hope I see some when next I'm browsing Ao3 to get my dopamine fix at 2 am.

After all, wouldn't it be fun to see Yavanna be all "So.... if Ilu and Manwe aren't going to bother to properly manage Middle-earth, and my hubby won't stop bragging about how great his dwarves are, what's to stop me from making my own species of little short guys?" So fun, right? Please do drop a link if someone's already written it. :D

(Context below poll)

Tolkien is very specific about what happens to some of his fantastical species after they die, but not all.

Naturally, he goes into the most detail about the elves, and elven post-death circumstances are a pretty big plot point in the Silmarillion.

Paraphrasing from Tolkein Gateway:

Death was unnatural for Elves; Ilúvatar [omnipotent god] intended for an Elf's spirit and body to remain united forever, but this design was disrupted by evils of Melkor [Sauron's boss]. Should an Elf die, its spirit would be summoned to the Halls of Mandos [god of dead]. Elves could refuse the summons, but this would suggest that they were tainted. Elves who went to the Halls were typically given the opportunity to be reincarnated after a while into a body identical to the one that died (unless the elf was very bad). An elven spirit could also choose to remain disembodied.

By the time of the Third Age (when Lord of the Rings takes place), elves could only reincarnate in Valinor (where Frodo sails off to at the end of RotK) and could not return to Middle-earth after doing so.

Dwarves also have a cool afterlife, as expanded on in the famous fanwork Sansûkh. Paraphrased from Tolkien Gateway:

The Dwarves held to a promise that Ilúvatar [omnipotent god] would hallow them and adopt them as his Children. After death Aulë [smithing god who made the dwarves] cared for them, gathering them to the Halls of Mandos with the other Children of Ilúvatar, though in halls set apart. After the Last Battle they will work alongside Aulë in the remaking of the world.

Men, on the other hand, were given the "Gift of Men." Again paraphrasing Tolkien Gateway:

After Men died, their spirits were gathered in the Halls of Mandos, and then departed for a destination unknown even to the gods. Whereas all other beings, including the gods themselves, were bound to the world and its fate, the Gift freed Men from this destiny, allowing them to shape their own lives as they wished.

Most Men, for some reason (the elves blamed Morgoth), did not see this as a very good gift.

So where does this leave hobbits? Tolkien's books don't say, though he did write a letter one time saying that hobbits are basically just short Men. However, it is also the case that he shoehorned in The Hobbit to fit with his Silmarillion world (thus giving us the Lord of the Rings trilogy), so if you want to disregard this bit of ephemera you are completely within your rights to do so.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

LOTR and Hobbit NSFW headcanons

(I’m in my lotr horny era and this list could probably be added to 😂)

Boromir:

- His favourite position is missionary with your ankles on his shoulders so he can see your body, especially your tits

- Sex during sparring sessions

- Isn’t very rough in the bedroom but when you fuck during sparring he loves to grab you, force your head down and grab your hips hard

- Can be a little subby

- Loves to be put in his place

- Doesn’t like being or giving spanking but isn’t opposed to getting a couple face slaps

- Likes being bossed around but not degraded

- Wants you to call him ‘captain’ in the bedroom

- “Who own your cock, captain? Who fucks you this good?”

- Is a big ol tiddy boy

- Hand over the shoulder and lightly touching your boob

- “Boromir not in public”

- Not super sexual but after a long day he falls to his knees in front of you for you to hold him

- Will say “oh fuck” as he slides into you

Eomer:

- Very typical but loves when you ride him, loves being able to see and grab all of you

- Lots of riding dirty talk

- “Ride my cock hard, darling. Come on and fuck me hard. Use those gorgeous fucking hips of yours”

- Will guide your hips as you ride him

- Seeing you ride an actual horse turns him on too

- Loooovveesss having his hair pulled

- Especially when hes between your legs or against a wall

- Bending you over his desk and taking you by flipping your dress up and fucking you hard

- When you get a bit drunk you grab his ass and biceps and he loves it

- Loves when you tell him how strong he is, like almost over the top flirting gets him for some reason

- “Oh Eomer, you have such big arms” you tell him all breathy and grabby

- Is so sweet and gentle with you

- But

- When he returns from a battle he will fuck you hard and make you scream

- Very possessive

- “Scream my name, baby, let everyone know who fucks you this good”

- Constantly grabbing you to sit on his lap, especially at parties

Legolas:

- Sensitive ear kiinnnkkk!

