i think dennis gives incredibly sloppy head, he cries , gags, and drools everywhere but refuses to stop because of robby’s praise. “that’s it baby” “taking me so good” and one “good boy” is enough to send him over the edge, stopping at nothing to make robby feel good.
(Third Person POV)
Summary: Deep into the night, the End of Days approaches. Only for Arwen to find solace, love, and never-ending heights of pleasure in a mortal's arms. A man, who worships the ground she walks on.
Warnings: Oral sex, fingering, cum, this one is just cute soft sex, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption.
Requested by my friend, @pixie-skull
Arwen lay nestled beside Y/N in their grand bed, the soft moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains of the room. The silvery beams highlighted her radiant features, and the rich, light purple of her wrap dress shimmered faintly. Her long, dark hair spilled across the pillows like a cascade of night, and her delicate fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on Y/N's chest.
"Do you ever tire of this world, meleth nîn?" she whispered, her voice soft and melodic, filled with the wisdom and melancholy of her long years. The End of Days was coming, encroaching slowly each day that passed. Elven time on this plane would soon be over.
Y/N turned his head slightly to look into her eyes, his hand resting gently on the curve of her waist. "Not when you’re in it. You make it worth every struggle."
A small, tender smile graced her lips. "You say the most enchanting things," she murmured, her eyes gleaming warmly. "Yet I sometimes wonder how you see me so when my own heart still wrestles with its doubts and fears. My time is coming, meleth, and I will leave your mortal world.”
He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, letting his hand linger against her cheek. "Arwen, you’re the light in my life. Your doubts only make you more real to me. You’re not just a vision of perfection—you’re someone I love completely, with every flaw, every strength."
She closed her eyes at his touch, leaning into it. "If I am your light, you are my steadfast stone," she whispered. "Through the long years, I dreamed of finding someone who could share my heart, who would not fear the burden of loving one tied to both mortal and immortal realms."
"You’re worth any burden," he said firmly, his voice low but filled with conviction. "When I see you—when I hold you like this—I feel like the luckiest man alive."
Her hand paused over his heart, her gaze softening further. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her forehead in a kiss as tender as the night itself. "We’ll make it eternal, Arwen," he murmured. "Every moment we have together, whether it’s a thousand years or just one lifetime, will be enough.”
A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, though her smile did not waver. "You speak as if you were an Elf, with your heart so filled with wisdom and love."
"And you speak as if you were human, with your heart so full of hope," he replied with a soft chuckle.
Reconnecting their lips in a slow and sensual kiss, Y/N brought his hands to cup her cheeks. Thumb swiping over and caressing the soft skin, as if to hold her was to hold the universe with all its stars and galaxies in his hand. He only removed his lips and hands to trail them down her shoulders and collarbone, leaving soft kisses that spoke of silent devotion and hands that removed her clothes delicately. The silk material slid off Arwen’s shoulders gently, pooling down by her waist like running water off a smooth rock.
Y/N’s mouth continued its worship, kissing down her neck, to her collarbone, down the line of her chest till he reached her bosom. Swirling his tongue around one perked nipple, his fingers played with the other. Arwen’s head through back in ecstasy, a quiet gasp leaving her lips in praise. Her hands came to tangle in his hair, tugging on his locks softly whenever he would do something particular to evoke her pleasure.
Only he did not stop there. Continuing to peel down her dress, till her spotless pale skin lay before him. Y/N’s eyes widened in awe, taking a moment to commit to memory the vision of the goddess before him. Someone as lovely as her, as pristine, a presence he did not deserve in comparison to his mortality.
After a moment, he brought his mouth down to her core. Bare before him, already slightly wet and shining in the pale moonlight. Diving in, his tongue lapped up all the juices that spilled from her cunt. Sucking softly on her clit, delving as deep as his tongue would allow, his mission to evoke a pleasure unknown to man or elf. Gripping the sheets below, eyes shut in blissful ecstasy, Arwen shook with pleasure.
Sucking softly here and there, tongue lapping in a soft but steady rhythm, Y/N slowly brought Arwen to the edge of her release. Only to increase her pleasure tenfold, his tongue coming to suck on her clit just as he plunged two fingers into her. Gasping in surprise, Arwen bunched the sheets in her hands. Soft but lewd moans and whispers of praise passed the elven maiden’s lips, holding onto the sheets for dear life as her partner continued his unholy worship of her body.
Pulling away, Y/N continued to pump his fingers in and out of her at a steady pace. He brought his lips to hers once more, savoring the taste of her on his lips. The overwhelming sensation soon became too much and Arwen moaned into Y/N’s mouth as she came, soaking her lover's hand in a white and sticky release. Y/N continued to work her through the high, eyes cracking open for only a moment to take in the sight of Arwen’s head thrown back in pleasure and body wrought with pleasure only he could give her. She looked like an angel.
After a moment, Y/N removed his fingers and wiped them inconspicuously on his trousers. Arwen looked up at him with dark and blown eyes, lips parting in a hoarse whisper.
“Allow me to take care of you too, meleth.”
“No, my star. Tonight, let me savor you. Let me worship you in the way you deserve. Raise armies in your name, bow before your heavenly thrown. And let my last words be on your lips as they taste of your sweet honey.”
Deep into the night, they held each other tightly, their words fading into the quiet intimacy of the night. Arwen’s fingers returned to their gentle tracing, and Y/N’s hand ran soothingly along her back. They lay entwined, whispering soft reassurances and promises, their love a glowing ember against the vast expanse of the world outside—a warmth neither would ever let go.
I must've been a saint in my past life to have @just-trashy-writings following me back (๑･̑◡･̑๑) (Also is it a bad thing I'm following alot of BTS fanfic/scenario blogs...)
