#Aragorn x reader smut

[ambitiouspotions]

BERRIES | ARAGORN SON OF ARATHORN | ONESHOT

summary — aragorn finds it pleasing when his elven wife, y/n, eats berries

word count — 2.0k

warnings — 18+ MDNI, smut

author’s note — yes, i got that idea from my headcanons in my head and RAN with it /: sorry not sorry

“i still remember the moment i first laid my eyes upon you,” aragorn said, his chin brushing against the elf’s jawline as he spoke. her entire body tingled feeling the short beard sweeping into contact with her. “you have changed, yet stayed perfectly the same.” his hand was full of blackberries, occasionally offering one to her lips as he spoke.

y/n was lying on her back, propped up by her elbows to keep consuming the delicious fruit she was provided. every time his palm was empty he would dive into the woven basket to collect more. he had gathered them while she scrubbed their clothing against a rock in the creek. they had stripped their clothing the moment they had gotten to the clearing so the elf could begin her tedious laundering process.

their clothing now hung on a low branch of a tree, swaying with the wind as it passed through the clearing. it was a favorite spot among both of them due to its quiet and secluded nature.

the palms of his hands were splotchy with a dark purple-magenta color. his fingertips absorbed most of the berry juice but the rest of his working hands weren’t immune to the color. his many calluses, scars, the cracks in his knuckles, and even the lines of his palms held the stains from the sweet fruit.

“and you,” y/n started, trying to gather her words to articulate them as beautifully as aragorn. “you have managed a steadfast love that i never believed to be true until you made it so.”

his stained hands now cupped her chin, holding a smirk proudly on his face.

“all other loves are fallacies,” aragorn now leaning closer, his breath hitting her lips as he spoke. he did a slow look from her lips to her eyes, letting himself collect every detail. “they would never love you the way i do.”

y/n paused, her heart only beating faster. she couldn’t count the number of times he had given her that very look. though that look was responsible for her pleasure each time he flashed it. those grey eyes, so warm and inviting, though they were the same color as the lifeless and brutal mountains of the north.

the summer breeze was refreshing as they laid on a tattered blanket that had been taken with them on many of their walks to the creekside. the babbling and stirring of the water mixed with the windy rattle of the tree branches proved to be calming for the couple. their bodies lounging under the canopy of tree branches, letting just enough light in and providing a fair amount of shade to escape the summer heat.

aragorn pushed another berry into the elf’s mouth. he studied her more as she ingested the berry. her eyes were fixed on him, awaiting his next movement. he pushed a berry into his own mouth; his eyes never leaving her’s. he leaned forward, closing the gap between their lips. the berries that were in his hand dropped back into the basket so he could have more control over her body. he held the back of her head as he kissed her, releasing the grip from her chin and moving it to her waist.

the berry juice from both of their mouths mixing and spilling out as she gasped from the sudden connection. he took his thumb and wiped the corner of her mouth. his forehead rested on hers as his hands managed to find another place on her naked body to rest. intentional, every single brush of his fingers and the amount of pressure he used to grab her.

he laid her against the blanket, resting his hands on either side of her now. he was resting on his knees, looking down at the beauty before him. she tried to move a hand to his chest, but he intercepted it, beginning to kiss each of her fingertips and down the palm of her hand, stopping at her wrist. he guided it down to her heat, making her squirm just enough to provide a new desire within him.

he looked to the basket of berries and then to his elven jewel. a thought piqued his interest, and she saw it too. planning and innovating a new idea to make her satisfied. aragorn’s head dipped to her neck, licking columns. though the real enjoyment came when he reached for a berry and crushed it in his fingers to spread it on the areas he had saturated just previously.

he smirked at the creation of the juice running down her skin, making it a challenge to catch any stray juice that was falling. y/n mouth was agape as he continued to make an overwhelming amount of desire run over her body. her hand was stationary in between her legs, feeling the wetness grow into more of an issue, but not bothering to insert her own fingers, only wishing for aragorn to insert his.

she let out a desperate whine, trying to reach for his chest again as he rose from her neck. he still wasn’t allowing it. he placed her hand back in its position and guided her fingers inside of herself, watching them become engulfed in the sweet wetness she provided herself with. it was not scratching the itch she most desired, only making her more desperate. he pulled one of her knees up, allowing her fingers to go deeper. her cheeks were flushed, though she wished she could blame it on the summer day it was because he made her crumble under his every movement.

aragorn was enjoying the sight. her fingers curled in and out of herself as she spilled a slurry of moans and pleads. though aragorn was not willing to give in so easily, he wanted her to become even more vulnerable and helpless as every second passed.

his stained hand held her face again, halting her moans as she focused on him. he pushed another blackberry into her mouth. as she chewed her jaw went slack feeling his free hand guide her fingers inside of her again. her stomach caved in slightly as one of his fingers joined hers.

her head tried to turn to the side, but he kept her gaze focused on him.

