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Hi! Iām Archi. This is where I put horny shit. Iāll probably have spurts of activity because unfortunately I donāt draw a lot of porn. Obviously do NOT peruse unless youāre 18+ but idk Iām not your mom.
My main is @curufiin.
Tags I use down below:
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In honor of one year of this, enjoy this for funsies drawing I did that is so safe for Tumblr I swear
[breed.] sender fucks receiver deep and finishes inside. From mr Orome
just the two of us
How he had gotten himself into such a situation Curufin did not know. Nor did he know why the lord of the hunt himself wanted him of all people with which to satiate himself and not his wife, or how Celegorm would feel about this, or how he was even fitting OromĆ«ās generous size.
But Curufin was certainly not quiet about it, far from it. If they were not in OromĆ«ās forests, where (Curufin hoped) nobody was about save the animals and the trees, he was certain he wouldāve been overheard long ago. Even then, he was not certain he would not be hearing the judgement of his brother once the word spreads amongst the animals.
He buried his face into his arms, having already spent and dirtied the ground beneath him. Foolishly, not once had he gave thought to OromĆ«ās stamina, and he found himself caought between wishing it would end, and wanting this to last forever. Each movement drew out another muffled groan from him, made him wonder again how much more he could even take, and turned his thoughts into little more than a jumbled mess of broken words. There was nothing else to think, nothing else to feel but how intoxicating and sweet this blend of pain and pleasure was, and how it utterly overwhelmed him.
Curufin could only muster a soft mix between a moan and gasp when he finally felt OromĆ« spill inside him, and even with how much he had stretched to accomodate the other, OromĆ«ās seed quickly spilled out of him and down. āAh- Lord OromĆ«,ā he uttered between deep breaths, his legs sore beyond words and wanting nothing more than to collapse fully right then and there.
ā¾ lustful action prompts.
a litany of prompts exploring intimacy and sexuality. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.
[beg.] sender makes receiver beg before giving them what they want.
[fumble.] sender struggles impatiently with receiver's clothes.
[shh.] sender stuffs their fingers in receiver's mouth to keep them quiet.
[tug.] sender grips receiver's hair to pull them closer.
[tie.] sender binds receiver's wrists with rope / belt / tie / etc.
[bite.] sender sinks their teeth into receiver's neck / shoulder / skin.
[scratch.] sender rakes their nails down receiver's back.
[drip.] sender drips spit into receiver's mouth / onto receiver.
[69.] sender and receiver go down on each other at the same time.
[needy.] sender teases receiver about how desperate they look.
[deep.] sender pushes receiver's head down during oral until they gag.
[eager.] sender holds receiver's head still and fucks their mouth.
[anchor.] sender pins receiver's hips while eating them out.
[grind.] sender grinds their hips into receiver while receiver gives them oral.
[press.] sender pushes a hand against receiver's stomach while inside them.
[hold.] sender grabs receiver's hand to hold while they have sex.
[pin.] sender pins receiver's wrists above their head.
[straddle.] sender straddles receiver's body to restrain them.
[clutch.] sender clutches receiver's jaw to hold their head still.
[hollow.] sender presses a thumb into the hollow of receiver's throat.
[cradle.] sender cradles receiver's throat in their hand, applying light pressure.
[stay.] sender cockwarms receiver.
[breed.] sender fucks receiver deep and finishes inside.
[stare.] sender forces receiver to maintain eye contact.
[cling.] sender wraps their legs tight around receiver's waist while they have sex.
[elevate.] sender places a pillow beneath receiver's hips during sex.
[suckle.] sender sucks on receiver's chest and nipples.
[eavesdrop.] sender fucks receiver where others can hear but not see.
[praise.] sender praises receiver for taking it well.
[hush.] sender forbids receiver from making a sound.
[chokehold.] sender locks receiver's throat in the crook of their arm.
[mark.] sender leaves hickeys on receiver where they will be seen later.
[nuzzle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck mid-fuck.
[rut.] sender gets caught up, fucking receiver harder without warning.
