#rog x reader

[doodle-pops]

Think You Can Warm Me Up

[Elves and Cockwarming x reader]

Request: What elves do you think would like cock-warming? - anon

A/N: This was a lot of elves to think for since I've added more over the months gone by. Enjoy!!!

Warning: smut, cockwarming

More: Brat Taming

Loves it – sometimes when they’re too busy to have sex with you but you want to feel them, they’ll suggest you sit on their lap, only to feel them raising your body slightly to slide themselves into you. When you lift your hips to move, their hands will be planted firmly on your waist with a stern look on their faces warning you to stay still. They’ll keep their hands on your waist, using it to pull you closer to rest against their chest and hold you down. Some use it for punishment when your bratty side comes out. They’ll rile you up by making out with you, having you grind on them feeling as though you two are about to have sex, but then when you’re about to ride them, they’ll lean in to whisper, “Not so fast love, no moving, sit right there and stay still or I’ll leave you empty. You thought I’d just give in and give you what you wanted, my poor confused little one” Other times, they’d use it to literally warm themselves up. When you two are relaxing as such, they’d throw the suggestion out to you and once you agree, the two of you will just be lounging about with their cock buried in you, staying warm. There are times you’ve fallen asleep with them buried in you. “You feel so warm and tight love, stop shifting so much, just stay still. This feels good, now we can cuddle.”

MAEDHROS, Maglor, CELEBRIMBOR, FINGOLFIN, FINGON, Finarfin, FINROD, AEGNOR, GLORFINDEL, GALDOR, BELEG, Rog, Elrond

Hates it – the first time you suggest the act, they were down to try it, but once you sank your warm hole onto their cock, it was over for them. Their hands would immediately shoot out to grab your waist, urging you to move but you’ll simply push it away and lean into their chest informing them that you’re not supposed to move. “It’s called cockwarming for a reason. Now stay still. Don’t get mad, remember you agreed to this, so sit and enjoy it.” This was absolute torture for them, they couldn’t take it anymore. Knowing that if they moved their hips right then, you’d probably hop off and that wasn’t part of their plan. Waiting till you were settled in and comfortable, with ease, their hands would sneak around your waist holding you firmly to their chest and without any warning, begin thrusting into you. You’d admit that this was not how you planned the session to go but with the way the tip of their cock was brushing against your soft spot, your moans gave it away. Now whenever you suggest it to them, they’d smile at you saying that they’ll behave, only to abuse your heat as soon as you sink down on their cock. The longest they’ve ever lasted was five seconds. “If you really thought I’d sit through all that torture, you’re absolutely wrong. Now be a good girl/boy and enjoy my cock.”

FEANOR, CELEGORM, Curufin, Turgon, ARGON, ANGROD, EGALMOTH, ECTHELION, MAEGLIN, ELLADAN

Mixed feelings – one minute it’s torture for them the other it’s blissful. It just all depends on their mood not so much yours. If they’re tired and just want to be warmed or you want to feel them, they’d let you go ahead without interrupting you. They’d simply wrap their arms around you and pull you in closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead and drifting off to sleep. Other times it’s when they’re busy doing paperwork and could do with a little relief. Letting you sit on their lap with the table hiding their cock buried deep in your heat, they’d let you lean into them so they could continue their work. “This feels good, didn’t think I’d be needing this, but after I’m finished here, I’d bend you over this table for a good fuck, hmm.” When you’re teasing them all day and acting up and then decide it’s time to kick it up a notch by making them feel you were about to ride them after your tedious torture only to sit still on their cock, now you’re just asking for it. They’d be grinding their teeth the entire time when you tell them not to move while pretending to do something important, informing them that when you’re finished then you two can go at it, they’re not going to listen, not when you were suffocating their cock. They wouldn’t care at that point, so say goodbye to whatever it was that you were doing. “Don’t you think this is a little too much love, don’t you think this has gone on for too long because I think so as well. How about we change that by having me fuck you, now.”

Maedhros, MAGLOR, CARANTHIR, Amrod, Fingolfin, FINGON, TURGON, FINARFIN, Finrod, AEGNOR, Glorfindel, GALDOR, Egalmoth, ROG, ERESTOR

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[mur4sak1]

How would elves behave during an argument?

A/N: Remember that English is not my first language so I hope I wrote in the best way <3

Characters: Rog, Galdor, Glorfindel, Maedhros, Legolas (bonus)

Rog: guys, this elf would be really scary. Contrary to what you might think, he would lose his temper very easily; he works all day in the darkness of the forges and when he leaves he just wants to have a good rest, so further stress from an argument would drive him out of his mind. He's the typical person who screams without thinking twice and says things he doesn't mean in anger. His way would destroy you every time, making you burst into tears from how bad he made you feel... but as soon as he saw a small tear running down your face he fell silent, forgetting everything that was happening; Was it him who made you like this? He was making the only person who loved him and who had always supported him in his darkest moments cry. He would stay still for some time, with a thousand thoughts in his head when a louder sob from you would bring him back to reality. He would apologize to you but he would do it without meeting your gaze, he is suffering too much for what he did and he wouldn't have the courage to see your destroyed expression. But you knew that he loves you more than anything after all. With difficulty you would get up and hug him as tight as possible, telling him that everything was fine, that you knew he didn't think those things and that you loved him... You couldn't see his face, but a tear fell from his eyes.

Galdor: NOW LET'S ALL GIVE A HUG TO THIS WONDERFUL ELF TOGETHER. He would always try to find a solution peacefully, without discussions and the need to argue, but if this happens you should not fear anything from him. He would NEVER scream, he would NEVER raise his voice, he would NEVER say anything mean to you just to hurt you or win the argument. I mean, it would be fantastic. Maybe due to particular circumstances you would have become so upset that you felt angry against the elf, but in any case he would have spoken to you in a calm and reasonable tone, making you understand that you didn't need to react that way. If the pain brought you to tears, he would hug you and console you like a defenseless child, helping you and trying to get you to vent so that he could fully understand what was troubling you so as to avoid misunderstandings. Galdor would have been able to understand and love you more than anyone else, always.

Glorfindel: It was rare to argue with the blond elf, but sometimes it happened and the situation became quite lively. Glorfindel always tried to keep his problems to himself and not involve others because he was convinced that difficult moments should only be faced with those you love. Furthermore, he certainly wanted to avoid all that useless gossip that many elves had on any topic that might attract their curiosity. Although his character was often extroverted and playful even in the saddest situations for this reason, when he argued with you it wasn't uncommon to hear shouts and snorts coming from your rooms. They would not be screams that expressed malice, but screams that asked to be listened to; it was natural for him to raise his voice when he wasn't listened to and in that way he expressed all his frustration and the pain that the discussion with you was bringing him. He always acted for your good and feeling attacked made him suffer, he wondered what he was doing wrong, what more did you want from him. But the intense mix of emotions inside him prevented him from acting rationally, forgetting how to express them and focusing only on everything you said. After a long time arguing like this you would have reached the point of being exhausted and progressively raising your voice would have left you breathless. You would stop to breathe for a fraction of seconds, with the certainty that everything would soon start again. But after rubbing your eyes, you looked at your elf's face and saw in him all the pain that he was trying to say to you through his tone of voice; his fists were clodes, his head was bowed, his forehead shiny with sweat and a few blond hairs stuck to it. In an instant you understood everything... You breathed a heavy sigh and quickly approached him to hug him, starting to beg him to forgive you and sobbing heavily between one apology and another... Caught off guard, after a few seconds he relaxed his arms and reciprocated the hug. Finally he let himself go to his feelings; he rested his head on your head and the wet of sweat combined with the wetness of a few tears. So he was able to express everything he felt and only at that point would you be able to clarify and return to being happy and in love as always "I just want to always be perfect for you".