- He definitely whimpers during sex

- No matter who’s on top or if he’s being submissive or dominant he always says ‘thank you’ when his cock slides inside you

- Loves to run his fingertips over you so gently and sweet

- Could gently play with your pussy for hours

- Straddling him while he’s on his knees is easily one of his favourite positions

- Being able to hold you so close to him

- Loves listening to your heart beat after sex

- Holding you and pressing his head to your chest

- Loves after sex head scratches too

- When he is a sub he loves edging

- Begging little baby

- “Please, ma’am, please let me cum. Please I’ve been such a good boy”

- Is a good boy

- When he’s dominant he’s very gentle

- Doesn’t really fuck you fast but more hard and bruising thrusts

- Mutters things in Sindarin when he’s lost in pleasure

- Whispering dirty talk in Sindarin in your ear, whether you understand it or not

Aragorn:

- Isnt opposed to tying you up but prefers to bond you by manhandling you

- Says such sweet things to you while fucking you hard

- “Oh princess, you take my cock so good”

- Having to put his hand over your mouth while he finger fucks you

- Forced quiet sex

- “Be nice and quiet for me, sweetheart. Don’t want these people to hear you do you?”

- For some reason it turns him on when you smoke his pipe

- Doesn’t like to fuck when he’s been drinking but loves to watch how you dance when you’ve been drinking

- It usually ends with heavy makeout session and touching each other but he doesn’t like full on sex when one of you is drunk

- He loves to watch it from afar too, sit in the corner and watch how your body moves

- Even when you dance with Merry and Pippin on top of tables he thinks it’s so hot

- Will just start saying full sentences and dirty talk in Sindarin while he takes you from behind

- He gets so lost that he can’t help himself

Haldir:

- Outdoor sex

- Pulling your hair while he takes you from behind up against a tree

- The good old sensual archery lessons while he whispers in your ear

- Loves teasing you, especially by standing behind you and whispering in your ear

- “Yes marchwarden!” “Thank you, sir!”

- Slight degradation kink but nothing that actually hurts you

- “Oh look at how you blush just from my words, darling”

- Height kink

- Corners you and standing close and above you just to look you down and make you blush

- Fucks you stupid

- Like your head lulls and your eyes go all misty

- Chasing you down in the forest and fucking you when he catches you

- One of the few lotr fellas I can see being into violent fucking

- He’s rough with how he fucks but he’s just as if not more gentle and caring with aftercare

- Degradation to raise real quick

- “Take my cock just like the whore you are” “Oh my darling, you did such a good job, Meleth. Such a good girl for me”

Thorin:

- This man has the biggest breeding kink

- “Give me an heir, my queen. Let me fill your womb”

- Staring you right in the eyes while he finger fuck you

- Obviously throne sex

- Almost cums in his pants when he sees you in your crown for the first time

- Isn’t usually submissive but you can make him do anything when you wear that crown

- Holds you down by your hips while I fucks you from behind

- Will whisper Khuzdul into your ear while he fucks you

- Fucks you rough but doesn’t want to actually ever hurt or scare you

- The second you’re uncomfortable he will stop and hold you, he’ll even sing to you

- Loves to know he can take care of you

- Such sweet dirty talk

- You’re either his queen or his good girl, no in between

Thranduil:

- Is dominant 99% of the time

- Doesn’t always like when you’re on top but when you are he likes to force your hips to move while he fucks into you

- Wants you to say ‘thank you’ when you cum

- Does want to fuck you hard and rough but will wait and double, triple check before even trying

- Face fucking you stupid

- Is so gentle and soothing with aftercare

- Treats you like a sweet princess during aftercare

- Cockwarming while he does work

- Size kink, loves how much taller he is and how his cock barely fits in you

- “Look how your tiny pussy takes my big cock” “oh, darling, I don’t think it will fit”

- If you’re a human he also has a massive age kink

- “You’re such a sweet little girl for me”

- Staring down at you with your face covered in cum

- Not opposed to some good old pet play

- Is both cruel and loving

- Degrades his dirty little slut pet while he uses them just for his pleasure

- Loves having you sit in his lap and have you curl up to him and hold his sweet little darling

- Holds you and kisses you while you ride his thigh

- Strokes your hair while you hump his boot and look up to him with big desperate eyes

Kili:

- Biggest turn on for him is seeing you dance and jump around

- The way your face flushes and your tits bounce makes him crazy

- Loves being both babied and degraded

- If he could live between your tits he would

- Sitting in your lap, panting and whimpering as he thrusts his hips into your hand

- Mutual masturbation

- Doesn’t like to be hurt too badly but does love spanking and overstimulation

- Shows off whenever you watch him train

- Even if he’s shorter than you he still loves showing his strength by carrying you

- Carry’s you to the bath after sex and takes his time washing your body and your hair

- Just wants to be your good boy

- No thoughts, just be good boy and love boobs

- Does not have mommy issues but does have mommy style kinks

- Loves sucking on your nipples

- (honestly that gif does things to me 🥵🥵)

Fili:

- Knife kink!

- He’d never use his knife on you in a dangerous way but does love to cut your clothes off you

- His beard braids feel amazing and ticklish between your legs

- Hand on your thigh always, during sexual times or not

- Polar opposite things will turn him on

- While you’re fighting he gets hard and wants you to grab his hair and use his cock

- When he sees you taking care of babies his breeding kink comes out hard

- “I’m going to fuck a baby into your womb. We’re not leaving until you’re full of my cum”

- Loves to fuck you in the woods especially when it’s risky

- While on the journey to reclaim his home he liked to take you into the woods and fuck you

- He loved that you had to be so quiet but still he could hear your little whimpers

- He is a prince and next in line to the throne so he has to keep PDA to a minimum

- That doesn’t stop him from grabbing at your thigh under the table and whispering dirty things in your ear in the middle of a party

- Playfully slaps your ass while you’re changing

- Skinny dipping 👌🏻👌🏻

- He has no problem keeping you warm 😏😏

Bard:

- Loves to cum all over your face

- Lots of pet names during

- “Oh darling you feel amazing” “cum for me sweetheart”

- Forced quiet sex

- Packing your wet underwear in his bag while he’s away, he does smell it while he touches himself

- Such a dirty man but great at hiding it

- Loves the noises you make when his beard scratches your neck

- Bit of a caretaking kink

- Gets really horny when you massage him, cook for him, bandage him up, wash him in the bath

- Takes you fishing so he can finger you on his boat

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: The Magic of Storytelling

A Guide to Writing your own YA Fantasy Novel by: Joanna Thomason

Elements of a Story: Setting, Character, Plot

Setting: World-building

3 Basic Kinds of Fantasy World

Begin and end in a fantasy world. Examples: The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan; The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien; Eragon by Christopher Paolini

Start in the real world and move into a fantasy world. Examples: A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle; The Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis; Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

Set in the real world but elements of a fantasy world exist within them. Examples: The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan; Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer

Character: Character-building

A character is drawn through the plot by his or her own ambitions, needs, and convictions.

A realistic character has goals and investments as well as character flaws which complicate the attainment of those goals.

Throughout your novel, you must use these elements to give your character incentive to keep going, and a satisfying ending is when the character’s flaws are resolved or improved upon and his or her goal is met.

Your character design should include:

Goals

Strengths - ways your character will naturally succeed

Flaws - ways your character must improve itself or seek aid

Relationships with others

Incentives/motivation

It is also important to consider whether your character will have any supernatural abilities or traits.

Also consider how these will interact with the world you have created for him or her.

How many characters should a story have?

Some novels have dozens of characters, while others stick to just a few.

It's up to you how many you want to keep track of, as it can get confusing if you have too many, but if you can pull it off it can make the story really interesting.

Some common character types to include:

The protagonist/hero (or antihero)

The antagonist/villain

The love interest

The mentor or advisor

The best friend/sidekick

Note: These character types are included in this model, but there are plenty of other characters to consider as well.

Plot: Plot Building

There are various novel structures.

Below is a framework by Lee Roddy.

It sets up the basic outline of a story as well as sub-points which need to be met for the novel to progress.

1. Beginning - sets up the character and introduces the objective:

Situation

Motive

Conflict

Elements

Story Question

Decision

2. Middle - details the character's struggles to reach their objective:

Obstacles + Adversary

Perseverance

Crisis

3. Ending - brings resolution to the plot as a whole:

Crisis, choice

Climax - one final effort

Conclusion: victory

Understanding Plot Structure

This is referred to as the Story Arc or Dramatic Structure

This model of novel structure shows necessary elements of plot development from beginning to end.