“is it too much?” he asked softly, his voice laced with lust rather than concern.

“no,” y/n managed to breathe out. his fingers loosened around her face as she swallowed the berry. he tilted her chin higher, her soft breaths aching for more. his eyes caught a glimpse of her berry-stained tongue.

he took his finger from her cunt and offered it to her parted lips. her eyes were wide with surprise as it entered her mouth. his furthest knuckle scraped past her teeth as she lightly gagged on the digit.

he was pleased watching her taste her arousal. her hands held his wrist as he continued to use her mouth to clean his finger from her wetness. he only stopped when her whines turned louder, the creek’s babbling being drowned out by her need for him.

he pushed his hand through her hair, putting a few strands behind her ear to have a mostly unobstructed view. it was like he was debating his next move while finding an easy way to focus all of his attention on the elf. his mind was frenzied although he wouldn’t reveal it to her. it took immense amounts of self-control not to rush with her, even though he was quietly begging for her.

his erection, on the other hand, was not quietly begging. it was fully stiff and in need of the elf’s deliciously tight walls around him.

aragorn sat back, collecting the elf into his lap and letting out a low and unsteady groan as she slid down onto his shaft. his eyes were closed tightly until he felt her forehead rest against his. she wasn't fully seated before aragorn’s hips picked up trying to force more of his length inside of her cunt.

y/n’s lips were hungrily pressed against her betrothed and choked out indigent moans. her attempt at kissing him was poor until he reciprocated, guiding her back to a stable motion.

she was attempting to control the bounce on aragorn’s lap, but he slowed her pace, wanting to focus on her pleasure more than her working for his own orgasm.

he grasped her lower back with one hand, the other beginning to stimulate her nipples. she was impatiently grinding against him, trying to coax him out of his trance with her body. he only pulled her closer, his head lingering by her exposed ear.

“why must you rush me, meleth nín?” aragorn’s words made her tingle. her pointed ear rested against his lips after he placed a gentle kiss on her tragus.

“i cannot wait any longer,” she spoke softly, though the end of her sentence had a whine buried deep within the word. his cock was solid inside of her, occasionally twitching from the overwhelming feeling of warmth and the secure hold her walls provided.

“please,” she breathed out, her words hitting his shoulder.

aragorn did feel sympathy for the she-elf sitting so full upon his lap. her face now buried in his neck as his hands grasped her hips for stability as he began his upward thrusts.

the sweat against their bare bodies caused a bit of sticking as he continued to pound into her heat. she had her hand locked around her wrist tightly, not wanting his forceful movements to disconnect her from his neck. her head was tilted to the side, her cheek resting on shoulder limply as he pounded into her.

aragorn was panting heavily with every inch that was covered in her wet walls, each time he would reach her cervix he was inching closer, but did not want to give in just yet. his sweet elf was clearly enjoying herself, but not enough for his liking.

he held her tightly as he laid back, now able to see her opening as he continued his thrusts. he licked his berry-stained fingertips, now stimulating her clit with circular motions.

she gasped loudly at the sudden feeling, aching for more as she bounced unsteadily on his length. her thighs were shaking she she continued to be jolted by the man underneath her.

aragorn’s head was back as he praised the elven beauty sitting upon him. his voice was low and lustful as his movements only became more erratic. it was difficult to concentrate as y/n kept allowing his name to spill from her lips. her back was arching, her nails digging into his shoulder.

aragorn couldn't hold on for much longer. though as his cock swelled with more arousal that was when y/n moaned louder than previously. her eyes fluttered to the back of her head as she tried to keep a conscious mind trying not to cause painful marks on her beloved. it was so easy to unwind while he was inside of her. his tight grip on her only made her achieve a greater sense of satisfaction.

as her whines and moans became more spaced out aragorn could finally release. his head dipped into his chest during his final thrusts, kissing her collarbone gently as he slowed his movements.

they laid on the tattered blanket as they were before their marital affairs. aragorn still pushing berries into her mouth as she stared into his eyes. he was more reassuring than before, his touches even more delicate, and his gaze was thoughtful and sweet. he appreciated every inch of the woman lying next to him.