Maedhros: I'm sure fights with the red-head would be very peaceful. Having grown up in a large family and in the role of an older brother, he had developed a lot of patience thanks to which he could easily handle any type of conflict with you. Contrary to what many might think, after Angbad Mae would not have vented the pain on you with shouts and insults, but quite the opposite. After the terrible torture he suffered, the only thing he wanted was to feel accepted and in you he found his salvation; in all the darkest moments where his mind couldn't differentiate reality from dreams you were there by his side to help him, without ever making him feel wrong and making him understand how strong he was to have overcome such a trauma. For this reason, he would feel like a terrible elf during arguments. He only wanted to offer you the support that you represented to him every day but instead he felt more like a burden to you. This would make him cry a lot, but in silence and alone, because he feared that with every little clash you would abandon him. He just needed time, time to understand that you would never, ever abandon him; you always told him that you loved him more than anyone else and that he needed your support to be able to return to the sweet, confident elf he once was, and you would do anything to help him. Needless to say, every time the arguments were resolved without even face them... there was too much love that bound your hearts to ruin it for superficial reasons.

BONUS. Legolas: So, I honestly see Legolas as the kind of elf who would be capable of walking away during an argument. Perhaps due to stress, lack of patience or lack of desire for confrontation, he could stop the conversation, pick up and leave the place where you were. But in reality his behavior would be the solution to the problem. In fact, the much anger that you had accumulated would have faded with distance and the passage of time and would have made both of you understand how much you cared for each other. Solitude would have helped Legolas to think clearly about the problem and find a possible solution to make them both happy. When you met again you would have made peace, both apologizing for your abrupt ways and organizing something to spend the evening together.

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[elficially-done-with-life]

The Calm After The Storm

Pairing: Rog x fem!Reader

Summary: After the fall of Gondolin, Rog and you, his wife, are on the run and hide in the forest. After he falls into a very deep sleep, you think his breathing stopped and you start having a breakdown.

Warnings: crying, mentions of the fall of Gondolin

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When Rog woke up, he had forgotten about the events of the previous day for a very brief moment. Forgotten that your home had burned. He had forgotten about the look of despair on your face, which was more painful than watching the city burn. Forgotten how your trembling hand had felt in his when you had fled hand in hand with nothing but the clothes on your bodies.

But then it all came flooding back when he heard a sound he hated more than anything: your crying. He hated it because it meant you were sad, and that was something he never wanted for you.

This whole day had left quite a mark on him. He had been Morgoth's prisoner before, and knowing that Rog had so narrowly escaped him made his heart skip a beat.

But what made him even more upset was the fact that you had so narrowly escaped that fate. He himself would rather have died than go back, but you... You were so kind and compassionate, he didn't think you would have been able to take that step. And he knew that he wouldn't have been able to save you from this fate either. And that thought scared him.

It took a while for his muscles to obey him, but he soon managed to sit up.

And what he saw broke his heart. There you were, his beautiful wife, with tear-stained cheeks, red swollen eyes and a shocked expression on your face.

And when you opened your mouth, his heart sank.

"I- I thought you were dead," you shudder and a new wave of tears escaped your eyes.

"Melmë, what makes you think that?" His trembling hands gripped yours and he squeezed them tightly. "I am here. I'm all right. Everything is fine, we-" He swallowed. "-We can do this."

"You were sleeping so deeply I- I thought- "you swallowed desperately and sniffled."- I thought you had stopped breathing." Before he could reply, you squeezed his hands tightly. "You must not- not you too. I- I cannot live without you, Rog! You are all I have left. I know it is selfish, but- but please don't go!"

He lifted a hand to place it on your cheek and you nestled your cheek against his palm.

"I am not going anywhere. I would never think of leaving you. You are my world, my everything." Rog leaned forward and gently kissed your lips. "We can do this, together."

Slowly, your tears dried up and you breathed in deeper. You didn't say anything for a while, and Rog knew that you were both more or less unconsciously listening for sounds in the dark of the forest. It hurt Rog a lot that you had to lead such a life now, full of fear and uncertainty, and he would try to do everything he could to make it better again. To make you happy again.

"Come here." he said as you flinched in fear when a small frog jumped out of a nearby bush. Animals could also be Morgoth's spies, but Rog was sure this wasn't one of them. He had developed some kind of instinct for them over time. Besides, he didn't think Morgoth was really looking for you, after all, you two weren't important to him.

He pulled gently on your arm and made you snuggle up to him with your ear directly over his chest so that you could always hear his heartbeat and know that he was still with you.

"Get some sleep, Melmë. I will keep watch." He gently kissed your hair and wrapped one arm around your waist and began to massage gentle circles into your hip. He used his other hand to gently caress the soft skin of your cheek with his knuckles. "As long as we have each other, all is good, and I have no intention of leaving."

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[lamemaster]

The Prince My Sister Speaks Of

Pairing: Rog x Reader'

Summary: Rog carries within his heart these stolen pieces of you. He has loved you from the very first moment of meeting you. His affections for you, however, remain a well-kept secret.

AN: I really wanted to participate in this event. So, here's my entry.

Rog pines. He does so as his hammer shapes the seething metal, he does so as he sits in lengthy meetings. He would rather perish pining for you than witness another fate.

For a looming hardy smith, Rog's heart is nothing but the softest cotton for you. It blooms from a single glance by you and weaves itself into a thread to make a tapestry of you.

Even now as you chase after a giggling princess Idril, Rog's eyes follow your every movement. You are Lady Elenwe's sister, thus, Idril's aunt.

You had left Valinor following your sister. Rog wasn't there to witness your journey or your loss. His life had started on the shores of Middle Earth separated by seas, it was a wonder that Rog's path had somehow met yours.

You carry in you the light of Aman. The entire city of Gondolin knows of you. King Turgon's sister-in-law, who resides in the world of dreams.

A romanticist. You are a dreamer. A soul who walks the paths of Gondolin with a skip in their step, crouching among stacks of books all detailing deeds of love. During dark solitary nights when most scurry to light lamps or find comfort in their homes, you are found staring dreamily into the sky that holds all of Varda's creations.

Maybe that is the reason why King Turgon entrusts you completely with his treasured daughter.

You have looked after Princess Idril ever since your sister's death. Not even an ounce of darkness has come to the princess in your wake. It is said when the entire family grieved for Lady Elenwe's death, you were there holding on to your niece, singing her a soothing lullaby.

Rog carries within his heart these stolen pieces of you. He has loved you from the very first moment of meeting you. His affections for you, however, remain a well-kept secret.

The room pulses with an inexplicable heat, perhaps a result of the wine flowing freely among the company. King Turgon succumbed to intoxication long ago, his alcohol tolerance no match for the revelry.

Glorfindel and Ecthelion remain locked in conquest over the coveted loveseat. The others have long abandoned any attempts to intervene, letting the two elves sort out their seating dispute in their own boisterous manner.

Penlod, wisely, chose solitude over the rowdiness of the gathering, seeking refuge in this quieter corner. Meanwhile, Egalmoth has shifted his focus from the merriment to engage in what seems like profound conversations with the sapphires adorning his crown.

And then there's you — comfortably nestled on the chaise, a half-filled glass of wine cradled in your hand, your cheeks flushed from the abundant indulgence.

Yet, amid this chaotic scene, a world-altering event remains unnoticed by the intoxicated crowd. Rog, a pillar of unwavering composure, sits with unflinching poise. His back is as straight as a spear, seemingly impervious to the revelry around him. The wine in his glass ripples with the faint tremors he can barely conceal.