It clarifies the purpose of each section of a story and is a basic formula for generating interest in a character’s progress and moving the plot towards its conclusion.

The 6 Classic Story Arcs

Sources: 1 2 ⚜ Writing Notes & References

[alienssstufff]

sub-eggxile doodles from the birthday stream (it's very pretty down there,,,)

other than the build trying to imitate Charlie's building style, i like to think new!Juanaflippa's house is designed like a hobbit hole based on its look and placement tucked under all the rubble. It's not run-down just covered in overgrowth :]

[miss-bushido]

make the world safe and sound for you

written for @softsteddieseptember week 3, prompt ‘anniversary’

Rating: G

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

Steve pressed his face to the pillow and groaned. “No, my head hurts. Come back later.”

“Aw, I’m sorry,” Eddie murmured, pressing a light kiss to Steve’s temple, smoothing back some flyaway strands. “How late were you up?”

Steve groaned, tapping his fingers on the bed as he counted in his head. “Last time I saw the clock it said 4:30 AM.” He had been pulling all-nighters while working to get his Master’s degree. He was only a few months away from being finished with the program, and he just wanted to see the back of it.

Eddie winced. It was 7:30 AM. Normally, Steve would be up by 6 AM, ensuring he would see first thing the text messages or emails from his boss asking him to sub for one of the teachers at a local school. Eddie grabbed Steve’s phone and winced again. There were three missed calls from his boss, and a flurry of text messages.

“I’m making an executive decision,” Eddie announced, sitting on the bed behind Steve. “I’m telling your boss that you’re sick and that you won’t be able to sub anywhere today.”

Steve scrubbed his face with his hands. “No, I can-”

“Honey, I love you, but you’re talking out of your ass. You need to rest. You can’t expect to be effective with less than 3 hours of sleep.” Eddie put his fingertip to Steve’s plush lips to silence any further protests. “I’ll call her and let her know you’re sick, and that you should be more than fine come Monday morning. When was the last time you took a Friday off?”

Steve blinked, his eyes heavy and scratchy from lack of sleep. “Almost two years ago.”

“Exactly. So. Since you’re not going to work today, go back to sleep. I don’t want to see you downstairs before 9:30 AM, clear?”

In spite of how exhausted he was, Steve felt his stomach flutter at the tone Eddie used. “Yes, sir.”

Eddie smirked, unable to resist giving him a kiss. “Let’s save that for tonight, okay?”

“Daddy?” came a small, sleepy voice from the hallway. The bedroom door was pushed open to reveal their toddler daughter Rosie standing there, clutching her stuffed duck. “We’re thirsty,” she said, her voice low and rough in her throat. Her twin brother, Theo, was with her as he always was, clutching her purple sleep shirt with his left hand, his right thumb in his mouth.

Eddie’s heart swelled to look at them. He and Steve had thought long and hard about children after their marriage, and though they were fine with adoption, they wanted to try and have biological children of their own. Obviously, neither of them could get pregnant (not for lack of trying), so they spoke to the women in their lives; Nancy, Robin, Chrissy, Vickie, to see if any of them would be willing to either donate one of their eggs or become a surrogate, or both.

In the end, Chrissy said she would do both for them: donate her eggs, and be a surrogate. It was almost immediate that she became pregnant with the twins. When they were born, Eddie cried harder than he ever had in his life at seeing their chubby cheeks and bright eyes. He couldn’t believe it was three years ago that their little family was completed.

“You’re thirsty?” Eddie asked, holding his arms out for both of them to come in. Theo broke into a big toothy grin and ran over to jump on Eddie, his light brown hair bouncing . Both Steve and Eddie loved their children equally, and they knew the twins loved them the same as well. But Theo seemed to have an affinity for Eddie: following him around and looking very interested when he practiced his guitar. He even accompanied Eddie to some band rehearsals, but never to one of their shows. Maybe when he was older. He listened with rapt attention as Eddie read to them: The Hobbit, the Redwall books, The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, and the paintings he did, while rudimentary, were clearly influenced by the stories.

Rosie could frequently be found snuggling with Steve: she liked putting barrettes in his hair, painting his nails and putting lipstick on him. Whenever they had a tea party, she put a silver tiara on him and a pair of ruby clip on earrings, telling him, "Papa looks so pretty."

How could Steve resist? How could either of them resist?

