Hi! Id like to request a eomer x plus size reader if you’re comfortable, maybe she’s a seamstress and makes eowyns dresses. You can honestly do this however you want. I just feel like there’s such a lack of Eomer fics out there that’s my husband 🙏🏻
A/n: Thank you so much for the request, I had so much fun writing this one! <3 I do hope you liked it! Although I am comfortable with plus-sized reader or chubby reader, I failed to see an opportunity to mention any body shape here, so I do hope I haven't failed you lol. If you have any advice or insight on what you'd like to see more of, let me know :) <3 Pleas enjoy! And- There is definitely such a lack of Eomer fics..
Contents: Eomer x F!Reader, fluff, reader is a seamstress, established relationship
Words: 1164
Morning came chill and yellow, pale golden rays coming through in thin lances through the curtain covering the windows. A fire was already moving in the big stone hearth and it was not long until the room began to feel too warm. But you sat on a cushioned chair next to the window, warmed by the fire behind you and cooled by the breeze that slipped through the cracks near the milky glass. Needlework was a tasking thing, yet one you enjoyed regardless of how frustrating it may be at times. Once you had tried to teach the craft to lady Eowyn, but all your efforts saw no fruition, as the shieldmaiden’s blood ran hot within her and gave no surrender to tasks more delicate.
As strong headed as a bull she is, you thought as you let your mind drift past the heralding of wars and bad omens. Too much has been happening lately, too much. These little works of embroidery were all you had to keep your mind satiated and at peace. Before you knew it, the image before you was becoming more intricate. It would seem Lady Eowyn would have a rather detailed dress, more detailed than any other. Quickly, but not hastily, the needle worked its way through the cloth like a warm dagger through butter. In and out, sowing and painting with threads of yellow and black and green and white. Your needle worked to the sound of your humming, a needle song, as you called it. Yet today was not the day that your needle would hear the end of the song. The heavy wooden door had opened so suddenly and so quickly that your needle dipped through the cloth like a sword, drawing blood from the finger underneath. Hissing, you let the embroidery fall to your lap along with the needle, pressing onto the sting with your other hand. You couldn’t forsake formalities even then, however much you wished to scold this somebody.
“My lord Eomer!” formalities fell from your lips before you had the chance to even settle on the features of his face. Gold spun locks fell down the sides of his face, swaying as he came to an abrupt stop to survey the room. His brows furrowed and his lips tightened. “May I help you?” you asked him, and his honeyed eyes fell on your form, blinking as if cast from a trance.
“It is my sister I was hoping to find here with you. I had thought she would be here learning your craft from you, as she did before”. Confusion could not be helped as it crawled onto your face, but the manner in which he said so made a smile fight to curl your lips in disbelief.
“Lady Eowyn?” you lowered your hands into your lap, fingers still clamped over your little stinging injury. “Lady Eowyn has long since stopped giving her ear to my words. The skill does not suit her, nor I try to force her to do it. Did you not know?” you finally settled on the reply, seeing confusion and anticipation ringing through the horse-lord’s head. You had to wonder whether there was air in there alone in this moment, has he become blind to his sister’s character?
His lips fall apart, then close, his eyes looking to the side as he realizes his own error and then they close. Nodding his head slowly Eomer sighs, shoulders falling and his hand rests on the pommel of his sword. “I see.. I should have expected it..” It is a veiled whisper, hiding behind itself a minor feeling of foolishness, but he does not hope to weigh himself down with it.
“I apologize if I had startled you, my lady” he then spoke, blurted more so as his eyes fell to the hands in your lap. “Have you hurt yourself?” he added, taking a few big strides and closing the distance between the two of you.
"No-.." You didn’t get to reply before he was extending his hand down and silently asking to take yours. The gesture made the words melt on your tongue, you could only obey the silent request and put your hand in his. The small dot began to bleed again in the absence of applied pressure, sliding down the length of your finger. “It is only a small thing, it causes me no bother, Eomer..” you whispered, lashes fluttering as you gazed up at him.