The epicenter of this upheaval? You. Leaning heavily against Rog, your head rests trustingly on his broad shoulder. Your hair cascades like a waterfall down his back, and the warmth of your breath skims his neck as you mumble incoherent words.

For Rog, each beat of his heart resounds louder than the clamor of his own forge. Your hushed, unintelligible utterances, so close to his ear, send ripples of both trepidation and exhilaration through him.

"She said emm she said... that I would marry a prince," your tipsy murmurs reach Rog's ears, your lips brushing temptingly close. He takes measured breaths, attempting to steady his racing heart as your ramblings persist. "Elenwe said that...," the mention of your sister stirs an involuntary twitch from Turgon even in his slumber, though you seem blissfully unaware. "but prince work in forge like Feanor did...then are you the prince? My prince?" you query, your voice a delicate melody that winds its way into Rog's very soul.

A prince...a concept so alien to him, a notion he could have never imagined. You, who were not born of royalty, now address him with a term that feels foreign yet tantalizingly sweet. As you delicately set aside your glass, Rog's world shifts. Your warmth leaves him, though the lingering sensation of your touch remains etched upon his skin.

Turning back towards him, you rise unsteadily, your hands finding purchase on his sturdy shoulders. Your bleary smile, a radiant beacon amid the haze of the room, holds a magnetic pull. Rog's lips twitch, the desire to mirror your expression warring with the taut control he maintains.

Your hands cup his rugged face, drawing his gaze into the depths of your eyes. In this intimate moment, your voice is a whisper, softer than a sigh, "Will you be my prince, Rog? Will you fulfill the prophecy my sister shared? Will you wed me?" The words hang in the air, untainted by the usual lilt of jest or the haze of inebriation. They are a genuine inquiry, vulnerable and heartfelt.

Rog's heart, once a forge that shaped the mightiest of metals, now hammers erratically within his chest. His dark eyes, a reflection of his internal turmoil, search yours for any trace of jest or illusion. But what he finds is unwavering sincerity, a truth that cuts through the haze of the evening.

From the stacked towers of your books to the winding paths of Gondolin your eyes always find him. The Lord of the house of Hammer of Wrath.

You can't help but muse about the way his eyes shine under the light of the Sun. Or how desperately you ward off elleth lingering about his forge.

These days even your darling niece, Idril finds immense joy in rushing into her father's office specifically during meetings with a certain lord. And you can't help but follow Idril with a fluttering heart.

On starry nights with no company in sight, you can't help but ask Elenwe, "Is he the one your stories spoke of?"

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[theelvenhaven]

Rog NSFW Alphabet

Request: hello, for a request would you be willing to do a Rog NSFW alphabet? i love him and cannot get enough of him and was very happy to see the Rog appreciators come out of the woodworks during confessions a few weeks ago. if not, no biggie, thanks for taking the time to read this & have a lovely day &lt;3

A/N: Hey nonnie I was so willing to a Rog NSFW Alphabet. I also don't think @saviorsong would let me live it down if I didn't do it. I love it when the Rog Lovers show up for Confession Night. It's my fave. I Hope you have a love day to anon!

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A - Aftercare

Rog is very big into aftercare. It is an important part of sex to him, he wants to make sure that you are well taken care of and that nothing is amiss after the two of you had made love to one another. He’s gentle in speaking with you, he asks you if you are alright and feeling okay, and he helps clean you up. Preferably with a nice soak in the bathtub, and with him carrying you there. 

B - Body Part

Rog’s favorite body part is either his arms or his chest, he loves how big and strong both are. He loves that he is strong enough to hold you up and fuck you against a wall, or that his chest is perfectly capable of being the place for you to lay your hands on him when you’re on top. It’s a bigger bonus after sex to have you lay your head there and just listen to his heartbeat. 

On you Rog’s favorite body part is your chest/breasts. He is a simple ner with simple tastes, and a well sculpted chest or breasts of any kind certainly captivate him. He loves how soft they are and loves to use them as a very convenient place to stick his hand while he’s taking you from behind. He also loves that they can bring you pleasure if he plays with your nipples using his fingers or his mouth.

C - Cum

Rog has a preference for cumming on you, preferably on that pretty chest/breasts of yours. There’s something so hot about seeing you covered in his cum in his favorite place. He’s not really ready for the responsibility to become a parent until there’s been a long discussion in place between the two of you.

D - Dirty Secret

Rog loves the idea of you tying him up despite his usual dominant role. There’s something about losing control and having you pleasure him or yourself on top of him where he can’t do anything about it really gets him turned on. But it’s not information he is very forthcoming with and would take lots of prying to get it out of him. 

E - Experience

Rog doesn’t have much experience, while Rog is attractive his more muscular bulky build has been rather intimidating for the other party that may have taken interest. So he is definitely learning the ropes as he goes, and really takes his time with you. 

F - Favorite Positions

Rog is not picky about positions, if anything he loves to be able to manhandle you into positions if you give him the okay. Rog will pick you up and move and bend you to his will- with your consent though. If he had to choose a safer position it would definitely be missionary or you on top, he likes to watch your breasts/chest move and play with your nipples as you fuck into one another.

G - Goofy

Rog can absolutely be silly during the act, while he knows its serious, smiles and breathy laughs are completely and totally welcome from you. He enjoys knowing you are enjoying your time together and that you are happy with him and what is happening. Rog can also be a bit immature so he really will aim to get a laugh or two out of you. 

H - Hair

If Rog had hair, it would be trimmed down but not so close to the skin. So there’d still be a bit of a thicker patch of pubic hair. 

I - Intimacy 

Rog prefers intimacy over fast paced fucking. He loves being close with you, indulging you with lots of kisses and affection. His hands wandering all over you and his mouth sucking and nipping wherever it is he pleases.

J - Jack Off

Rog has never been afraid to masturbate. While he prefers to have sex with you to give himself relief and pleasure, if the wait is too long or you are unavailable he isn’t afraid to be able to take care of himself. Let alone he takes his time to really enjoy just how good it feels to jerk off. 

K - Kink

Rog loves having you in a more submissive role, because Rog loves to manhandle you into many many positions if you will let him. He just lifts you up with such ease and there’s something so sexy about you being bent and moved about to his will. Rog also loves temperature play preferably heat if you use it on him- like hot wax or having sex in the hot forge alone. Rog also has a size kink, and enjoys how little you are compared to him.

L - Location

Rog has no preference for location, his only requirement is that it can be done privately. He doesn’t like to be watched or people to stumble on you. If the forge is empty for the night? He will absolutely take you there. Study, office, the bedroom, anywhere in his House. If it’s private it’s free game. 

M - Motivation

His motivation is you, Rog loves and adores you so much. He loves to have a good time with you no matter what it is. Sex is just another way to have fun with you and indulge in everything about you. He loves to be with you and that is all the motivation he needs. 

N - No

It’s a given since Rog is so lighthearted and all about fun with you, hurting you- spankings, knife play, etc is off the table. But another no for Rog is spectators, he is not into voyeurism/exhibitionism. This is the time to be alone with you and enjoy one another, and he would prefer if there weren’t any nosy busy bodies that were there to interject/interfere with being with you in any way. 

O - Oral

Rog loves to give. LOVES to give. He will not hesitate to dive in between your legs and do anything he can to make you see stars and bring you pleasure. You are welcome to ride his face, fuck his mouth, to ask him to go down on you- Rog will do it. No questions asked, he loves it. 

Rog doesn’t expect you to be reciprocal, but if you are reciprocal he does love to have his cock sucked. It’s a tantalizing sight to see you try and take him down your throat, or for you to suck and lick his cock. He fully enjoys every moment of being with you. 