Without so much as a knock, Celegorm entered Curufin's room. Despite the present rift to their circumstances, there were still some duties he was suited for - when there were other needs at play - and it was evident from the way in which Celegorm immediately began undoing his belt that nothing existed in the way of obstructing Curufin from executing said tasks.
Slamming the door shut in a pointed, swift flick of his hand, Celegorm stood still and silently, quite ready for Curufin's obliging nature. // @artaresto
archi moved it here because i got embarrassed
Each night was the same ritual for Curufin now: after dinner, which was usually spent picking at food alone, or if he was lucky after he had spent some time fumbling about in the workshop, he would return to his room, close the door behind him, and lay down in bed, studying the uneven surface of the wall for however long until morning came again. Sometimes sleep did not come, sometimes it did; it did not matter truly to him. As long as nobody intruded on him, as long as it was quiet and still in the room, he was content.
The sudden click of the doorknob then sent a jolt through his entire body, and he spun around quickly to see whom it was, hoping that perhaps it was just some servant come to return something he had forgotten. But no, it was his brother, a presence most unnatural and unnerving. Why was Celegorm here when he had clearly expressed wanting nothing to do with him? He only watched Celegormās hands work, then looked back up at him with a confused and uneasy silence. Though he sat up, Curufin made little effort to move, and only pulled his body closer to his chest.
Somehow, being met with such complete silence had never occurred to Celegorm. Neither of them had been left unaffected by their recent misfortunes, but for his brother to look at him with utter silenced confusion, as if presented with a task entirely unfamiliar to him, felt almost bizarre. Celegorm's jaw tightened at the notion Curufin was only playing an injured fool to try and win his pity, or better yet, simply because he truly was a pathetic cretin unable to own up to or apologise for what had been entirely his doing.
A sigh, heavy and rife with impatience, whistled past Celegorm's teeth.
"Come here. I don't have all night", he said rigidly, and discarded the clothing from his waist to the floor in a heavy thud.
His brother could not be serious, could he? Until Celegorm spoke, Curufin could not tell if this was some sort of joke he didnāt understand, if his brother was truly serious in wanting him to take care of urges that surely wouldāve been better suited to Celegormās own hand. But it seemed that his brother had indeed set his mind to it, decided that this was Curufinās task though Curufin knew not why, and Curufin found himself, as always, incapable of denying it.
He clambered out of bed, and immediately his posture tensed when he was no longer within the warm safety of his blankets. And Curufin did not really want to do thisāno, something about Celegormās mood frightened him, and he felt as though a wild animal cornered, knife pressed to his throat.
āWeā¦ shouldnāt,ā Curufin said softly, though he knelt in front of his brother regardless. No desire blossomed in his stomach, his heart felt nothing but the same fear it had ever since they relocated to Himring, and he wished again in futility that everything could just go back to how it was before.
What the fuck is the matter with you, Celegorm wanted to say, brow furrowed in confusion and annoyance both. It was almost hard to believe this was the same Curufin, who had previously so gladly tended to his pleasures. Finding it more irritating than anything, he wondered for how long his brother would keep up this ridiculous act of apathetic meekness.
"Be quiet", Celegorm grunted as he stroked himself to full readiness. There was little pleasure now in the act itself, but something about seeing Curufin still submit and obey before him stoked his pride enough to be worth it. As his hand sank into the dark curls while the other aligned himself with his brother's mouth, Celegorm could only wish his love for the feel of that hair in between his fingers burned as well as it did in his memories.
Whatever complaint he mightāve made, some concern about Maedhros finding out, or that he was worried about Celegorm as of late, died in his throat at those words. Curufin supposed it was not his place to ask either, what with being the sole cause of their misery, and his repentance came in the form of doing everything in his power to make Celegorm happy. So he spoke naught, then, and opened his mouth as his brother wouldāve wanted.