While her brother went to Eddie, she toddled over to the other side of the bed. She tossed her stuffed duck up and clambered up, crawling over to Steve. She looked the most like Eddie: she had his brown doe eyes and the waves of her hair were like his, though she took after Chrissy in terms of her strawberry blonde hair color, and the way she smiled. “Papa?” she asked, looking down at Steve. “No work today?”

Steve looked up sleepily at his daughter, unable to stop the big smile spreading across his face. “Not today, baby. Papa stayed up too late doing school work.”

“That’s silly,” she said, collapsing dramatically against the pillows. Steve had seen Eddie do that exact same thing more than a few times, and it always made him laugh.

“Papa is silly, Duck,” he admitted, quickly reaching forward and pulling her close, blowing raspberries on her neck, her shrieking giggles filling the air. He still had a headache, and her shrieks of glee were not helping, but he could bear it.

“I keep telling him that,” Eddie said as he sat back down, Theo leaning against him. Theo had Steve’s beautiful hazel eyes, but they were turning more towards green the older he got. His hair was dark brown and straight, and though he was quieter than his sister, the smile he had was pure Eddie. Both of them worried they would have a little hell-raiser on their hands as he got older and got more confidence.

“‘M still thirsty, Daddy,” Theo murmured against Eddie’s chest. He looked up at Eddie with his big eyes. “Choccy milk?”

“For breakfast?” Eddie replied in mock shock and awe. Theo immediately started giggling, tilting his head back as he watched Eddie perform. “There will be chaos if we move choccy milk time to morning instead of dinner.”

“Pleeeeease?” Theo pleaded. “Please Daddy?”

“Yeah! Pleeeeease?” Rosie shouted, jumping up from laying next to Steve, all but throwing herself on Eddie’s back.

“Oh! Attacked on both sides! The treachery! The betrayaaaal!” Eddie kept his left arm firmly wrapped around Theo before he hooked his right arm back to wrap around Rosie. He stood up, both of them in his arms. “Steve! Don’t just lay in bed! Save meeeee!” He yelled this while moving quickly out of the bedroom, giving Steve a knowing glance as he shut the door behind him with his foot.

Steve laughed at the display of his little family, though he was grateful that Eddie managed to get them out of the room and leave him in peace. He didn’t see his phone on the bed, so Eddie must have taken it with him. Which was good, as it meant he could fall back to sleep like Eddie wanted him to.

A few hours later, Steve woke up, feeling the warmth of a small body against his chest. He opened his eyes to see Theo snuggled up against him, snoring lightly. Behind him, Rosie and Eddie were also asleep. Both had their mouths open slightly, right arms above their heads as they slept.

“Happy anniversary,” he whispered, feeling happy tears well in his eyes.

[ichoosechoasandbeingqueer]

😳🫣🫠 good lord this story was hot…

Predator - Fili X Reader || Fluff / Smut

Summary: You and Fili go "hunting."

Word Count: 1,189

Date Posted: 07.28.23

TW: AFAB language used, Primal / Prey interaction, butt plug, double penetration (plug), breeding, injury.

Note: All actions in this fic are consensual. There was no prompt from Anon for this fic, so I hope this is somewhat what you were imagining.

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You crouched low to the ground, quiet, panting breaths ghosting through your lips, scanning the terrain through the bushes you were using for cover. Listening for every snap of a twig, crunch of leaves, any evidence of the predator hunting you. Legs tucked underneath you, ready to bolt at any moment.

The ground crunched under a dwarven boot almost imperceptibly, and you bolted from your hiding spot. The predator's footfalls follow close behind you as your lungs and chest begin to burn. You knew without a doubt that if you didn’t lose him soon, you would be caught and completely at his mercy.

You darted around the corner, zig-zagging through the trees, hoping that he wouldn’t be able to change directions as fast as you. But the burn in your thighs was starting to catch up with you, slowing your pace ever so slightly as your legs slowly began to turn to jello. Distracted by the pain in your legs, you missed the root peaking out of the ground, tripping you by sheer bad luck.

You cursed under your breath, scrambling to your feet as best you could, but it was too late. He’d caught you.

“Where were you going, darling?” Your husband breathed in your ear as he lifted you to your knees, pulling your wrists behind your back. The sound of his voice alone sent arousal through you; mixed with the dopamine from your run, it became intoxicating. “We both know you can’t outrun me. I’m the best hunter of the Durin clan.”