P - Pace

Rog prefers a more slow and intimate pacing, he doesn’t want the pleasure to end too soon or to feel like he has missed out on spending time with you. 

Q - Quickie

Occasionally quickies are on the table as he knows the passion can just be overwhelming and you two get heated and fuck away. But he totally expects there to be a longer session sometime that evening as he wants to enjoy you fully. 

R - Risks

Rog is not big into risks, save that he fucks beyond the bedroom. So that is as risky as things are going to get, anything that involves hurting you or getting caught is really not on his to do list. 

S - Stamina

Rog has fantastic stamina, and he will wear you out long before you can wear him down. He recovers quick and will go for as many rounds as you can handle.

T - Toys

Rog doesn’t mind toys at all! In fact you’ll probably find that he will make some for the bedroom if you ask him too. All manner of toys are absolutely welcome and he really loves the idea of making you a really pretty set of nipple clamps/jewelry to wear while you two have sex. 

U - Unfair

Rog can be surprisingly unfair outside of the bedroom. He loves to tease you, with playful kisses to your neck, a cheeky pinch on your ass, groping hands on your chest when no ones around while pressing his body into you. He loves to know he can make you weak in the knees and rile you up for whats coming later that night. 

As for being teased, Rog can take it on the outside but on the inside you are driving him crazy. He goes crazy for all your playful teasing, roughhousing, and wandering hands and kisses. He loves it when you whisper dirty things in his ears when he’s sitting down and you tell him what you are going to do to him. As soon as work is over with he is dragging you right off to the bedroom. 

V - Volume

Rog isn’t afraid to get loud and let you hear how good you are making him feel. With lots of moans and groans and praises that fall of his lips about how good you are making him feel, how skilled you are, how wonderful you feel. Rog will tell you exactly just how wonderful you are while you two are having sex. 

W - Wildcard

Rog loves to be manhandled in return, despite his big size, he is very go with the flow. If you start shoving and pushing and maneuvering, Rog will go with the flow. He loves the idea of you confidently taking charge and pushing him around for a change. 

X - XRay 

Rog is about average length, but for what he lacks in length he makes up for in girth. Thick to stretch you out and make sure you feel every single bit of him. 

Y - Yearning

Rog has an above average sex drive and is absolutely ready to go as soon as the teasing begins or he senses you are in the mood. 

Z - ZZZ

Rog won’t go to sleep until he is sure everything is all taken care of. He likes to make sure you are both clean, and happy and feeling loved in your relationship before the two of you hunker down to go to sleep. He usually likes to wait for you to fall asleep first. 

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[eunoiaastralwings]

Hey! First time requesting here, so I hope this one will be okay. How about Rog reuniting with reader he met during his captivity in Angband? He hasn't seen them ever since he escaped until one day reader finds their way to Gondolin. Reader is scarred and scared, but happy to see him and maybe it's a heartwarming reunion. And maybe after taking reader in, he made a habit to read for them since they had a poor eye sight so they couldn't see words properly and because they find his voice soothing like all those years ago in Angband.

Found Again

featuring rog x fem reader

fandom tolkien-the silmarillion

warnings slight angst, fluff, mention of captivity and torture, silm AU

a/n @animatorweirdo i hope you enjoy hun- changed it up just minor

Rog had been the forges as per usual – keeping the energy alive with his casual jokes but focus on his hammering on the iron still running through.

But the moment he heard the other smiths speaking of the lost and battered elf found near the gates of the hidden city – his voice and hammering slowly died down.

His eyes widened at the description that matched you without fail – his whole body was rigid for a moment as he let out shaky unbelieving breath.

Without another words – his body rushed out he doors of the forges his entire being bouncing joy to the depths of his soul.

His beat rapidly with each step.

Rog quickly asking for the directions to where you could be to many people – he couldn’t control his excitement today as he hastily asked and thanked him for letting him know about you – only to leave King Turgon rather confused and taken back at the head of the dinner table.

Even Princess Idril giggled at his antics as Rog was in and out the moment he heard of your placement.

His feet ran towards in the infirmary fast – as if he waited any longer his poor heart would break out of his own ribcage.

He remembered the countless nights together with you during the captivity – even though the dark and run-down walls of the cell you were the light that told him to keep fighting.

He remembered how you allowed him to hold you when you needed comfort – his strong arms would instantly wrap around you, and he would tell your great stories filled with only joy and laughter to make you smile when you were hurting.

Rog remembered how your eyes would shine every time he started telling you a story – smiling even as you fell asleep in his arms despite the pain you experienced earlier.

Rog rushed through the doors of infirmary – almost startling the healer in sights – the smile on his lips only growing as his eyes met with yours.

You sat quietly on the bed – almost afraid of the healers to touch you, jumping as the doors opened so suddenly.

Your eyes only widened more in recognition of you stood before you.

Your dry mouth refused to form words – but Rog was beside you in seconds, kneeing before you on the side of the bed – his hands gently cupping yours bruised hands.

“Y/N. . .?”

His voice was gentle and soothing – just like you always remembered it was.

His eyes sparkling like you remembered many a times – enough for you dream them.

You truly could not believe your eyes – your hands somewhat trembled in his before you slowly left then away from his hands and gently – and shakily – brought him to his face.

Though quite intimate you couldn’t stop yourself from cupping strong jawline and cheeks of his jawline – his smooth skin underneath your fingertips once again.

“. . . Rōka.”

You gently whispered – your voice meek and raspy from your journey to here.

He almost sighed in relief – not minding how your hands cupped his face. He frowned although he couldn’t deny how touch your hands on his face felt good and reviving.

“You’re safe. . . you’re here. . .”

Rog whispered – almost convincing himself before he grinned up at you excitedly.

Your heart fluttered seeing that smile again – how beautiful is was just as the day you last saw it.

Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’ll see that smile again – probably having to live again if possible, to see so – you thanked whatever luck you had by your side as you saw it again.

Rog stayed with you that afternoon – refusing to leave until you did was your healer instructed so.

Somethings frightened you – tools that looked strikingly like the weapons used in your captivity.

You were more than positive – if it weren’t for Rog’s comforting and familiar arms around you, you would have surely screamed and hit the healer’s hands or even kicked by self-defence – thinking the worst possible.

Rog had to even gently hold your arms sometimes – seeing how violently tried to jerk away anything sharp or crushed plants.

You had refused to leave Rog’s side the following days – thinking it was only a dream and you truly hadn’t found his hidden elven paradise.

It was as if Rog was your only strength and courage to walk through and find yourself again.

Sometimes you had even stuck by his side in the forges – Rog did not seem to mind however, rather he was excited to show anything and everything.

You were a little afraid of the fire however – so he only kept you to see the little things.

He was always looking for ways to make you smile – make you feel welcome and at home.

It was Rog who took the initiative to help you introduce yourself to King Turgon – it was common curtesy after all to meet and acknowledge your king.

Rog stood tall beside you – aiding you in whatever you needed to say or do.

When Rog heard you had trouble sleeping it was broken his heart.

“Do try and rest, Y/N. . .”

He said gently after the healer once again instructed you to rest.

“I can’t. . .”

You mumbled quietly – your voice barely audible.

“I’m scared to. . .”

You admitted.

“Scared of what, elen?” (star).

He asked – his voice was tender laced with concern.

“Scared it’s. . . all a dream. . .”

You almost whimpered.

“Scared. . .I’ll close my eyes. . .then open them again only to see you gone. . .and I’m alone. . .*again*.”

You said scared – your bottom lip quivering.

Rog’s heart ached that your words and he gently shook his head.

“Never, elen. . .you have my word. . .you shall never be alone again – I’ll never let you be alone again. I’m right here, elen, always – I shall promise you that with my soul. . .”

