#elf x reader

    Intimately, it was a toss of a coin whether he was puddy in your hands to love on for hours or if he had enough sense to communicate with you within heated passions.

    Parchments, scrolls, and trinkets were scattered across the desk. None of it mattered at that moment. Not when your boyfriend had you laying across his notes, completely bare and beckoning him closer.

    "Maybe we should study each other more." He panted, gaze fixed on you as he pushed down his trousers.

    "I couldn't agree more."

    He joined you on the desk with eager kisses and fingers that lit all the candles in the room. A shared experience that filled the room with accidental charms and smeared notes.

    Good thing the desk was sturdy.

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​    Super-powered boyfriend like many powered individuals had an added durability. Meaning, you didn't have to treat him as fragile glass. With you on the other hand, your boyfriend was careful. Aware of your limits. That became more apparent when he'd dial back on his grip or speed of movement with you. He didn't always want to hold back, but he cared so much about your well-being to do otherwise.

    Whether you knew of his powers or not, you were always assuring him you were fine. You wanted him to worry less and enjoy the moments more.

    "More pressure," you instructed in a growing daze. Legs parted across the mattress.

    "Are you sure?" Your boyfriend eyed how his fingers moved between your thighs.

    You nodded, hands gripping the blankets since he was out of reach.

    "If it hurts, you tell me."

    Once he increased the pressure of his ministrations, you were a babbling mess from the intense pleasure. All from the touch of your caring and attentive lover. Superpowers may or may not had been included.

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​    Zombie boyfriend knew his flustered state appeared different. He knew his body reacted differently than a human's. Similar, but obviously stronger with varying speeds. He enjoyed it nonetheless, morning or night. It was all more apparent when you two got a little too handsy.

    "Look at you." You cooed, watching his eyes glazing over while you stroked his member. "Do you feel good?"

    He moaned, deep and gutteral. Head heavy on a pillow and hands on you, unmoving. The pleasure so good. Your touch so very, very welcome.

    Of course he liked it. Your boyfriend loved when you touched him, unafraid and attentive. He felt more alive and beyond himself. Any time you laid a kiss on his skin or caressed him just so, he knew you loved him. That you cared about him tremendously.

    "Love you," he moaned, letting his body rock with your rhythmic hand. "So much. So good."

    You kissed his open mouth.

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​    Vampire boyfriend could be a tease at times. When the mood was right and you blocked out all but one light. That was what he preferred, the privacy of night. To be thrust into an illusion that it only ever was the pair of you. He could give you all of his undivided attention.

    Strength and great vision came in good use as he carried you to the bedroom.

    He could feel you in light and in darkness. Outside under the open sky or indoors on top of the softest fabrics. Your boyfriend did not have a preference where you two joined in ecstasy as long as he was with you.

    "How do I ever survive this?" He grunted as he pushed his hips up into you. "How do I bare such a view? Such exquisite touch?"

    "Because you said you'd shrivel up and die without me." You answered with a growing smile.

    Some nights his theatrics were very romantic.

    "An endless torture. Ah-- That felt good." He thrusted a little faster. "What was I saying?"

    You clenched around him and his thoughts ran away once more.

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​    Werewolf boyfriend knew about the stereotypes and stories written about his kind. That didn't mean all of it was true or that everything was false either.

    Did he start to crave having you every major moon phase in a tangle of hot limbs and bedsheets? He totally did.

    Did he want to chase you to hear your heart beat loudly? He considered it.

    Did he want to mark you as his mate? You bet.

    Did he expect you to change the tables on him? No, not really.

    "How--" Your boyfriend panted. "How did you catch me?" He laid on his side, trapped between you and a tree trunk.

    "I have my secrets and my secret knowledge." You pumped his length as fast as he was panting.

    "No...fair. I have super... I'm faster."

    You shook your head. "You're going to pass out of you don't start breathing."

    Your boyfriend whined in reply.

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​    Fairy boyfriend could stare at your face and be practically bewitched by your entire being. With or without a potion to temporarily alter his size, he was all over you on special occasions. Those being: birthdays, end of work weeks, completing the bills, start of a new season, a new outfit, anniversaries, and vacation time.

    "So much to love," he moaned into your chest. His hips thrusting slowly as you caressed circles on his soft behind.