“Nonsense.. I caused this” he speaks lightheartedly yet seriously all at once and then he dips to one knee before you, your hand cupped in two of his own. Warmth flooded your cheeks as his lips found your hurt after wiping away the droplet of blood, kissing each knuckle of the finger and then turning your hand over to kiss the top of your hand as well. By the time you found yourself from your frozen minds, you managed to slap him on the shoulder, giggling in disbelief as well as the light-headedness he managed to cause. “Eomer!” you giggle, snatching your hand away. You were half tempted to throw the embroidery frame at his face were his teasing smile any bigger. “You forget yourself, my lord” you press the word ‘lord’, eyes lit up in mischief.
“Why, I was only hoping to provide my lady an apology and some comfort for the hurt I caused..” he whispered as he looked up at you, lingering a moment longer before standing up. The odd and dark days had made it so that Eomer had little to no time to spend in private with you, so he could only find excuses to swiftly stop by wherever you are, linger for a moment and leave with an unspoken promise to come back again. Sometimes he’d leave flowers too, other times he’d leave you with more feelings than touches. All the time he was surrounded by people and duty, and you had your own to attend to as well.
But for a moment now, it all seemed much worth it.
“Join me for dinner tonight, my lady?” he asked, tone even and expectant, that deep timbre of his, sure as the ground he walked on, as steady as him.
“If that is an order, who am I to dare deny it?” you say, smiling up at him.
“Good. In that case I cannot wait to have your company join mine, soon enough. Until then… I am hoping you will accept another request of mine?”
“And that is..?”
“Help me find my sweet little sister” he says, releasing a deep breath of exhaustion, even if the day barely started. You scoff, smiling even wider, not at all unfamiliar with Eowyn’s antics and character.
“I can only help if my lord promises to see this wound healed with his own healing in the upcoming days”
His eyes find yours, smiling a smile of their own as warmth fills his heart in some childish light, kindled fire burning gentle yet strong. “You have my word, my lady”
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Idk what came over me, don't ask. I do have to say, I'm proud of this new art style I'm trying to cook up. It's much less straining on me than the way I used to draw before so that's slaying
Content: old headcanons, NSFW, MDNI, body worship, soft dom! Jing Yuan, female anatomy
-Anytime you cuddle in your bed with this soft man of a general, he will shed anything that weighs even an ounce too much. So that often leaves him in some thin lining of clothes, just enough to keep him warm and comfy, but even that can go further until both of you are naked and feeding off of each other’s body warmth
-For example, like right now. Two of you have barely seen each other much lately, both busy with your own journeys across the vast territory of Xianzhou Luofu. But finally he can feel your limbs intertwine. He would prop himself up onto his elbow to have more of a vantage point over you, with his other arm over your waist, slowly rubbing your soft skin with his thumbs. His eyes are so warm and full of this relaxing mirth that it’s hard to look away, it's hypnotic what this man can tell you just by looks and gazes. His loving gazes are only for you, just for you
-Then his eye catches onto a small mole on your skin and from there he brings his hand up to trace from it to the other skin mark, to the next and the next until his hands are softly massaging and rubbing all over you lovingly, his lips slowly following suit
-And you return the favor, tracing his chest and the few scars and moles he may have there. His pale skin is always such a pretty sight, especially in the dimmer lights of the swallowed sunlight. His hair even looks like beaten gold
-He doesn’t stop praising you. His words are mutters and whispers, half unfinished sentences interrupted with languid kisses he leaves over your skin. They’re endless and countless, and if he could keep awake that long, he’d kiss you until the end of times, and bit by bit he’s climbing on top of you, his kisses are becoming more fervent, seeking to devour you
-He would hold you close, kissing the crown of your head, and then his head would dip to your neck where you’re most sensitive, teasing you by licking and sucking. He would hum something absentmindedly, every now and then with a low rumble in his throat, but you can tell he is already beginning to get riled up, and that this teasing game won’t last long.