He smiled – promising you tenderly with an unyielding determination within his voice.

A determination that inspired you.

“Read to me. . .?”

You smiled – your eyes softly connecting with his eyes.

“I was hoping you would ask.”

He grinned – pulling out the book he was eager to read to you.

You giggled at his excitement as you settled comfortably - listening to his voice bringing you to a safe slumber.

Your lips forming a fond smile as your eyes closed listening to every word that fell from his lips.

You finally felt safe once again. . . and it was all because of your Rōka. . . finally you were found again. . .

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hi! Can I request Rog x reader (flower crowns prompt) soft and fluffy please? Maybe they’re just having an afternoon together after Rog has been busy in the forge? Thank you!

Here you go!

“The gesture””

Pairing: Rog x Reader (Elf/Second person POV) | Location: Gardens of Gondolin | Prompt: Flower Crown

Themes: Soft

Warnings: None

Word count: 600+words

Summary: Rog comes upon you in the gardens of Gondolin, and agrees to stay a while before returning to the forge.

Summer came, and with it, a riot of flowers.

The gardens of Gondolin were awash in a riot of color, and the air smelled sweet whenever the wind rose and swept through the city. Rog found you here, seated under the shade of an old oak tree, embroidering broad strips of crisp, white silk ribbon. 

"Enjoying the sun, I see," he declared, more than a little amused.

You glanced at him after setting your sewing to the side, your own lips curling up at the corners. "Indeed. Will you not join me?"

He looked over his shoulder, back to where his forge was. Rog still had a great many things to do this day, and he could not afford to tarry.

"Please stay a little while," you implored. "You can always go back to the forge later."

Rog looks at you with deep wrinkles forming on his brow. Leaving his work half-complete was not something he was accustomed to doing. He opened his mouth to say much of the same, but you stopped him by saying, "Just this once, Rōka. You are always so busy. Please."

Honey-brown eyes flaked with gold softened upon your entreaty. "Very well, melda," Rog decided, thinking that perhaps he had indeed toiled away in the forge for too long. "I will stay with you."

Rog moved beside you and lay on the soft grass with his head on your lap. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, listening to the murmurs of passersby, the birds singing, and the soft rustling of leaves. Before long, a deep sense of peace overcame him.

"How was your day, melda?" He inquired after a while.

You started to hum and braid his hair. Rog did not mind. In fact, he liked the act. It made him feel cared for and pampered.

"Very good so far," you replied, picking up a strip of ribbon to weave into thick locks. Flowers were next. You settled on the yarrow that grew beside the tree, pleased with how the chilling white of their petals stood out even more against gleaming, inky black hair. "My friends and I went berry picking in the morning. And after peeking into the cellar we realized we may not have enough bottles for the preserves."

Rog chuckled softly. "Perhaps I should set my new apprentices the task of crafting glass jars. That should be a good lesson for them."

"Oh yes," you said, clapping your hands in delight. "That would be wonderful."

He smiled and let you carry on with your task. The moments drifted by blissfully. Rog felt the cares in his body melt away while you hummed and fussed over his braid, and your nimble fingers made quick work of weaving ribbon and flowers into each layer. Then you finished, but he stayed where he was, utterly content and too lazy to move. While he rested, you turned your attention to the flowers growing around you, plucking different blooms in different colors, hoping what you planned on making would please him.

After what seemed like an age, Rog finally opened his eyes, curious about what you had been up to while he was resting. "What are you doing, melda?"

You looked up from the flowers and ribbon you had been carefully teasing into shape. "A flower crown for you," you said, before plucking more flowers. "You always make such beautiful things for me that I wanted to make something for you for a change. Do you not like it?"

Rog raised his head to look at the crown that had already taken form in your hands and was deeply touched by the gesture.

"No diamond in the world looked finer! He declared softly and laid his head on your lap again. "I love it, melda. Truly. And I cannot wait to wear it once you have finished."

#Rog #Rog of the Hammer of Wrath #Rog of Gondolin #Rog x reader #x reader insert #reader insert request #lords of gondolin #soft #microfiction

[lovefairymina]

Rog, I think you make the loveliest jewelry *pecks his cheek* thank you for the new necklace, love.

Silence befell you both after the kiss. Rog had taken to moment to savour your lips upon his cheek by tenderly lifting his hand to touch the area. His finger softly brushed his cheeks, enjoying the butterflies floating around his stomach as he replayed the kiss.

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {rog} #silm imagines #rog #rog x you #rog x imagine #rog x reader #rôg #house of the hammer of wrath #lords of gondolin #gondolin #ondolinde #middle earth imagine

[caliawen]

Dating Rog (Headcannons)

Rog is a very jovial and carefree elf

He is very affectionate and loves to cuddle, hug, kiss, etc

If you’re okay with it, he loves to show you off to people, in a “look how lucky I am to have my partner, they’re perfect!”

If you’re not okay with it, it’s fine, he’ll just pamper you

He likes to pick you up and just move you around

“Haha, meleth, don’t be angry! You were trying to reach that shelf and weren’t capable of reaching it! I’m only helping you!”

Of course, if you seriously tell him to stop, he’ll respect your wishes

He is very patient and helpful with everything you come to him for help

If you feel sad because people talk bad about you, he’ll listen to you and reassure you, before taking care of the people who made you sad

If you’re anxious about something, he’ll do his best to take your mind off things and help you relax

If you’re angry about something, he’ll listen to you and help you exteriorize that anger

Rog loves to just be around you

He’s perfectly okay to talk to you, ramble on and on about a project if you’re not in the mood to talk

He’s also perfectly fine listening to you talk if you need to vent or just want to ramble about something you’re passionate about

Rog loves to pull pranks on his fellow Lords and friends

If you want to help him, he’s more than happy to execute his plan with you

Running away from an angry Egalmoth, an amused Glorfindel and an exasperated Turgon is always fun

If you’re okay with it, Rog will throw you over his shoulder and run away with you clinging to his shoulders to keep your balance

If you’re someone with a lot of imagination, he’s overjoyed to listen to your ideas and bring them to life

He’ll forge your dream jewelry or weapons and he’ll love every moment of it

“Here you go, darling! I really enjoyed making this piece!”

He’ll ramble on about every aspect of the project, love and joy in his eyes

@Caliawen

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[animatorweirdo]

Maedhros, Rog and Glorfindel with a thrall reader

(Nothing much. Hope you enjoy!)

Warnings: Mentions of captivity, mistrust, death, slavery, killing, torture. Violence, scars, comfort and trauma. 

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Maedhros 

-Former thralls taking refuge in Himring were nothing new to Maedhros. He knew what they went through, so he welcomed them after making sure they weren’t possible threats and spies heavily influenced by Morgoth’s corruption. 

-He was no fool, so he was careful who to let in and keep out of his fortress despite the opinions of others who would rather see all of them out without giving them a chance. 

-It was because of the darkness that touched their kin ages ago, and now they lingered as their mangled selves in the forms of orcs. It made the elves weary as they looked for the signs of the same corruption in the faces of the escapees. 

-You were one of the refugees, seeking shelter and food after escaping from the iron hell and traveling by foot. 

-Like all the other thralls, you looked scarred and tired and must have lived in Angband for a long time since you gained some grey strands of hair. Maedhros pitied you since you most likely suffered a lifetime in that place, and he knew too well how cruel and kind your captors were. 

-He gained interest in talking with you after a rude confrontation with one of his people. They had begun insulting you while you were waiting on the side for some food. It was unprovoked, so Maedhros considered coming to your defense since you did nothing to deserve the slander until he noticed how other thralls came to defend you from the elf. 