Yet he could not shake off the feeling that he should be enjoying himself in some manner as he took his brother into his mouth, witn how much love and affection he still held for Celegorm in his heart. He found himself enjoying very little as of late, not the fruits he once loved nor the ringing of steel when his hammer struck it. Only the bed and a book, penned by their later father, that he had pilfered from their eldestās collection still brought him some sense of pleasure, or at least a sense of ease that otherwise escaped him even in the safety of Himring.
Curufinās gaze briefly flicked up to his brother, then. Celegorm was still handsome as ever, with his brilliant eyes and fetching features, and Curufin did wish above all else to please him, even if he found little enjoyment in the act. And so he began to move his head, taking Celegorm deeper into himself, whining softly with each languid movement.
As he had thought, his brother would not be of a mind to refuse him. Had Celegorm not already been certain nothing in the world could keep Curufin from his favourite activities, he would have known himself entitled to them regardless. After all, his brother's tendecy of driving away any additional parties keen on replacing him had rather ensured it.
The tension that usually pinched Celegorm's shoulders square evaporated and let them relax in an exhale of satisfaction. He did not look at his brother again but closed his eyes as the hot mouth began stoking the need in the pit of his stomach with its pleasure.
Usually, in the past, he might have offered Curufin some words of encouragement. Now, however, all his brother received were Celegorm's strained grunts that escaped his breath. The hand in the dark hair curled a fistful unapologetically when the elder could stay himself no longer, and slowly, his hips began chasing the pleasure of Curufin's mouth for themselves.
He sat and endured in quiet, pushing down his urge to gag even as Celegorm roughened his movements and as saliva began to trickle out of the corner of his lips. Tyelko, he wished to say, but his words came out as little more than a muffled groan, hands holding onto Celegormās hips for stability.
Curufin gasped as Celegorm withdrew from his mouth, believing foolishly that his ordeal was over with, and he again looked up to the other in hopes of properly speaking a word to him. Instead, his eyes squeezed shut before he can react, revulsion creeping over his mind when he finally registered the warm wetness which now decorated his face.
Why had Celegorm done this, any of this? Did he not hate him still? Was it a point to prove, that he had fallen out of his brotherās favor entirely save for a brief night of entertainment? āAh-!ā His voice came as a weak, broken thing, and Curufin could not say he did not feel utterly disgusted by what he had done. Was he really just a whore on Celegormās eyes?
āTyel-ā he started, and cut himself off just as fast as he tried in vain to wipe his face with the back of his hand at first, then looking about the room frantically for a handkerchief, hiding his face from view as best as he could.
Without so much as a knock, Celegorm entered Curufin's room. Despite the present rift to their circumstances, there were still some duties he was suited for - when there were other needs at play - and it was evident from the way in which Celegorm immediately began undoing his belt that nothing existed in the way of obstructing Curufin from executing said tasks.
Slamming the door shut in a pointed, swift flick of his hand, Celegorm stood still and silently, quite ready for Curufin's obliging nature. // @artaresto
archi moved it here because i got embarrassed
Each night was the same ritual for Curufin now: after dinner, which was usually spent picking at food alone, or if he was lucky after he had spent some time fumbling about in the workshop, he would return to his room, close the door behind him, and lay down in bed, studying the uneven surface of the wall for however long until morning came again. Sometimes sleep did not come, sometimes it did; it did not matter truly to him. As long as nobody intruded on him, as long as it was quiet and still in the room, he was content.
The sudden click of the doorknob then sent a jolt through his entire body, and he spun around quickly to see whom it was, hoping that perhaps it was just some servant come to return something he had forgotten. But no, it was his brother, a presence most unnatural and unnerving. Why was Celegorm here when he had clearly expressed wanting nothing to do with him? He only watched Celegormās hands work, then looked back up at him with a confused and uneasy silence. Though he sat up, Curufin made little effort to move, and only pulled his body closer to his chest.
Somehow, being met with such complete silence had never occurred to Celegorm. Neither of them had been left unaffected by their recent misfortunes, but for his brother to look at him with utter silenced confusion, as if presented with a task entirely unfamiliar to him, felt almost bizarre. Celegorm's jaw tightened at the notion Curufin was only playing an injured fool to try and win his pity, or better yet, simply because he truly was a pathetic cretin unable to own up to or apologise for what had been entirely his doing.