“meleth nín, how is your appetite for berries more insatiable than your appetite for me?” aragorn questioned, placing a kiss against her forehead.

“you are more satisfying.” y/n said, her eyes closing from the kiss.

it was hours before they moved and redressed. they only wanted to enjoy each other, though y/n would not deny any of the fresh berries that were offered to her by aragorn.

[wild-lavender-rose]

What Comes After - LOTR

Pairing: Aragorn x fem!reader, Legolas x fem!reader, Boromir x fem!reader, Faramir x fem!reader, Elrond x fem!reader

Category: Preferences/NSFW

Summary: What they would say/do after you've cum hard for them

Warning: NSFW, insinuation of sex, aftercare

Legolas-

Whispered elvish between stuttered gasps of air

"Are you all right?"

Hovering over top of you, brushing the hair from your face, cradling your cheek as your body shivers from the aftershocks of pleasure

"I'm here, you're safe. I'm here."

Light kisses on your face

Holding you carefully as you both steady your breathing

Aragorn-

Shushes you as you gasp and shake, rubbing soothing circles against your thighs and hips while you come down from the high

Whispers assurances as he lays beside you, continuing to rub your sides and arms while watching your expressions closely

He smiles when you do, relieved that you're okay and he hasn't pushed you too far

Will run his fingers through your hair and compliment you on your performance

Gathers you into his arms the moment you reach for him, holding you close and whispering his love for you over and over again

Boromir-

Is initially proud of himself and the fact you're a quivering, gasping mess

His smirk fades as your breath remains stuttered, holding himself up over you

"Are you all right?"

You nod but he doesn't believe you

Flips over and moves you so that you're laying on top of him

Rubs your back and cards his fingers through your hair as your body relaxes at the sound of his heartbeat

Still pretty proud of himself

Faramir-

Would think he had done something wrong

Kiss you all over, assessing you with worried eyes

Would hold you the moment you reached for him

Gazing into your eyes, whispering again and again "I'm here, I'm here"

You would kiss him deeply to assure him that you were fine, a kiss he would gratefully return

Elrond-

He would encourage you to cum one more time for him even after you've cum so hard

Would kiss you once you're totally spent, slow and deep

Whisper elvish in your ear

Would leave briefly to gather some wine, a basin of hot water and a cloth

Sponge bathes your sweaty, heaving body, leaving a trail of kisses in between

Helps you to drink some wine

Would hold you carefully, talking about everything and nothing as you fall asleep

Fanfic Masterlist

[blnkppr]

aragorn x reader smut

late nights

you never thought that you'd be someone that a literal king would gawk over, let alone be having sex with. yet here aragorn was, the rightful king to gondor, as he pounded into your tight and wet hole with ease.

he had your legs pressed up to your chest, his eyes stuck onto where his cock would disappear into your warm hole. just the sight caused a groan to leave his lips spit covered lips.

his attention drew back to you when you let out a particularly loud moan. he knew that moan.

"right there, my love?" he whispered out breathlessly. you nodded your head eagerly at his words, whines flooding from your lips.

"use your words, my love," he whispered again as he brought his face up to yours, his breath hot on your jaw.

"yes," you weakly muttered, "right there- please, right there."

his smirk was devilish, "there's my good girl," he groaned into your ear before his lips attached to your neck, sucking deep purple bruises into it. this was going to be a long night.

[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; Beneath the Stars (Aragorn x Reader)

Summary - A woman draped in cloth cut from the night sky, an awestruck ranger admiring from afar, and a bet between elven royals—what could go wrong?

Warnings - Smut, language, afab!reader, fem!reader, mention of alcohol (poorly written), poorly written dancing (I do not know how to dance), woodland elves getting crunk (they know how to party), heavily implied marriage (Aragorn and Reader), heavily implied wife!Reader, heavily implied husband!Aragorn, simp!Aragorn (man loves his betrothed), mention of bets (Legolas and Arwen), nonsexual tension (Legolas and Arwen—they just want to win the bet), heavy dom/sub undertones and dynamic, sub!Aragorn, dom!Reader, heavily alluded worshipping kink (Aragorn is just a simp), unprotected sex, mention of a womb (reader), mention of female genitalia (reader), mention of male genitalia (Aragorn), handjob (Aragorn receiving), lowkey humiliation kink (Aragorn having), degradation (Aragorn receiving), poor attempt at dirty talk, name calling (Aragorn is called a dumb whore), reader is called mistress and goddess, slight mean reader (but in a hot way), hair pulling (Aragorn receiving), semi-public sex, creampie, and maybe more (I might have missed a few things).