-They became aggressive and would have ended up in a fight if you didn’t interfere and tell them it was alright. Your fellow thralls calmed down, and you managed to persuade the elf to leave without trouble. 

-How you interacted with other thralls gained his interest because they seemed to respect you and didn’t hesitate to come to your defense. You also bore a smile after the confrontation, like it was funny and nothing too big to get agitated about, even though they scolded you for being too soft to handle such rudeness. 

-Maybe it was your calm and peaceful nature that attracted Maedhros to you as he soon found himself talking to you. 

-You were respectful and soft-spoken. Your first thought you were causing trouble when Maedhros came to meet you. He assured you were not causing any problem, nor was anyone you knew, but you did make him curious and wished to converse with you. 

-So you two began talking a bit. 

-The reason you waited aside was to wait for others to take their share of the food before taking some for yourself. 

-Maedhros thought you were too humble until you smiled and mentioned you couldn't care for others without horrible consequences, so you were glad you could now and not feeling guilty about it. 

-He was curious what you meant, but he concluded you were forced to decide for someone’s fate like he once had. A terrible choice no one should have to make. 

-You then mentioned you just simply enjoyed the food. 

-You had almost forgotten how many flavors there were in the world, so you just want to enjoy it and savor every taste with no hurry. 

-The distributed food was said to be tasteless and gross, but it was better than what you had eaten in years spent in Morgoth’s prison, so you thanked Maedhros for his kindness. 

-Maedhros found somewhat enjoyment in your positivity despite what you went through. 

-When he questioned about your connection with other thralls, you explained you helped them during the escape from the iron hell. You traveled together, so you grew some bonds and became protective of each other. 

-He was impressed and managed to conclude a plan that might help the former thralls and his people to reconnect and heal, and you agreed to help him with it through your connection with your fellow thralls. 

-Maedhros found camaraderie with you as time passed, and you two managed to help the refugees to live among the people of Himring. The skepticism somewhat managed to subside.

- Since you two shared the experience of being former thralls, Maedhros found enjoyment in your company, sometimes coming for a simple talk over tea. You were always very welcoming to him and sometimes shared new recipes you learned from others. 

-You found a new hobby in cooking. It was relaxing and helped you cope with the things from the past. It was easy to control your restless thoughts in the soothing process of mingling flavors and textures. And it gave joy to others as a bonus since you often had dinners with those you considered close. 

-Maedhros respected that since it showed you were gradually healing. He envied you since his way of coping was a bit unhealthy, and he had not really considered finding a new way to cope with his trauma. He had given up hope for peace and acceptance long ago.

-He was used to living with it, not talking about it to anyone, and trying to appear as a leader his people needed. Even though: he was still haunted by his experiences. 

-He sometimes invited you to events so you could enjoy other delicacies of the culinary world. Seeing your smile and the expression of joy just felt right. The world felt brighter when you gushed about the slight citrusy flavor of the pie or the pleasant aftertaste of mint in the tea. 

-Seeing you happy might have turned into his new way of coping. 

-Even though: you two have grown friendly with each other. You did not share a lot about your past in Angband. You said it was hard to talk about, which he understood perfectly as he rarely spoke about his experiences. 

-You did share that you were forced to survive the fighter pits where they threw the thralls to fight for their lives. It was a sick form of entertainment for them. 

-You managed to fight the orcs and other monsters, but you got forced to fight your own people too, and you never truly healed from it. 

-Maedhros knew what you meant. He had seen the arena and watched how his people were ripped apart by the orcs and many other types of monsters. He understood that you got forced to fight and possibly kill those you did not want to kill. It was something he respectfully did not inquire more about from you. 

-Your soft-spoken demeanor and peaceful nature might have been misleading, but your scars and the callouses on your hands proved the truth in your words. He could sense the guilt that still bothered you to this day. 

-It motivated him to help you heal from the dark past that you both shared. 

-He thought he knew everything about you, but he was wrong when one day there was an ambush outside Himring. 

-When he heard about the ambush and remembered you were on that group that got ambushed, he rallied his men and hoped it wasn’t too late. 

-There were many dead, but you were standing before the orcs. Covered in blood and a sword in hand as the orcs ran away by the sight of you. 

-The look in your eyes showed many things to him. Fear, anger, shock, and emotion to fight for your life. It looked like you had conflicting memories running through your mind. It was the look of someone forced to fight, trying to survive. 

-Maedhros was glad, but he was careful to approach you and take you back to Himring since in your state you could have confused him as your enemy. 

-It took time for you to calm down, but when you did. You confessed about your past in Angband. The ambush made you remember things and feel like you were back in the pits. 

-You remembered all the orcs and monsters you faced and all the people you had killed because of your feeling of danger and urge to survive. 

-There was a lot of blood on your hands, the blood of the innocents, and the guilt ate you alive when you were finally out. 

-But this was not all…

-As one of the most surviving fighters in the pits, you received some special attention from the dark lord that still gave you nightmares. It was all because you refused to die. 

-You swore you would never hold a sword again so you wouldn't hurt anybody, but now it happened again, and all you could remember are the pits and what the dark lord had done to you. 

-Maedhros was understanding and couldn't do much but offer his comfort. One assuring thing he told you was that he was thankful that you saved his people from the ambush. 

-Maedhros felt inclined to keep you safe from the world. He had grown to care for you and did not wish to see that look on your face again. In his eyes, you were another poor soul who had suffered too much by Morgoth’s hands. 

Rog 

-As a former thrall, Rog often welcomed former thralls to his house. 

-The people might be skeptical and mistrustful, so he tried to help them get comfortable and rehabilitate after years of trauma. 

-He did not expect to see you after the next group of refugees that arrived in Gondolin. 

-You knew each other, so it was a happy reunion between old friends. 

-Rog didn’t even mind that you came to hug him as he was just as relieved to see you alive and well. 

-He welcomed you and made sure you were comfortable before you two decided to catch up on the events. 

-You two had met in the mines. You two used to converse before you got taken away to fight in the fighter pits. 

-No one ever survived for long in the pits, so Rog assumed you had died since it was technically a death sentence to anyone. He had no idea you had survived and lived long enough to escape. 

-He apologized because if he knew you still lived. He could have come to rescue you. 

-You did not blame him. You assumed the same thing when you didn’t hear about him for a long time. You were happy to see him alive and well. 

-You two had spent some time, and Rog introduced you to many people.

-You found enjoyment spending under the sun in the gardens of his house. You would sit on the grass, close your eyes and just bask in the sunlight with a smile. Rog found your content beautiful and made sure no one would badmouth you for being a thrall and ruin your pastime of simply enjoying the sunlight. 

-The only warmth you ever felt was the burning steel and the uncomfortable heat in the caverns of Angband. The cells were deadly cold, so the sunlight was a gentle welcome. 

-You tried reading but soon figured your reading skills had diminished over the years in captivity, so you tried to ask for Rog’s help with embarrassment in your eyes. 

-Rog was understanding and only chuckled, trying to assure you that you could ask anything from him. He employed Ecthelion’s and Penlod’s help in educating you again in reading and writing, but he enjoyed reading to you when it was just two of you. 

-Sometimes you wandered into his forges, waiting outside with a book in your hand before finally mustering the courage to ask him to read to you in the garden. 

-It became a habit, and you always apologized if you were disrupting him at an inconvenient time. He always had to assure you never bothered him in the first place. He found your behavior amusing since the group you came along with held you in high regard, yet you were shy to ask for his help or time. 

-Your timid nature just made him more protective of you. You were short compared to him, and you confessed what you went through in the pits and how much guilt you still carried in your heart for taking other lives who were forced down there with you.

-Sometimes, you couldn't sleep properly and found comfort in his voice when he read to you. 