    Every touch you gave sent him into a fog of heated desire fueled by his feelings for you.

    "I will love every part of you ten times over." He vowed before his lips latched on to your nipple. Eyelids fluttering shut and high pitched mewls coming from his throat.

    You bit your lip at the sight.

    Your boyfriend always intended to map your body with his love. Each time you both shared privately and intimately, he charted a new area of your skin with all himself.

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    Elf boyfriend tended to be more subtle with most affection, however he became more open the longer he knew you. Intimacy came in forms of him tracing the contours of your body with his fingers, staring at you longingly, kissing his way up your arm. Those were the most common ways of all that he displayed to you and only you.

    Emotions could be deeper and his touch reflected that whether soft or firm. When you reciprocated and encouraged with all your love, your boyfriend was keen on giving.

    "My heart calls for yours each day I wake," your boyfriend placed a gentle kiss to your inner wrist. "This night may ease its search."

    You cradled his face in your hands once he leaned down upon you fully. Bodies intertwined.

    "To have you this close," he gazed at you with an enormous amount of love, "is a beautiful gift."

    "You should stay."

    "Then I accept with my entire being."

    You brought him into a kiss as the pair of you continued in your gentle coupling.

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​    Merman boyfriend was always blown away by how you moved in water. His home where you would forever be welcomed.

    As like water, your boyfriend's love displayed itself both gently and strongly. All backed by his passions, you met him with equal longing to share in constant waves of love.

    Whether on land, in water, or somewhere in-between the both of you found a way to act on your love, always.

    Ignoring the water puddles growing across the tile floor, your boyfriend kept you rolling your hips in a hurried pace. Both of you set on experiencing more and more pleasure.

    He thoroughly enjoyed watching you as he managed to sink further into the bathtub's water. What water remained. Not all of it could be splashed out from your movements.

    "Water suits you," he panted. His gaze transfixed on the droplets sticking and rolling along your skin.

    "Are you considering this position to be your favorite?" Smiling in your pleasured haze, you tightened your grip on his forearms and applied pressure to your hips as they rolled on his tail.

    "I am."

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​    Dragon boyfriend loved when you would cuddle up to him and share warmth. Some days sweetness was not enough as he watched you investigate his many treasures. Tail twitching behind him.

    He wanted you more than the gold necklace in your hands. More than the golden flecks you stamped on your face.

    "Do you remember our last mating?" He asked, muscles flexed and ready.

    "Why? Did you forget?" You chuckled. His desire was not lost upon you, it was as obvious as if he made a banner declaring it.

    Gold and other treasures clinking together, your boyfriend rushed at you. Heat everywhere, scales rubbing your skin, tongue tasting your arousal in the air, and his body nearly conforming to your own.

    "Easy," you reminded him as you opened yourself to him fully.

    He did his best. Deep moans bounced off of the walls as he entered you. He kept you close, held in his hold or pressing you further into his treasures with each thrust.

    Loving you as he did, it would be some considerable time before his need was sated. Your boyfriend could hardly get enough of you.

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​    Scarecrow boyfriend often fantasized of the two of you in the back of a pick-up truck or in the middle of a corn maze making love under a harvest moon. Something to bring more warmth to a season that brought chill to the air where you resided.

    His skin was textured and mind often on you. A perfect start whenever you both sought a little more that kissing and handholding. A pair of lovers wanting to be closer.

    What he didn't expect was being entranced by the golden lights of sunset highlighting your body in a field and you grinding on his denim-covered thigh like there was a time limit. Perhaps you were racing the sun. Or perhaps you had a more difficult day than you said earlier when he asked.

    "You looking dazzling. Simply radiant." He kneaded your skin in all the places that made you shiver. "Take whatever you need to please you, my dear."

    "You."

    "Pardon?"

    "I'm going to take...you...until the sun sets."

    "My dear, you certainly may." He captured your lips in a rough kiss as you clawed at his clothes.

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​    Living statue boyfriend no longer felt alone as the world lived on. He had you and saw the beauty in what others had experienced for years. He was strong enough to handle most things, but seeing you bare as an ancient statue had him experiencing new emotions. Ones he had only heard from voices in passing or hidden beyond his sight.

    His size and shape did not deter you from wanting him in a manner that made him wonder if he could sweat as you could. There was no way he dreamed of refusing your wishes nor desires.