A sigh, heavy and rife with impatience, whistled past Celegorm's teeth.
"Come here. I don't have all night", he said rigidly, and discarded the clothing from his waist to the floor in a heavy thud.
His brother could not be serious, could he? Until Celegorm spoke, Curufin could not tell if this was some sort of joke he didnāt understand, if his brother was truly serious in wanting him to take care of urges that surely wouldāve been better suited to Celegormās own hand. But it seemed that his brother had indeed set his mind to it, decided that this was Curufinās task though Curufin knew not why, and Curufin found himself, as always, incapable of denying it.
He clambered out of bed, and immediately his posture tensed when he was no longer within the warm safety of his blankets. And Curufin did not really want to do thisāno, something about Celegormās mood frightened him, and he felt as though a wild animal cornered, knife pressed to his throat.
āWeā¦ shouldnāt,ā Curufin said softly, though he knelt in front of his brother regardless. No desire blossomed in his stomach, his heart felt nothing but the same fear it had ever since they relocated to Himring, and he wished again in futility that everything could just go back to how it was before.
What the fuck is the matter with you, Celegorm wanted to say, brow furrowed in confusion and annoyance both. It was almost hard to believe this was the same Curufin, who had previously so gladly tended to his pleasures. Finding it more irritating than anything, he wondered for how long his brother would keep up this ridiculous act of apathetic meekness.
"Be quiet", Celegorm grunted as he stroked himself to full readiness. There was little pleasure now in the act itself, but something about seeing Curufin still submit and obey before him stoked his pride enough to be worth it. As his hand sank into the dark curls while the other aligned himself with his brother's mouth, Celegorm could only wish his love for the feel of that hair in between his fingers burned as well as it did in his memories.
Whatever complaint he mightāve made, some concern about Maedhros finding out, or that he was worried about Celegorm as of late, died in his throat at those words. Curufin supposed it was not his place to ask either, what with being the sole cause of their misery, and his repentance came in the form of doing everything in his power to make Celegorm happy. So he spoke naught, then, and opened his mouth as his brother wouldāve wanted.
Yet he could not shake off the feeling that he should be enjoying himself in some manner as he took his brother into his mouth, witn how much love and affection he still held for Celegorm in his heart. He found himself enjoying very little as of late, not the fruits he once loved nor the ringing of steel when his hammer struck it. Only the bed and a book, penned by their later father, that he had pilfered from their eldestās collection still brought him some sense of pleasure, or at least a sense of ease that otherwise escaped him even in the safety of Himring.
Curufinās gaze briefly flicked up to his brother, then. Celegorm was still handsome as ever, with his brilliant eyes and fetching features, and Curufin did wish above all else to please him, even if he found little enjoyment in the act. And so he began to move his head, taking Celegorm deeper into himself, whining softly with each languid movement.
Without so much as a knock, Celegorm entered Curufin's room. Despite the present rift to their circumstances, there were still some duties he was suited for - when there were other needs at play - and it was evident from the way in which Celegorm immediately began undoing his belt that nothing existed in the way of obstructing Curufin from executing said tasks.
Slamming the door shut in a pointed, swift flick of his hand, Celegorm stood still and silently, quite ready for Curufin's obliging nature. // @artaresto
archi moved it here because i got embarrassed
Each night was the same ritual for Curufin now: after dinner, which was usually spent picking at food alone, or if he was lucky after he had spent some time fumbling about in the workshop, he would return to his room, close the door behind him, and lay down in bed, studying the uneven surface of the wall for however long until morning came again. Sometimes sleep did not come, sometimes it did; it did not matter truly to him. As long as nobody intruded on him, as long as it was quiet and still in the room, he was content.
