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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Whisper In My Ear

Lords of Gondolin x reader

Request: Hello! My goodness, when I saw your requests were open I actually squealed at my university library! So... can I make a request please... can I get a 136 or 137 and 76 (bonus points if you add 74) of prompts 4? With either the Feanorians or Lords of Gondolin? With an already established relationship? Thanks! - anon

A/N: Each Lord was assigned a different prompt and a scenario attached.

Warnings: smut, fembod, praising

Prompts: “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already wet", “don’t cover your face, I want to see you”, “you’re so beautiful all spread out like this… just for me”

Galdor

Galdor had you on your back with your legs firmly wrapped around his waist as his skilful, yet gentle thrusts made your body quiver in ecstasy. The hands that were gripping the sheets for dear life had lifted themselves to cover your face as Galdor’s lips were hovering by your ear, whispering all the sweet nothings about his undying love for you. The blush that rose to your cheeks enhanced the flush that had already covered your entire face from the passionate lovemaking. His hands were busy with holding your body as closely as possible to him, wanting to feel every heartbeat, intake of breath, every shiver, every response from his thrusts. Lowering his lips to your neck and sucking lavender flowers onto his canvas, his head knocked against your hand that covered your face. The sweetest smile had spread across his face as he observed your shy state.

“My sweetest flower, why so shy now, don’t cover your face, I want to see you,” his hands would lift to remove yours off your face to reveal glossy eyes filled with undeniable pleasure and innocence.

“You look so beautiful under me lossanya.”

Ecthelion

The heavy panting followed by the aggressive removal of clothes echoes throughout the room as Ecthelion sat in his chair near the fireplace and barks out his commands. Wine glass in hand, he wanted you to present yourself to him by pleasuring yourself. Directing you to lay on the bed and spread your legs wide for him, he couldn’t help but bite his lips at the sudden urge to rush from his seat and bury himself in your heat. The reason: your folds were already coated in your arousal, gleaming under the light of the fireplace. His cock was twitching in his leggings, and he was beginning to regret his decision. Slamming his wine glass on the table, he shot out of his seat to tower over your provocative figure, ghosting his fingers over your legs and over your heat. He practically watched as a fresh flow of juices ran from your hole.

“I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already wet,” were his final words before two fingers dipped past your entrance, sinking deeper and deeper until your squeals were loud enough for the workers to hear what their Lord and Lady were up to.

Glorfindel

Your quiet moans were muffled by the tongue slipping into your mouth as Glorfindel did his best to shut you up because your stoic brother’s room was next door to yours. The famous golden-hair Lord had slipped his way into your chambers after your brother had retired for the night and tangled himself with you in between the sheets. It was dangerous and thrilling at the same time because one wrong move would create chaos as if this wasn’t already chaos. He had your legs in the crook of his elbows and was given free rein to manipulate them however it pleased him. Pushing them all the way to your head, your legs were now pressed into your chest as Glorfindel lifted himself off you to look at the view below. His cock had already gained a ring of cream from the previous sessions earlier.

“Look at you, you’re so beautiful all spread out like this…just for me. What would your brother say if he found you like this?” at that moment, he felt your walls clenching around him at the mention of being caught and he laughed. You weren’t as innocent as your brother believed you to be.

Egalmoth

The filth that was spewing past his lips made you retake your words about him being the least performing in bed. Everything that was happening at the moment we're far from underperforming, if anything, he was overperforming and it was just perfect. His hands had a firm grip on your waist as he drove his cock into your heat listening to the obscene squelching and then making some remark about it. He was in a headspace to prove you wrong about your hurtful comments thus, you were being fucked into next year. Every roll of his hip made his cock drag lusciously against your soft spot and you convulsed. “Look at you, enjoying my cock more than you should. I thought that I wasn’t good in bed,” his voice mocked you for your teary eyes and whimpering. Feeling overwhelmed by the heat of the pleasure, your hands couldn’t help but raise to cover up.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t cover up your face, I want to see you. I want to see you cry over my cock because it’s just that good – moan and make all the noise, let everyone hear.” His right hand had travelled upwards to grip both hands above your head and look you deep in your eyes as he spoke. You were struggling to focus because of the incessant pounding and that’s exactly what he wanted.

Rog

“I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already wet,” Rog’s voice resonated above while he watched your heat glistening under the light of the fire. After a quick visit to his forges late at night after feeling frustrated, you had found yourself standing at the doorway watching his ripped-back muscles flex and tense under each swing of his hammer.