Pronouns & POV - She/Her, third-person (starts more Aragorn leaning)

Pairings - Aragorn x Reader (romantic), implied Reader x Arwen (friendly). Arwen x Legolas (friendly rivalry)

Word Count - 6,100+ (I do not know how we got here, but we did)

A/N - Another one from the suggestion box! "This takes place in Northern Mirkwood, where Legolas is from. Maybe Aragorn and Reader are there for some sort of formal event? Reader stuns Aragorn in an Elvish dress and she kinda takes advantage. Poor Aragorn becomes a mess! Arwen and Legolas have made a secret bet on how fast it’ll take for Aragorn and Reader to sneak away. Reader is wearing a pretty dark blue Elvish dress with long sleeves and some kind of pretty silver embroidery." — @tsum00 (I hope I tagged the right person, please correct me if I am wrong!) This may have gone a bit off from the suggestion, so I do apologize for that! I hope you enjoy regardless, thank you so much for your suggestion and your kind words! I really enjoyed writing this and ended up with more plot written than I expected, so I do apologize for that! I made the feast, the feast of starlight as that was the only one I could remember at the moment. I kept the reader as vague as possible but included the dress, the only defining features are plump lips. I got way too into writing this while simultaneously having writer's block...it was an experience but an enjoyable one. Smut below the cut!

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Mereth Nuin Giliath, otherwise known as the Feast of Starlight in the common tongue. A celebratory feast held in admiration for the various lights that shone within the darkened sky alongside the vast moon that loomed over them.

The exact origins of the feast were unknown to those outside of the woodland halls, and the king of Gondor was no exception to said fact. However, it mattered not to the recently crowned king why he was there to celebrate such matters; he was merely joyous to be invited to such festivities—vastly aware of the secrecy of the northern elves.

A gentle breeze drifted throughout the woodland halls as the celebrations echoed within, carrying the strumming of harps and the chatter of elves as it floated through the chilled air. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the dancing figures on the busied floor, painting the walls with tall, darkened reflections of their graceful movements as they basked within the energy of the natural light from above.

The various figures swayed upon the dance floor, yet the grace within their movements began to gnaw away with each sip of rouge liquid that stained the various elven lips. A similar hue dripped onto the old, wooden floor beneath them, quenching the dried wood with the taste of aged elven wine as their goblets flowed over while their movements became more primal.

Amongst the sea of dancing figures, there was one whom the recently crowned king's eyes could not part from—his dearly betrothed, Y/N.

To say the woman was a vision was an understatement to the king. The deep blue silk draped upon her heavenly figure made her appear like a goddess wrapped in the same night sky the elves danced under. The soft twinkles of the silver spool sewn into the gown shimmered with each sway of her hips amidst the mixed lights.

As the elves continued to rejoice beneath the light of the stars, the new king could not help but envision how he might later rejoice beneath the light of her. The moisture within his mouth began to overflow at the thought as he shifted upon the heels of his feet, the old wooden floor creaking beneath the moving weight as his mind continued to wander—picturing the heavenly flesh hidden beneath the smoothness of silk.

"Your mind wanders." A familiar voice broke through the static of the king's trance, reminding the man of the familiar elven prince who stood to the right of him. "Have you heard a single word I had spoken?" The prince questioned, a thick brow quirked upwards as the man nervously raised the goblet of rouge liquid to meet his thin lips.

"I, erm..." Any hint of excuse died within Aragorn's throat as the blood within his cheeks burnt hot, his eyes betraying him as they continuously darted back to the packed floor—watching as the beautiful temptress swayed amongst the sea of elves. "I had not." He uttered, a soft admission as he attempted to revert his eyes towards the prince beside him, yet he struggled to pull his gaze away from the temptation upon the dance floor.

Lost in a trance, like a sailor lulled to the depths of the sea by a siren, his gaze followed each hypnotic sway of the woman's hips. The deep blue fabric swished side to side with each motion, the silver embellishments twinkling within the pale moonlight, pulling him deeper into the trance of arousal.

"Why stand and watch when you could be beside her?" The elven prince questioned, once again pulling the man back from the depths of his desires. "No one would fault you if you were to slip away for a moment." Legolas continued, his tone sounding more like a tempting song. Though Aragorn could not see it, he could hear how Legolas' smirk dripped upon each word he uttered.