    You doted on him and made him start to have a renewed worry about his strength compared to your own. That didn't particularly matter to you seeing as you bounced on his hard length without complaints. Again and again while he tried grounding himself in reality. A difficult task. Near impossible as he finally considered himself a perfect fit for his precious love, you.

    "Be careful," he advised gently.

    You moaned, keeping your pace.

    "I presume you will never stop amazing me." Your boyfriend watched on in wonder and begun to consider what else you two could possibly do together.

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​    Android boyfriend was made to be as humanlike as possible. The pair of you did not realize how much he could feel until you became more physically intimate. You found that your boyfriend was much more flexible than he looked. So you would position yourself comfortably wherever you wanted before he rushed in with a multitude of kisses and a steady stance.

    Lounging in the armchair with one leg hung over an armrest, you eyed your boyfriend's synthetic skin as it traveled your body. Across your skin and within your warmth, he moved without losing a fraction of endurance. He could go for as long as you both wanted.

    "Deeper."

    At your words, he angled himself inhumanly. His pelvis closer in an impossible way. But he thrusted every inch of himself in. Leaving no space untouched.

    His mouth fell open, lost in you. His love and free life. All of his sensors sent out alerts of his system. Those would be given attention later, much later.

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​    Robot boyfriend knew his strength and how his structure was durable. Some parts of him were mismatched. Meaning, he wasn't the most comfortable sentient to move around or touch. When it came to strong physical desires, he let you know and orchestrate. He didn't want to leave one bruise on you, his dear life companion. You were prepared for his worries and your combined desires.

    His face plate turned another shade of pink as you complimented him between whines of pleasure. He sat absolutely still on the dining chair. Worry still lingering in his system. Yet his hard body was not causing you any discomfort. Quite the opposite.

    Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly and he added a variation to the vibration of his hand. Watching your body practically convulse in a climax made purple shades appear on his face. He was relieved and fascinated by your clear enjoyment.

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​    Alien/Extraterrestrial boyfriend had specific routines, rules, and levels of organization. Which meant having you in his ship well past when he should had been sleeping was a wake up call. Not everything had to be the same everyday. Making new rules instead of exceptions was his logical reasoning. Clinging to your body as he bent you over a console deep into intercourse didn't apply to anything. Unless he considered a rule in your relationship: love wholeheartedly. Time had no restraint in that rule. He would keep you satisfied no matter what. If there was a way to do it, he would figure it out especially if it meant continued times of pleasure.

    None of the buttons, switches, or toggles you were rolling over activated anything. Perhaps you should had known the console was turned off, but you were too preoccupied with your lover.

    The cool air within the ship turned stuffy the longer your boyfriend thrusted in rhythm to his heartbeat. The more he wrapped himself around you as much as he could. His frame touched every part of you, caressing and holding as he let out string after string of compliments. Not all you could translate. Yet you understood completely. He loved you and his mind felt fuzzy from how much pleasure was coursing through him.​​

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The girl hurried towards the sound, sunlight filtering through the leaves, trying to light the young mother's path. Y/n thought that one of the village girls might have abandoned the child; it was an unwanted pregnancy. This was a common practice: when a girl became pregnant but no one would marry her, the child was left in the forest to preserve the family's reputation. Y/n herself had once been ordered to do the same. Her parents were furious, shouting and beating her. But the girl refused, and they took her to the forest, where a small house stood. Her parents didn't want to shame the entire family, so they left her there. In the end, her parents wanted to know the father's name, but by the grace of heaven, it was the king's knight. They were passing through their lands and decided to stay in the village. Y/n vaguely remembered the man's face, but he had whispered so seductively, promised love so tenderly, that the girl surrendered and lay on his bed. Soon after, the detachment left. That year, many innocent girls "suffered" at the hands of seductive knights, and many were shamefully cast out. Y/n was no exception. The infant's cry grew louder, and the girl ran out into a clearing where a bundle lay. She hurried to it, and when she pulled back a corner of the blanket, she recoiled in fear. It was a dark elf child. Y/n looked around, listening to the forest sounds, but realized the child's parents were not there. The infant's head had darkened from crying, and the girl understood it was hungry. Y/n couldn't abandon the child, so she unlaced her bodice and gently brought the baby to her right breast. The child finally quieted, having received nourishment. But Y/n still scanned her surroundings, ready to place the child back and flee if she saw anyone of its kind.