-Rog understood your pain well. It pained him to know what you went through. He sometimes only wanted to wrap you up and keep you safe in his arms. 

-One thing he and some people miscomputed about you was that you were a frail soul who suffered much, but the truth couldn't be more clear that you were still a pit fighter. 

-Rog once accidentally tripped on his foot when he came back, and you were there to catch him with no problem. He was almost double your size, and there you held him asking if he was okay. 

-The incident didn’t end there. Your strength became more apparent when you wanted to try arm wrestling against Egalmoth, who was one of the most powerful lords in Gondolin. 

-Rog was worried about you since Egalmoth was one of the buffer elves too, but his concerns soon flew away when you managed to flip Egalmoth off the table, silencing everyone who watched. 

-Rog couldn't help but laugh at the predicament. 

-You apologized in panic. You might have gotten too excited and gone all out. 

-Rog was to assure you that day Egalmoth would not hold it against you. He at least found a new rival in arm wrestling since his pride was damaged a bit, and so did his arm. 

Glorfindel 

-Rog introduced you to him. Glorfindel was curious about this old friend of Rog’s, so he took time to meet you and was kinda enamored with your shy and peaceful nature. 

-He was welcoming and friendly, so you couldn't help but be charmed by him. He had been more welcoming than many others who had met you and known you were a thrall. 

-Glorfindel showed you around and included you in engaging conversations, making you smile and giggle at his jokes and funny stories. 

-He didn’t inquire much about your past in Angband since many would rather not talk about it, but you did share how you knew Rog and how you got forced to fight in an arena to survive. 

-You were aware that your kind of thralls were perceived to be dangerous and killed without hesitation, so you thanked him for his generosity. You did not remember someone showing this type of kindness to you. In a place like Angband, kindness was a twisted thing that carried mangled promises of suffering and pain.

-Glorfindel was moved and could almost feel the pain in your heart, so he decided to try and make your life a bit brighter and happier. 

-He would invite you to spend some time and join a party or a special event. He made sure you would have fun, and no one would criticize you for your scars. 

-You didn’t mind the scars. People would see them as rather horrendous, but you liked to think they were your trophies of what you survived. You were not weak. You survived and proved to the dark lord you’ll be free one day. 

-Glorfindel liked the way you thought and considered you as one of the strongest people he had ever met. 

-He felt motivated to ensure your life would be filled with nothing but love and happiness. 

-One peculiar quirk you grew was collecting tiny toys or stuffed animals. 

-You explained there wasn’t a huge reason for it, except that it helped you to cope a little and maybe connect with the childhood you lost after being captured by the orcs. 

-Glorfindel would feel heart touched by that and made sure no one would mock you for it since it helped you to cope and make you smile. 

-One day, he invited you along to a festival. There was a stall where you could win prizes for hitting the hardest in the game. 

-You wanted to try it because there was this fluffy toy you wanted. 

-Glorfindel offered to pay for the trial and was slightly prepared to do it himself since he couldn't help but doubt you might fail.

-He slightly misjudged you because the next thing you did, you punched so hard the whole thing started to shake and broke apart. 

-He and the stall owner were shocked to see the broken mess and you standing there with an awkward expression.

-You felt ashamed, but the stall owner was too amazed to complain about it and allowed you to have the fluffy toy since you did win it fair and square.

-You were happy but couldn't help but still feel bad for breaking the thing. Glorfindel assured you it was alright even though he couldn't help but wonder what other things you could do with your arm strength.

#Maedhros x reader #Rog x reader #Glorfindel x reader #maedhros #rog #glorfindel #thrall reader #silmarillion #silmarillion headcanon #maedhros headcanon #rog headcanon #glorfindel headcanon #silm fic #tolkien #middle earth x reader #melkor #gn reader

[awkwardkindatries]

Heyo, one last thing before I turn in for the night. Feel free to ice this one if you feel like it would be better off coming out later. Also feel free to tell me to stop sending more than one or two asks per Friday--I know three or more is a lot and I don't want to overwhelm you.

Brief warning for painful sex.

I'm imagining Rog marrying a girl who is physically small--short and slender. He can easily pick her up, carry her around, and most importantly, pin her under his larger body. Her tiny hands can push against him all she wants, but she can't budge him. Of course, he's a chivalrous lad and he'd get off her if she told him to, but he's so strong and she's just. so small.

I'm imagining him removing his trousers for the first time and her eyes becoming the size of dinner plates at this fucking monster before her. It's thick and long and she needs both hands to wrap around it all the way. She can't fit it in her mouth--it scrapes against her teeth and hurts him. He splits her hymen open when they try her puss. He settles for humping on her chest, she gently rubbing and playing with the massive beast as her breasts rub the sides of his member.

Anyway, I think Rog would be the Big Man of Gondolin. I know some others think it would be Glorfindel, but I think Rog would be bigger. I think they'd need to shape her to him, if you know what I mean--widen her up a bit before they can comfortably indulge in vaginal.

Thanks for putting up with me! <3

Rog is Undoubtedly the largest man in Gondolin, I bet he's clunky and adorably awkward and overcompensates with how soft he can be.

#rog #rog/reader #rog x reader #spicy #kinktober 2021

[doodle-pops]

Dating Rog Would Include...

➽ The gentle giant is a sweetheart to begin with despite his massive stature, so no need to be alarmed anytime he’s hovering beside or behind you. It’s all in good cause since he uses his large figure to ward off any unnecessary suitors who haven’t gotten it through their heads that you are in love with him.

➽ As a blacksmith, Rog will ensure that you are spoilt every day with all the luxuries he can provide with the materialistic items. From hairpins, necklaces, bracelets, bangles, rings, circlets, anklets and so forth. Even the less flashy items that you desire, they will arrive at your doorstep.

➽ Rog is extremely attentive to everything you say and do. You speak about not having enough parchment paper, he provides. You mentioned that your flowers were having problems blooming, he contacted Lord Galdor to teach him so he can assist. Perhaps you saw a gesture another couple were performing, and you were fawning over it, he does his best to reciprocate.

➽ Despite his voice being deep, he speaks softly around you, always maintaining eye contact. A hand of his would hold yours, thumb brushing the back of your hand as he offers a tender smile while conversing.

➽ When you entered his life, you became his saviour since he had the habit of burning his hair ends often and forgetting to properly tie it up. You introduced him to fashionable, yet simple braids and updos for his time in the forge.

➽ Because he (chooses to) spends most of his time in the forge, lots of impromptu dates occur, and it all starts with you popping up after not seeing him for days or bringing him lunch or dinner. Rog becomes embarrassed that you had to take time out of your day to perform an act of service like that, yet he is grateful.

➽ When it comes to affection, at first, he acts as though he got zapped by a bolt of lightning whenever you place your hands on him. However, as time rolls by, he becomes like everyone else, a giant puppy.

➽ Call him affectionate nicknames with ‘my’ attached to them and observe how he becomes flustered. He cannot hide it even among his friends when you use the nicknames. All you will hear is a chorus of ooo’s and awe’s.

➽ You are authorised to lie atop him for the sake of not being crushed, but the horrible outcome of the decision is that you tend to roll off or he rolls. Any form of cuddling is conducted behind closed doors where he can freely be a giant puppy.

➽ Rog adores dancing with you. He finds the activity soothing and romantic. Just being close to you, holding you in his arms and feeling your head resting upon his chest or shoulder, looking into his eyes, he feels like he won the world.

➽ The two of you are frequently invited to the other Lords’ estates for dinner and parties, as well as balls the King hosts. This allows him to spend most of the night dancing and basking in your comfort and affection.