He had you resting on his table, wide open to his liking, after pushing most of his tools onto the floor, knowing that no one would hear the clatter and clang. He towered above you, apron discarded on the floor and laces of his trousers undone. With cock in hand, the other rested on your thigh, crawling further and further until his palm ghosted your folds. Thick calloused fingers, rough against your skin – the perfect texture – cupped your entire heat and felt the pulsation and heat you gave off. Rog couldn’t help but groan and bit the bottom of his lip before ushering him to move closer. His tip rested at the base of your entrance when he paused to lean down and capture your lips. Whining into his mouth as the rest of him breached your walls, the echoes of Rog groaning reverberated throughout his forge, “You’re so perfect every time I have you mirё.”

Maeglin

Maeglin sat in his chair, slouched with his trousers dropped to his ankles, robes discarded, and shirt unbuttoned. His hands furiously gripped your waist as your back leaned into his chest so he would hold your legs wider for his cock to be driven deeper. The almost silent grunts that escaped his lips were picked up by your ears as your head rested against his shoulder. Fingers digging into your thighs and opening you up, you felt his cock sinking deeper past your walls and his speed increased.

“Fuck, you feel divine. I must thank you for visiting me, today princess,” your walls clamped down on his cock at his sweet praises, “so beautiful, so perfect, what would I do without you pleasuring me.”

Your responses were broken pants of his names as more words flew past his lips, “You’re so beautiful all spread out like this…just for me.”

On cue, his hands dropped lower to slide over your heat, brushing his cock and finding purchase on your clit. “You’re going to cum for me, on my cock and let the world see how pretty you look spread open for me, yeah.”

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Me- (comes home from work in a slump, eyes distant and not saying much during dinner) Galdor, my research project isn’t going the way I’d hoped. I have to change the design last minute and I’m stressed about it. Also, my right shoulder and side of my neck are killing me… (rests my head in his lap) Sorry, love, I know you had a long day too. But I could use some healing right about now.

Quietly, he slipped out under you and guided you to lie on your stomach. With a quick motion of his skilled fingers, he undid your heavy garments, leaving you in your underwear. In no time, his therapeutic fingers were massaging themselves into your shoulders and upper back while you were fast asleep.

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {galdor}#galdor #galdor imagine #galdor x y/n #galdor x you #house of the trees #galdor of the trees #lords of gondolin #silm imagines #middle earth imagine

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theelvenhaven · 11 months

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The Fall

Galdor x Reader

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It had been pandemonium from the moment that Melkor’s servants arrived. Nost-na-Lothion’s silence had been interrupted by the chanting of orcs, the roar of dragons and the cracking of whips as balrogs approached Gondolin and breaking through it’s many gates. Tramping and toppling over them like they were nothing.

You could do nothing but stand there with Galdor in shock with the rest of the Gondolindrim over everything that was transpiring. Both of you had hoped that each stronger gate would deter the wave that came… But it was no match as the mighty fell beasts aided in toppling it over, before flying overhead and burning down the buildings.

It was then at the King’s behest that Galdor ready his soldiers and people, and you two were separated. Following immediately upon the rumors that Galdor had disclosed to you. That somewhere in Gondolin there was a tunnel that the Princess and her husband Prince Consort Tuor had built. Though you were only working off rumors as you ran.

Galdor had given you basic instructions and you only hoped that they were well enough to get you where you needed to go. As you ran, you only seemed to run into dead end crumbled or toppled over buildings. Buildings that used to be homes and shops, stairways had been blocked off, your adrenaline had been pumping before you had finally met up with a group of warriors and other civilians.

Ones that seemed to know the direction that they were going in, ones that cut down orcs that rounded corners or sacrificed themselves to keep the balrogs distracted. Your group of six guards had dwindled down to two and yet the civilians seemed to keep growing as you ran. From a meager four people to well over twelve, each of you inviting and hurrying new stranded elves and mortals alike trying to hurry and help them towards the tunnel. Though the number never seemed to stay consistent.

No matter where you ran was there fire and ash, billowing up to the skies, blackening it’s perfect blue. Your ears ringing as you listened and watched as buildings would crumble and crack and fall to their ruin, rubble threatening to fall atop of you. You were lucky to save yourself when you looked up to see the massive careening piece fall from the sky and almost onto you.