Y/n realized the infant's parents were absent, unsure if the child was abandoned or if something had happened to them. But Y/n made a decision that would change her fate forever! She took the child and returned home.

Several days passed, and now two babies lay nestled together in a spacious crib, having bonded with each other. Y/n cooed over them, continuing to leave them alone at home after tending to them, and went to the forest to gather herbs. It was a hot summer, but autumn was approaching, and supplies were needed, especially medicinal herbs. In the evenings, from time to time, she also went into the forest with a bow on her shoulder to hunt rabbits, and if lucky, a larger animal. The girl wouldn't have had to hunt; if she hadn't been driven from home, her father would have done it, and then her husband. But fate decreed otherwise, and using the skills she observed in the settlement, she independently crafted a bow and arrows and trained herself. Y/n was quite good at it, considering the game she brought home. And she herself didn't need much. Just something to put in her mouth to avoid starving and to stay healthy for the children.

The worst began after the past week. Moon Day started with the dark elf's loud crying. Y/n realized the infant was ill. She gave him various tinctures; the raspberry tincture didn't help the fever, and the baby cried more, seeming to burn. Linden was needed, but it had run out, so the girl quickly gave a chamomile tincture, which helped the child calm down. Taking her basket, she ran to the other end of the forest. She probably fell a few times on the way, but nothing could stop her. She gathered a whole basket of linden flowers and, just as quickly, wanted to get home. As she approached the cottage, she saw the open door, and fear pierced her entire body. Somewhere, she tried to calm herself, telling herself it was likely her parents, who rarely visited, but her gut told her it wasn't her parents. Quietly and slowly, she approached the door and peeked inside. All was silent. No one. Only the cooing of her baby. She rushed to the cradle and saw only her child. But where was the second? She swallowed loudly, carefully turning towards the door. The girl understood that she now needed to go out and survey the area.

Y/N wanted to grab a bow for protection, but to her horror, realized it was broken. Now, unarmed, she went outside. She stopped, trying to listen to the sounds, but the gusts of wind rustling the treetops made it difficult.

She understood that a dark elf had come here and taken his child, but had he left? Perhaps he would realize she hadn't done him any harm, only protected the child?

She looked around, spinning, and at the last moment noticed a man who had unexpectedly appeared among the trees. His dark skin and bright eyes frightened Y/N, causing her to involuntarily yelp. The man held a baby in his arms, who calmly rested his head against his father's chest, looking peaceful.

"I… I… I didn't hurt him…" Y/N decided to start her defense.

The elf smiled slyly, and then… disappeared. Y/N merely blinked, and the man was gone.

The following days passed peacefully, the only change being that Y/N began to notice baskets with various fruits and vegetables, and sometimes fish or game, on her doorstep.

She knew this wouldn't go unacknowledged; she would be obligated to give something in return. And on the other hand, she had cared for his child… And Y/N accepted the gifts, enjoying the peace.

The next morning, the woman noticed how the nature around her trembled nervously. Strong gusts of wind reached her cottage, leaden clouds hung over the forest, thunder rumbled in the distance, and lightning even flashed.

Y/N closed the window shutters, pressing them tightly against the frame, and securing them with a latch. She moved the cradle further from the window, deeper into the house.

While the woman was busy preparing food and caring for the child, evening had already arrived, and there was a loud knock at the door. She heard a couple of male voices and Y/N thought of her family, who had decided to pay her a visit. She hurried to open the door to let her soaked family into the house. But to her horror, the ones at the door were two men, one a burly fellow with an eyepatch, and the other thin with an overbite.

"What do you need?" the woman asked, slightly closing the door. "Oh, darling, are you alone?" the big man replied. "What's it to you? I asked a question," Y/n frowned as the man placed his hand on the door, pushing it slightly. "We got lost in the woods and stumbled upon this cabin. Let us in, we're soaked," his voice was deep but grating. "I can't," Y/n relaxed a little.

The man didn't like the answer and shoved the door with all his might. Y/n unexpectedly fell to the floor. The men brazenly entered the house, looking around. They smelled unpleasantly of alcohol, sweat, and tobacco. Most likely, they were bandits or hunters. But their arrival made the woman nervous. She stood up, awaiting further actions.