The sudden click of the doorknob then sent a jolt through his entire body, and he spun around quickly to see whom it was, hoping that perhaps it was just some servant come to return something he had forgotten. But no, it was his brother, a presence most unnatural and unnerving. Why was Celegorm here when he had clearly expressed wanting nothing to do with him? He only watched Celegormās hands work, then looked back up at him with a confused and uneasy silence. Though he sat up, Curufin made little effort to move, and only pulled his body closer to his chest.
Somehow, being met with such complete silence had never occurred to Celegorm. Neither of them had been left unaffected by their recent misfortunes, but for his brother to look at him with utter silenced confusion, as if presented with a task entirely unfamiliar to him, felt almost bizarre. Celegorm's jaw tightened at the notion Curufin was only playing an injured fool to try and win his pity, or better yet, simply because he truly was a pathetic cretin unable to own up to or apologise for what had been entirely his doing.
A sigh, heavy and rife with impatience, whistled past Celegorm's teeth.
"Come here. I don't have all night", he said rigidly, and discarded the clothing from his waist to the floor in a heavy thud.
His brother could not be serious, could he? Until Celegorm spoke, Curufin could not tell if this was some sort of joke he didnāt understand, if his brother was truly serious in wanting him to take care of urges that surely wouldāve been better suited to Celegormās own hand. But it seemed that his brother had indeed set his mind to it, decided that this was Curufinās task though Curufin knew not why, and Curufin found himself, as always, incapable of denying it.
He clambered out of bed, and immediately his posture tensed when he was no longer within the warm safety of his blankets. And Curufin did not really want to do thisāno, something about Celegormās mood frightened him, and he felt as though a wild animal cornered, knife pressed to his throat.
āWeā¦ shouldnāt,ā Curufin said softly, though he knelt in front of his brother regardless. No desire blossomed in his stomach, his heart felt nothing but the same fear it had ever since they relocated to Himring, and he wished again in futility that everything could just go back to how it was before.
Without so much as a knock, Celegorm entered Curufin's room. Despite the present rift to their circumstances, there were still some duties he was suited for - when there were other needs at play - and it was evident from the way in which Celegorm immediately began undoing his belt that nothing existed in the way of obstructing Curufin from executing said tasks.
Slamming the door shut in a pointed, swift flick of his hand, Celegorm stood still and silently, quite ready for Curufin's obliging nature. // @artaresto
archi moved it here because i got embarrassed
Each night was the same ritual for Curufin now: after dinner, which was usually spent picking at food alone, or if he was lucky after he had spent some time fumbling about in the workshop, he would return to his room, close the door behind him, and lay down in bed, studying the uneven surface of the wall for however long until morning came again. Sometimes sleep did not come, sometimes it did; it did not matter truly to him. As long as nobody intruded on him, as long as it was quiet and still in the room, he was content.
The sudden click of the doorknob then sent a jolt through his entire body, and he spun around quickly to see whom it was, hoping that perhaps it was just some servant come to return something he had forgotten. But no, it was his brother, a presence most unnatural and unnerving. Why was Celegorm here when he had clearly expressed wanting nothing to do with him? He only watched Celegormās hands work, then looked back up at him with a confused and uneasy silence. Though he sat up, Curufin made little effort to move, and only pulled his body closer to his chest.
oh yeah i sketched some porn and i šØ kinda like it
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please enjoy. unless you hate celegorm and curufin sucking and fucking then why are you even following me this is like all i talk about
for @silmsmutweek DAY 4: SIZE KINK my beloved
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last minute smut week entry, would have been for DAY 6: Femslash! But despite spending all week in the smut mines, I only finished this today, didn't get to finish the other pics I wanted to do too...
Anyway! Miriel and Indis, two former queens finding solace with each other, they who know pain beyond pain, but the warmth and love they share soon becomes a little more spicy...