Jumping as you were simultaneously pulled out of the way by another person, you could feel the heat of fire licking at your skin. As dragons fire rained down overhead. Lashing out and roasting others alive much to your horror and that of your companions. But you all knew you couldn’t stop, if you did… you’d be like those who did… You only hoped that you were successful in your escape.

Praying to Eru- begging and pleading to him for your safe route out of this mess. Praying and pleading that Galdor was safe and sound, what little you let your thoughts stray it was of concern of your husband. You hoped he was alive, that he was okay, and in one piece. The horrific ideas of the ways he could die had played out in your mind when you weren’t too focused on the surrounding areas. Trying to make sure you didn’t die as well.

It was only after what felt like hours of running did you seem to finally arrive to the tunnel, losing or gaining people as you went along. Several Lords were standing guard, including your Galdor. Immediately you ran to him, as he seemed distracted caught up in the hysteria and trying to usher people, but the moment he saw you, his heart filled with relief.

You were alive! In one piece and not a scratch on you. It was more than what Galdor could ask for as you hurriedly embraced him. His forehead immediately coming to rest against yours as you both basked for a moment in each other, knowing that you were both alive and well for now.

“Praise Eru! I worried after the first two hours- I feared the worst.” Galdor confided to you, usually… Egalmoth would have something snarky to say. Something to rush this moment, but he didn’t understanding this might be the last time the two of you see each other. Even he didn’t have the heart to ruin or rush this moment. So he simply stepped up and forward, taking over his position.

Tears filled your eyes, spilling over leaving a fresh trail of salty water down your soot stained cheeks, from all the smoke and fire.

“And I praise Eru you are here and alright. Are you coming with us? Please tell me you are.” You pleaded desperately as you held onto his strong arms that were covered in padding and armor. Yet before you could answer all you could hear was the sound of approaching goblins and orcs. They had yet to see the tunnel but from the sounds of it, if they were not stopped they’d be upon you soon.

“Go, you must go!” Galdor said pulling away from you, his usually calm demeanor was gone. The moment of relief had melted away, yet your hands didn’t release his arms and it hindered him only a little as he was reluctant to pull away from you.

“Galdor-! Are you-”

“I’ll be right behind you, melmë! Go! Now!” Galdor urged and rushed, finally pulling away from you as a civilian grabbed hold of your tunic and began to pull you along. You hesitated to go, looking back and only watching as he disappeared around the corner, with screams of horror from other elves and humans alike.

It was the wake up call you needed to run through the tunnel and you didn’t stop. Not with relief as you saw Lord Glorfindel or heard the sound of Lord Egalmoth’s voice, and your terror only became worse when you heard the roar of the balrog that threatened you and everyone else. All of you breaking into a harder run, while Glorfindel ran past all of you and in the direction of danger.

You couldn’t breathe, your lungs burned from smoke and ash and running- as your legs burned with every hard step you took running. You didn’t look back as cheer erupted, and the screeching sound of the dying balrog met your ears. But it had been short lived as again cries erupted for Lord Glorfindel.

You couldn’t bring yourself to turn around to see his demise, you couldn’t handle anymore. The grief would be too much, the stress would finally get to you and you would fade away right then and there. Your body would just turn to ash like the rest of Gondolin while your fëa would flee to Mandos.

You didn’t want to abandon Galdor if there was a chance he was still alive. You’d hang on with every fiber in your being to be there for when you all found safety.

None of you stopped as you finally exited the tunnels, not even to look back on the burning and plundering mess of what was once your fair city. The sky still clouded in smokey, though stars of Varda started to glitter their way through the further you got away from its ruin. There was a mess of elves stopping, some still going, some turning back.

Trying to find loved ones, others unable to continue on for now, others hoping to help whatever stragglers were still behind. Aiding Egalmoth in wrangling the crowd and getting you all some place safe, and you simply followed the Lord.

Your King was gone, some Lords you could hear had fallen in Gondolin, and the words of how Maeglin was a traitor quickly spread throughout. Lowering morale and making everyone feel like giving up, now that you had lost your homes and safe haven. Though Egalmoth didn’t let it deter any of you as he encouraged or everyone to press onwards.

Leading you for days through places you hadn’t been before, and if he was uncertain of where he was heading… He surely didn’t show it. Others branching off to Doriath… Though rumor held it had been destroyed. But that didn’t stop others from seeking it out, while whispers aroused of the Havens of Sirion and Arvernien.