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[panandinpain0]

if anyone's got good steve rogers fics (without any smut) please let me know-

i just want soft steve please god i'm so sick of this shit-

(oh also any sam wilson stuff- he's the man)

(bucky's fine too but there's so many fics of him and i've read almost all of them, i need stevie boy)

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[lamemaster]

The Tale of Leren and Buthien

Pairing: Rog x GN Reader

Genre: Romance

Summary: The general makes dreams come to life with the play of ink and paper. The catch- the dreams are wet.

AN: No actual smut in a story about a smut writer this is what you call a true lazy ass. I am a proud woman. I mean look at this amazing title.

"What is it this time?" The hall full of elves buzzed with unfathomable tension. It wasn't a blinding gem, a delicate harp, or even a well-forged sword.

Instead, it was nothing more than a couple sheets of paper crudely sewn together.

"Oh my it comes with illustrations," an elleth fanned her flushing face as others around her peaked into the papers. "By Varda," another exclaimed breathing deeply but none looked away.

What was it that left the residents of Gondolin, millennia-old elves, gasping like teens undergoing puberty?

"It's the neighbor this time," someone added in an uncanny awe. "A peeking neighbor and a married couple who can't keep their hands off each other." Century-old elders in the room giggled childishly.

"The general never disappoints."

"The true pioneer of Edain must I say," everyone broke out into laughter.

All but one. Rog, the lord of the house of the warth of the hammer. As if glued to his seat, he sat with a tense back as the rest of the room cackled over the saucy novella.

Lord Rog had just been assigned his next assignment.

The general, the source of new weekly entertainment in Gondolin. You came with the host of Hurin and Huor. A warrior known for your might, you were respected, welcomed even by many. However, slighted by your appearance not once did the Gondolians expect you to carry another side with you.

Not until the first of your writings ended up in the hands of a flustered bookkeeper. A writing you proudly presented. Handwritten and bound by you.

Perhaps the bookkeeper had expected a mundane poem or war strategies, even something about the lives of Edain but never had the 658-year-old Ailya expected the raunchiest filth of a story of a night of pleasure shared between a king and their knight.

Let's just say that after a few years of peace and calm your story brought chaos to the streets of Gondolin. In the blink of an eye, every knight in the service possessed a copy of your creation. Even the whispers of your lewd tale were loud enough for the rest of the lords to find out. Some even gossiped about a copy in the king's office...

Surrounded by a babbling Glorfindel and an intrigued Penlod, Rog held it for the first time. Even as he wrapped his hands around the cool paper, written in the clean handwriting of an elven scribe, your original piece was an artifact at this point, Rog felt his fingers tremble with the weight of the mere sheets of paper that carried your words.

The general was an existence whose presence was announced by Ulmo, the Vala of water. Accompanied by Huor and Hurin came their close companion and the leader of their forces, you.

A mere human who challenged the wrath of his hammer with every breath of their existence.

"Did you hear Lord Rog moved his room?" someone whispered in the group huddled by the hearth.

"What? That's so random..."

Looking around they exchanged exasperated looks before continuing "You're as dense as him."

"What do you mean? We're not here decoding our Lord's every move."

The Vanya sighed trying not to beat up his clueless companion."Okay listen, the general wrote a piece about knights and the next day Lord Rog drilled all his knights until the general saw them, then the general wrote about a misfit rebel and the next day Lord was seen wearing an all-black armor with a very mannish braid. And now with the new neighbor piece, he moves into the room that faces the room general lives in."

The room fell silent. Everyone stared at the paper in their hands. Was their lord truly...with the general...

"Do you think our Lord would be able to keep up with the general...he might fade of pleasure," the dark-haired ellon groaned as a metal vase hit him square in the face.

Late at night when the stars in the sky dictate the sleep of men, Rog watches you write away hunched over your desk. A clear view from his window. Unhindered by curtains or your own trinkets lying around.

And when late at night your eyes accidentally seem to meet his, Rog finds himself flinching away from the smirk on your face before you go back to wreaking havoc on the paper.

A week later the streets of Gondolin fill with hustle and excitement. A new volume clutched in every hand.

However, this time around the whispers seem to be shuddering with a different energy. Thrumming with a pulsing tension carried in quivering lips.

To sate his curiosity, Lord of the House of the Wrath of Hammer grabs the volume.

Rushing back to his room, he allows his eyes to gloss over the title.

Hidden behind the curtain, you watch Rog glare holes into the volume clutched in his hands. A warm red settles on his cheeks as his ears twitch with his shaking pupil.

Perhaps the mannish retelling of the Lay of Lethian was not such a bad idea as Ailya had made it to be. Especially given the faces your elf was making reading it.

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[theelvenhaven]

Dating Rog

As a Human & Celebrating the Summer Solstice

A/N: A special request from @nerdysimpy <;3

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♕ When it comes to nature celebrations, the elves are certainly no strangers to them, including Rog.

♕ Though the human way of celebrating the Summer Solstice is completely lost on him.

♕ So when you first tell him about what it is you do for the Summer Solstice, Rog's curiosity is peaked and he is very interested in doing things the way you do them.

♕ Rog values putting in effort to make sure that your culture doesn't get left behind and forgotten in the world of Elves that you now live amongst.

♕ He asks you a lot of questions about Summer Solstice and how it is you celebrate the holiday.

♕ As you explain it to him, Rog is more than happy to get amped up and excited to do things your way instead of it being a quiet affair.

♕ Rog will of course go to the King with news of your festivities though he'd prefer to keep things private between the two of you and any of the few elves in his House who may take interest.

♕ It is not because King Turgon will disapprove, it is mostly to get the word out that you are celebrating a holiday from your culture so you aren't rudely interrupted.

♕ When the day of the Solstice comes, Rog gets just as excited as you asking what the first thing it is that you should do.

♕ Because you are human, your concept of the Valar differ from Rog's knowledge so you explain to him how traditionally this is a time where altars and offerings are set up.

♕ While it seems strange to him, nonetheless he works with you making a space to set up an Altar, and listening to you go through your prayers as you set up your offerings on the Altar.

♕ Rog is right there with you handing you things, and offering prayers of his own alongside you really getting into the festive spirit of ritual and celebration.

♕ With your Altar, offerings and prayers prepared, you move onto the next task that might seem more ritualistic and that is water work and eventually fire work as well.

♕ Rog will have made sure that you can go around and spend your time outside blessing the waters, and that a place for a bonfire can be held.

♕ Though Rog will be thrilled to know that one of the more fun practices of your Summer Solstice celebration is swimming and he will encourage his House staff to participate and enjoy themselves too.

♕ He loves how carefree yet important the Holiday is to you and in how you celebrate it.

♕ When it comes time to set up the bonfire, Rog would have made sure that everyone was prepared to have something made and brought to the tables he set up out there.

♕ Before letting you ceremoniously light up your bonfire with a cheering crowd from those in the House.

♕ Lively music will be played as he remembers you telling him about the revelry portion of the celebration.

♕ With outdoor games that you would've told him about that you did in your childhood.

♕ Even if that means it was just a simple game of tag or hide and seek, the fun would still be had amongst nerri and nissi.

♕ What he finds to be the most fun is the dancing around the bonfire with you, the heat reminds him of the forge yet he can be more carefree- to a degree- around this massive bonfire.

♕ Rog will sing with you all the songs you taught him, and teach it to the other elves who will catch on quick and sing along with you and the Lord of the house.

♕ His House will have come alive with other elves who are more than willing to indulge in your culture and celebrations as you guys spend it out enjoying a beautiful summer day and evening.

♕ As the celebration doesn't end until it's well into the next morning

♕ Either way Rog will make sure to make it a memorable experience for you both, and so you can enjoy your culture in your new elven home.

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[eunoiaastralwings]

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