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FINE TUMBLR NO JERKING OFF LOSER BOYFRIENDS FOR YOU. Look at my porn on ao3 instead
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hehehe
Nolofinwƫ and Anairƫ
This might be my favorite drawing of them Iāve done ā¤ļø This is also a scene in chapter one of this smut fic
Please donāt tag my work as n.s.f.w! That removes it from search results. Iāve already marked it as āmature contentā which is a filter itself
[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time theyāre going down on receiver // from finfin the gay little man
All that day, Celegorm's frustration and need had made itself known by his incessant teasing, touching and grabbing that Curufin had had to endure under any excuse the elder brother could come up with. So, when Curufin had actually resigned to giving him what he desired, Celegorm had readily leaned back and made room for him in between his legs, eager to have that mouth giving him the relief he longed for.
"There. Your mouth looks much better occupied like this than it does when you're whining", the hunter snarled in a low voice, desirous face unable to look away from Curufin's obliging stare. A particularly devilish swipe of his tongue was rewarded with a growl of pleasure. Celegorm's scarred fingers combed idly through his brother's dark hair, desperate to busy themselves with an activity any other than grabbing him to thrust himself deeper into the warmth of his mouth.
Curufin remembered it started with innocent seeming touches. Fingers brushing against his arm, a bump here. Then, it got strange; there was a hand placed on his cheek, far too gentle than what he was accustomed to from his brother. Hands upon his waist while he worked, a looming presence ever about him wherever he went, until he finally relented. And even as he lowered himself onto his knees and shuffled forth between Celegormās thighs, watching Celegorm free his length from his breeches, there was an air of trepidation behind his gaze.
He should not be feeling this way, he knew, should not be this eager to know that it was him whom Celegorm seeked for his relief. But as his gaze trailed upwards to meet the orange eyes of Celegorm, excitement too grew in the pits of his abdomen, like cinders he had tried to damp down reigniting.
He made a noise at the biting words, brows furrowed as warmth flushed his cheeks. Slowly, Curufin pulled himself back up, dragging his tongue along his length, lingering just at the tip for what felt like ages until he finally released it from his mouth. For a while he was silent, his head leaned against the otherās thigh, as he worked his hand in languid and practiced strokes like he had done this many times prior.
āThatās a shame. Youāre so much fun to whine at,ā Curufin finally said, pressing a kiss to the base of his length. āWhy seek me out at all? Donāt you have plenty of whores whoād throw themselves at your feet for you to warm your wood in?ā
āNo, please,ā Curufin whined, his heart pounding in his chest as Eƶl continued his torment. His cock throbbed in protest, twitching with each stroke that dared to bring him fully over the edge. āDonātā¦ donāt, I canāt, Eƶl, pleaseāā
Endless thoughts swam in his head, melting into one another until he could not seperate them from one another. He could not decide if this was pleasurable or painful, whether this was torture or something else, if he wanted this to end here and now or if he wanted to continue for eternity. Curufinās hand reached into Eƶlās hair and gave it a half-hearted tug.
āI need you,ā he whimpered, words interrupted by his own moans, āIā¦ I need- please, Eƶl, stop already. Donāt do this. Donāt be like that. You- you promised.ā
Eƶl possessed an extraordinary ability to deny himself, in this and many other cases, but this was a challenge. Curvo felt so good; the tight heat of him around his cock, the sight of him flustered and needy, the fingers in his hair.Ā
āIt is your own fault,ā A sharp thrust, as Eƶl lifted Curvoās hips to get a better angle. āYou look so beautiful when you are needy. I cannot help but prolong such a glorious sight. And it is all mine.ā
Curufin, on the other hand, had never been good at delaying what his mind so desiredā whether it be power, a goal he chased after, or even simple carnal pleasure, he never denied himself, and instead gave himself whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it.
With one devastating movement of Eƶlāa hips, it became too much; his mind went blank as he found himself finishing across his own stomach, his own hips buckling and sharp moans spilling out from his throat as the aftershocks of pleasure pulsed through his body. He had little to say for a while, gasping for breath as he tried to recollect himself, wrapping his legs around Eƶlās waist.
āFuck,ā he murmured through heavy breaths, half hoping that Eƶl would simply satisfy himself and come cuddle him. āSorry, I- no, that was your fault.ā
If i could draw penises there would be so much art of celegormās penis on here btw