With Tuor and Idril at the Helm of leading you there. Claiming it was one of the last safe places of Beleriand… Save maybe Ossiriand. But it would take weeks of treachery to get through to there. Where as this march was only taking days.

When you arrived you were all surprised to see so many Sinda there. Though they all welcomed you with open arms, especially as Tuor and Idril spoke with those around them… perhaps in charge or something of that nature. Others rushed to welcome you into their home, offering food and bandaging the wounded.

While everyone felt and found their kindred spirits in those from Doriath, having heard officially of its Fall and Sacking. You could scarcely find relief, your nerves never having dwindled as your mind could finally “settle”. Settling to wander back towards Galdor.

Wondering where he was. He said he was right behind you… You know he had a duty to Gondolin. But apart of you wish that he didn’t and that he could’ve been selfish and followed with you instead. You wished he didn’t had to have run head first into danger the way he did.

You hoped he survived, Egalmoth had not spoken a word to you about your husband. Simply keeping to his duties, yet you couldn’t find the words to speak to Egalmoth either, because a part of you didn’t want to know if he didn’t survive. Not yet at least, not ever… But you knew you’d be met with reality sooner or later.

While the Sinda offered you places to stay seeing as so many refugees continued to pour in from Gondolin, you stayed put firmly near the entrance of the Haven the Sinda and even- as you learned- other Noldor from Nargothrond had begun to built.

In a meager tent, shellshocked and quiet. Not speaking to anyone, you could’ve sworn Egalmoth came and sat with you a time or two. Though he said nothing, there was no reassurance, and he didn’t want to give you false hope about anything. You stood patiently at the entrance when you saw large groups approach, busying your hands with rations of food or medical items, fresh blankets or clothes.

Looking over every face and every person of stature, looking over every soldier that came in. Everyone in glittering mail with the crest of the House of the Tree on it. No one recognized you, naturally and you hardly recognized them. Yet none of them still uttered anything of Galdor.

You reached over into one of the crates picking up a skin of water, and ration of lembas when your eyes fell on the ner in front of you. With familiar light eyes, brown hair that had been covered in soot, and mess from being in a helm that was long abandoned. They didn’t take the rations from your hands, they let out a cry of relief as they grabbed your wrists and pulled you into them.

You were met with cold, dirty armor, but you felt arms wrap around your shoulders and hold you close. You froze in your place, it had all happened so fast, you hardly knew what to make of it!

“Melmë you’re alive!” Galdor said as he rested his chin on your head, and immediately a cry left your lefts as you dropped the rations and wrapped your arms around his armored chest and body. Clutching onto him as tightly as you could.

Relief flooded you and you felt faint, grateful he had such a strong hold on you as you felt as though your legs might give out. Your heart pounding fervently in your chest, and the tears spilled from your eyes,

“Oh Galdor! I thought I lost you!” You sobbed out to him as you did your best to cling tightly to your husband. His arms only winding snugger around you, and you didn’t dare complain of discomfort, you’d take all the poking of his armor on your body in the world to keep having this moment with him. It was a reminder that it was real, that you weren’t imagining it, he was really here with you.

After a moment, Galdor gently pulled away from you, though he kept you in his hold. Coming to press his forehead to yours immediately, still wanting closeness. He smelled of smoke and ash, but you didn’t care. He was here with you.

“I told you, Y/N… I was right behind you.” Galdor said to you softly as you released your hold on his waist, coming to bring your hands to his face. Cupping his jaw and holding him close, you closed your eyes, savoring the feel of his breath tickling your face, the warmth of his skin against yours.

You didn’t care what sooth or blood got on you and your clothes, you were just happy to finally have him in your arms. Galdor sighed out in relief, his heart finally beating steadily instead of pounding with worry. His fears eased knowing that you were here the whole time and safe and sound.

“Yes… You certainly were, my love… Are you alright? Are you hurt? Do you need to see a Healer?” You asked as your thumbs gently stroked his face, rubbing away grime and dirt. Galdor only pulled you closer into him, and he began to shake his head, before turning it to kiss the inside of your palm.

“No, no I am uninjured. I could use a bath though.” He said with a half hearted sigh or maybe even a chuckle if that was what you wanted to call it. You nodded at his words,

“We can get you one, hopefully a hot one you deserve it! I am just so happy you’re alive!” You said eagerly with glee before you released his face and wrapped your arms around his neck. Galdor willingly went with motions and buried his face into your shoulder, taking slow and steady deep breaths, breathing in the unfamiliar scent of plain soap- opposed to your usual scented oils and soaps. But it was undeniably you and not some fever dream.