“And I’m the fastest thief under the mountain. What’s your point?” you huffed, tugging against his grip. “You never would have caught me if I hadn’t tripped.”

Fili gripped your wrists tighter behind your back, growling, “But you did, Sweetheart. Now I get to take my reward.”

He had you bent over, pulling your furred skirt up over the thin leggings you had on underneath. His free hand caressed your ass, thumb brushing your clothed pussy. You were already soaking through the cloth.

“You’re lucky I came prepared,” he cooed as he pulled down your leggings, exposing your pussy to the chilly autumnal air. Fili squeezed a liquid onto your ass, using his fingers to ease the lube into your asshole.

You let out a light gasp at the intrusion, not used to the feeling. You could hear him rummaging through his bag, and suddenly you felt cold, smooth metal press against your hole. He eased it in, taking his time to allow you to adjust. You let out panted gasps until the wide flat base sat firmly between your ass cheeks, not allowing the device to travel further.

“What is it?” You breathed, still in character for your play date.

“Just a little something that marks you as my prey. But it’s not the only way I will mark you, little bunny.”

Fili dropped his pants behind you, pushing your face and chest into the dirt as he mounted you from behind, burying his cock in your slick, wet cunt. You let out a guttural whine as he stretched you, not waiting for you to adjust to his girth. His calloused hands gripped your soft hips, using them as leverage as he slammed his cock into your depths, making you whine and pant underneath his relentless pace.

“Fuck,” Fili hissed as a hand moved to grip your hair, yanking your head toward him, arching your back at an angle that intensified every delicious thrust. You could feel each stroke against the bulbous object filling your ass, making you feel pleasure you’d never experienced. With his other hand, Fili pressed his thumb against the base of the object, making you let out a desperate whine as it pushed against the bounds of your anal cavity. Your pussy quivered around him as he sent waves of pleasure through you, tightening into a warm coil in your core.

“Are you ready for my seed, little bunny?” He growled in your ear, slowing his pace, but fucking you deeper with each thrust. “For me to mark you as mine, and breed that tight cunt of yours?”

“Yes, Fili,” You whined, the wind being knocked out of you with his stroke. His grip tightened on your hair, fucking you slow and deep as he filled you, your name rolling off his lips with a guttural moan. His hips stuttered as he disengaged, removing the bulbous object from your ass and pulling your leggings back up over your soaking pussy.

Fili held you tightly as he helped you up off the cold forest floor. You winced as you put weight on the ankle that you had tripped over.

“I think it’s twisted, Fi.” You gripped his shoulder as support. The cold hunting gaze was gone from his face, only warmth and concern behind his eyes.

“We’ll get you taken care of, Bunny,” He picked you up in his arms, carrying you back through the woods to where his pony was waiting. Fili set you gently on the horse before climbing on himself, making your way back to the kingdom under the mountain

“Well, now, how did this happen?” Balin asked, inspecting your twisted ankle.

“We were out hunting,” Fili bent the truth, “She tripped over an exposed root.”

“Not to worry, keep it elevated.” Balin patted your shin, “I’ll send Dori up with some tea that should help with the pain and swelling. Take it easy for the first two days, then you’ll need to get back on your feet so you don’t baby it too much.”

“Thank you, Balin,” Fili graciously offered him some of the rolls you baked that morning before your excursion. Once Balin was gone, he climbed back in the bed with you, tucking himself against your side, holding your head to his chest.

“I’m sorry, Amralimé.” He petted your head. “I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”

“I know,” You assured him, “I know the risks of your hunt. I’ll be okay.”

“Will you let me make it up to you, Little Bunny,” he kissed your head, getting up to boil water for a bath. Once it was ready, he gently carried you to the tub, stripping you of your clothes from the hunt and setting you in the water just as there was a knock on the door to your living quarters.

“I’ll get your tea,” He peppered you with another kiss, greeting Dori in the other room.

With fresh herbal tea to sip on, you relaxed as Fili washed your skin and hair, lathering you with suds and then rinsing them all away. He took his time, massaging your muscles and scalp until the water had run cold and your tea kettle was long empty.

“Are you ready to get out?” He asked softly as you stretched, not wanting to interrupt your relaxed state. You nodded, allowing him to assist you back into the bed, dressing you in nothing but a thin slip dress.

He tucked the covers tightly around you, kissing your forehead sweetly. “I’m going to get us some dinner from the kitchens. Rest well until I get back.”

[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