"Oh, look, Bon, we were expected," the big man brazenly sat at the table where a bowl of stew was. "I told you there'd be something to get here," the lanky guy finally spoke, he was thin, almost squeaking. He also brazenly started rummaging through the cupboards, collecting all the supplies. "What are you doing!? Get out of my house!" Y/n screamed hysterically, and a second later dodged a sharp knife that Bon threw. "Shut your mouth, whore! Boss, should we kill her!?" the man squeaked similarly. "Come on, what are you waiting for? She'll warm our bed," the Boss chuckled, a few pieces of meat falling from his mouth.

The door was open, a downpour raging behind it, forming deep puddles. Y/n couldn't escape because of her baby, who began to stir, disliking the loud voices and the cold, so he started whimpering. The men noticed him. The lanky guy approached the cradle inside the house, and Y/n's heart clenched and filled with fear.

"Yeah, she's mommy!" Bon exclaimed, and yanked the baby out by the leg, the child dangling, crying louder. "Please! Put him back! You're hurting him!" Y/n lunged at the man, but he pushed her away, and the girl fell to the floor again.

"She's so loud! Boss! Why do we need her!?" The sniveler unceremoniously tossed the baby into the crib, and Y/n's head began to throb. Her child was only a few months old, too fragile! "Hey! I don't care, you don't have to stick your junk in her. I'm going to stick it in her, I haven't had a woman in a year!" The boss, who had been eating meat the whole time, stood up, grabbed Y/n by the hair with his dirty hands, and dragged her across the floor.

To the sounds of the baby's crying, and her own, Y/n struggled, scratching her attacker's hands, but it was all useless.

"Ah, you slut! Well, nothing, I'll calm you down now! Why are you kicking, it's clearly not your first time! I'll give you another baby, for good measure! Did you hear that, Bon!?" The men laughed obscenely, the brute began to pull down his pants, but the belt wouldn't budge.

Y/n crawled towards the door. She somehow got up and ran outside. The woman ran a short distance and stopped halfway when she noticed a familiar figure among the trees. The rain continued to pour, she was getting wet and pathetic. She noticed her secret acquaintance holding a basket with something in it, he clearly wanted to visit her at such an hour.

"Where are you running!? Do you want me to kill your worm!?" roared the bandit, stepping outside, his pants already down, "I'll take care of this quickly! Or are you, such a dirty girl, that you decided to entertain me outside in the rain!?" he laughed obscenely again. "Please…" Y/n wanted to beg the dark elf, but a thick black shadow flashed past her.

This magic began to form into hands with claws, it headed towards the bandit, who fearfully tried to escape, but failed. These hands grabbed him, sinking their claws into his flesh, they moved to his neck, squeezing it, and then, amidst the sound of the rain, a snap was heard. The magic snapped his neck. As the force was about to retreat, a displeased companion appeared in the doorway, picking his nose.

"Boss, what were you doing…?" he froze.

The claws went into a new battle, grabbed the skinny man, suspended him above the ground, and then flung him with all their might towards the trees. The dark elf skillfully controlled this power, moving his hands through the air. And the claws obeyed him, finishing off the man. Y/n remained standing, looking only at him. The elf also continued to look. A moment passed, and it became dark in her eyes, and Y/n fell onto the wet ground, not caring about anything.

The girl woke up to birdsong. She opened her eyes slightly and realized she was in her room, her baby cooing beside her. She got up carefully, wearing a nightgown, and a blush of embarrassment spread across her cheeks, realizing the mysterious elf had changed her clothes. To her surprise, she noticed that besides her child, a dark elf's baby was also in the cradle, happily reaching out to her. The girl shook her head and quickly went outside. Not far away, under a tree, sat an elf, his eyes closed, humming softly.

"Thank you," the girl said quietly but clearly as she approached the stranger. "ɦ໐ຟ ໓໐ นู໐น ʄﻉﻉɭ?" a similarly quiet and deep voice asked. The girl faltered slightly. "Sorry, I don't understand... I think I hear familiar words, but I can't put them together," Y/n smiled awkwardly, and the elf nodded. "Y/n," the girl pointed to herself. The man did the same. "Elowen."

The elf fell silent again and closed his eyes. Y/n understood that he would stay, and she wouldn't mind.