“As am I, Y/N.” Galdor said softly, and there was a note of exhaustion finally hitting his voice. Finally he could be tired and unwind from the chaos. There was still much to be done… But for now he could breathe.

“Come let us find you a place to bathe and to lay your head down, my love.” You said softly to him, gently pulling away. Galdor raised his head, but put his arm around your shoulder. The two of you walking away and finally heading off to some place to rest. Grateful to be reunited after the Fall.

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rileyclaw · 1 year

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girl you gotta stop being a Distraction he's trying to work!!

#jk hes totally used to it.#del DOES insist willow help around the grove sometimes btw (<-- delusional)#she helps with the palistrom trees.#“hunter bring ur gf around. we need to help these saplings along” “oh ok”#sorry my huntlow demons were really annoying today </3 #the owl house #toh #toh spoilers #toh s3 #huntlow #hunter toh #willow park #my art #fan art

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Misty sheepyard

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chimaeraonwards · 10 months

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no ai generated content will ever compare to the absolutely cartoonishly evil plot to cut down trees to prevent workers from striking to get livable wage.

#tree law #sag strike #wga strike #also also it can be hard to admit but the US does set some industry standards so although im on the other side of the world its concerning!!#if bigwigs at US companies are screwing out their own workers what would this mean for those producing content in other countries?#what about our own local production companies that model american production houses?#oh we cant pay you a living wage cause thats industry standard. dont believe me? here is what a writer at X USA company at X TV show earns #also if you “cant afford” to pay your creatives a living wage then maybe you shouldnt be in charge #so yeah #i think this whole strike thing will affect more than just the US #just fucking pay your creatives

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doodle-pops · 9 months

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Dating Galdor Would Include...

·⊰ First of all, I don’t think or believe that there will ever be a problem in dating this soft elf. He’s not a people pleaser, but he does his best to put you first and ensure that all your needs and wants are achieved.

·⊰ He adores it when you show interest in his work which leads to him grabbing you by the hand and leading you to his garden to show you all about his plants and flowers, giving you a private tour.

·⊰ He is an excellent cook, so do expect to receive hand-cooked meals for your lunch and dinner dates, even for breakfast. There are times he’d invite you over to cook with him, it’s okay if you don’t know how to cook, he’d teach you with a kind smile on his face, patiently.

·⊰ Despite being a Lord and having many riches, Galdor loves to spoil you with more plants as his form of love language. Since he's aware of all the meanings behind each of his plants, you're receiving a fresh bouquet of flower each day that carries a new significances to how wonderful you are.

·⊰ All your walks are done in the gardens as well as picnics. He has probably built a stream in his private gardens so that you two can go for a mini sail or a slash when the day is hot.

·⊰ He enjoys taking you to balls so he can dance with you the entire night. He won’t even let anyone else have a chance to dance with you—it’s not done out of jealousy—it’s just that he loves the feeling he gets when he’s holding you in his arms.

·⊰ He isn’t strict on rules and society like a few other people, so he’s willing to be silly and wild with you without worrying about what others will say. In his thoughts “If it makes you happy, it makes him happy”.

·⊰ He’s a funny elf, not on the same level as Glorfindel or Egalmoth, but he’s ever funny. He loves to make you laugh when the moment calls for it, but he does behave when it’s serious events and the moment doesn’t call for it though.

·⊰ Cuddling is a must for him, he enjoys it more than you’ll even believe. Because he isn’t that energetic, it’s easy to catch him anytime for a cuddling session. He’s always down for being wrapped up in your arms. Most of the time, 9 out of 10, he has fallen asleep to you petting his hair.

·⊰ Not someone overly stylish but does ensure that he is well dressed, he loves it when you braid his hair for him or sometimes pick out his attire. He doesn’t complain if the braids are mismatched or uneven, it’s the thoughts that count, and he’ll proudly wear them to court meeting. If anyone mentions them, he’d just look at them questioningly and carry about his day.

·⊰ That was perhaps the first time anyone had ever seen him displeased in a long time and for you, he’s very protective of you. He doesn’t appreciate when people bad-mouth you either to your face or behind, he doesn’t tolerate it.

·⊰ He does go about dealing with the situation calmly, too calmly, which is what scares people. He just wants to love and protect and keep you safe at all times and cherish you.

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