-Soft dom Jing is a sight for sore and lustful eyes that escapes the deepest depths of your dreams. The view of him towering over you, his chest muscles right there, one could say directly in your face but he loves to kiss you too much to distance his lips from yours. He has no need for ropes, unless you'd prefer it that way - otherwise he loves the skinship that comes with your little ministrations
-If he does anything, it's taking care of you. Not letting you catch a moment to breathe properly as he makes you get lost in the carnal pleasures of the body, stimulating all the weakest spots he knew of or the ones he just found out about. He's wearing that soft smirk, his eyes half lidded and heavy with lust that forms into sultry words on his tongue. His messy hair falls across his face, framing it and you can barely even bear the sight of him between your thighs, it’s too much.
-His hips chase yours, bucking into you and filling you with his cock, over and over again until he's pushed out every other thought out of your head, making your pretty head fuzzy and empty, aside from the thoughts of him. Nothing else matters but this warmth now. Just you and him.
-He's leaning down and kissing your neck, nibbling the marks he left previously in the valley over your breasts and over them, sucking on a reddened nipple
-Lazy thrusts of his hips make you crazy, craving for more and more, and he’s slowing down to hear you beg for his cock.
"Is this what you imagined when you said you wanted me? By the sounds you're making for me, I can't predict any other answer, mmm.. well, I'll tell you now.. this is all I could dream off the past few nights..."
"My love, you're so good..so good for me, aren't you? Ahh, that's it, just like that. Keep moving your hips, like so...mmhhmmm..mmm..ahhh..."
"Don't resist the feeling, sweetness. This is all for you, and it's no punishment...let it go.. I'm right here, ah...with you...ghhh.."
Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
jiyan eating you out after a hard day (im so whipped for him)
Contents: Female anatomy, Jiyan deserves his own warning because he's that hot. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
A/N: same anon..same.. this got me kicking my feet and all, someone sedate me pls. This is a bit shorter but it's sweet. Hope you enjoy!
Low moans muffle themselves between your thighs as Jiyan had you sprawled out on the bed, one hand holding your hips and the other laid out forward to interlace his fingers with yours.
Every lap of his tongue had your back arching in attempts to push your hips further to that delicious source of pleasure. Jiyan felt every squeeze of your hands, searching for support and comfort, out of control as you squirmed and grinded against him.
And he was getting much pleasure out of it and such was evident with the fervor he devoured you with, only comparable to a man starved. He suckled on your wet clit before lapping at your entire wet slit, alternating between paces until he found that perfect one that had you singing. How could you be so perfect, so stunning, and how could he have gotten so lucky as to have you like this? Like no other man ever will?
Jiyan squeezes your hand back in silent reassurance, urging you to let go. Your mind was already cloudy and fuzzy with pleasure, gasping for air and moaning his name, and your thighs clenched around his head, muffling your sounds to his ears - which only further made him push you further.
His hand lets go of yours in favor of slipping his digits into your weeping hole, your slipper folds welcoming him. He moans into your puffy cunt, eating you out with his perfect nose catching your clit. If you had any more clear of a mind you would've asked if he can still breathe. The hand that once held his found the top of his head and clasped onto it, crying from the coiling pleasure threatening to burst in your belly.
Jiyan’s pursuit of pushing you over the brink doesn't falter until he has your legs shaking around his head and your moans breaking into little syllables of his name and until he has had his fill.
After that he'd lick his lips and suck your slick off of his fingers, watching how ethereal you look as you regain your breath before he's digging into you for seconds.
Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
Hello everyone! After some considering I decided to make a seperate account for NSFW stuff. I will not be moving anything on here that I already posted but from here on out, all NSFW will be on here: @starrydragoness !
Minors and ageless blogs do NOT follow this account and PLEASE DO NOT interact