"Legolas," Another familiar voice spoke from beside Aragorn, one full of softness and femininity—yet the slightest twinge of irritation weighed heavy upon the elf's name. "Aragorn is in no need of your council." She continued, the soft swish of her wine tapped against her glass, her hand clenching around the stem as her gaze fixated upon her fellow elven royal—sapphire eyes narrowing in displeasure as the prince's ocean ones twinkled with mischief.

"Perhaps I shall accompany my betrothed." The words that left Aragorn's lips were in a dream-like trance, light and airy—full of desire and satisfaction as he continued to admire his beloved.

The sound of his betrothed's laughter floated alongside the strumming of harps in the air, fluttering into the man's ears, filling his chest with a glow of warmth and a yearning for her tender caress. There was not a single flaw within the woman upon the dance floor, none that the recently crowned king could find—and if any dared to utter otherwise, he would ensure they would be unable to utter another word ever again.

The thought alone was enough to cause the man's grasp to tighten around his goblet, clenching around the cold metal within his calloused palm as the muscles within his jaw began to tense at the nonsensical fantasy his mind had composed.

As his mind continued to string along peculiar fantasies, the woman spun around. The corners of her plump lips quirked into a playful smile as the weight of her head tilted back in laughter, the hue of her hair cascading down her scalp like a waterfall beneath the pale moonlight as she continued to rejoice in the festivities. That was all it took; the sight of his beloved so wild and free was all it took to break his resolve.

"Pardon me." Aragorn uttered, his words barely catching within the sensitive ears of his royal elven companions as his feet guided him onto the dance floor. Discarding the goblet of rouge liquid upon the way, wishing to have his hands free for what was to come.

As the head of auburn hair disappeared amongst the sea of elven heads, an amused snicker slipped out of the elven prince's thin lips.

"It appears you will have to make good on your bet, my lady," Legolas began, his voice laced with smugness as he brought his goblet to his lips, allowing the pool of rouge liquid to enter them. "I shall be expecting the wine by the next full moon." He continued, earning a scoff from the elven lady's plump lips.

"You merely led him to her," Arwen rebutted, a slender hand waving slightly to dismiss the notion Legolas had proposed. "I have faith that I shall be the victor of this bet. Aragorn is no animal."

The statement, ever innocent and determined, caused a sea of laughter to bubble up from Legolas's throat—nearly causing the typically stoic prince to choke upon his wine. "We shall see." He spoke once his throat cleared of laughter, yet the smug grin remained carved upon his thin lips.

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The auburn-haired man continued to push through the sea of elves, uttering soft apologies when he accidentally bumped into one through the cramped path, yet he couldn't stop. He cared little about the path or those in his way; all he cared about was you.

The pale moonlight shone down upon you, bathing you in the silvery hue of its aura as you continued to sway on the floor—appearing like a goddess amidst a sea of faithful servants despite being a mortal amongst near immortals.

The thump of the ranger's booted feet against the wooden floor echoed throughout the air as he approached, garnering your attention as you ended yet another twirl. The deep blue gown fanned out as your motions halted, much attention falling onto your hips and waist as it momentarily tightened around them before returning to its loosened state.

"Y/N," Aragorn breathed as he stood before you, the leather of the tips of his boot touching against the smoothness of your dancing shoe—desperately attempting to be as close to you as possible. "you look lovely." His voice was no louder than a whisper, as the heat of his words gently caressed the flesh of your neck as he leaned closer to you. "Utterly lovely." He repeated the word like a prayer, desperate for his goddess to hear it.

The smile upon your lips curved differently, one of mischief and delight, and the gaze your gemstone-colored eyes held began to narrow. "Oh?" The word left your lips in a breath, watching as the once ranger eagerly bobbed his head to answer you—like the good boy he was. "And tell me, just how lovely do I look?" You teased, eager to hear him sing praises of your beauty as he squirmed with desire under your stern gaze.

"You look like a goddess sent from the heavens," Aragorn breathed dreamily. The heat of his body radiated off of him as he leaned closer to you, desperate to be within your presence, yet knowing better than to touch without permission. "one who I yearn to worship." The heat of his whisper grazed against the sensitive flesh of your neck, his lips hovering a mere breath away from your delicate flesh as his gaze rose to meet yours.

"Is that so?" You questioned, the smug grin never leaving your lips as you gazed down upon the ranger—his knees bent slightly, subconsciously preparing to kneel before you and abide by your beck and call. "And is that how you properly ask to worship me? Is it?" As the taunting question left your lips, the ranger's icy eyes slowly widened in realization. You wanted him to beg among the sensitive ears of elves.

"I..." The moisture dried from the man's mouth, words catching within the back of his throat as his head rose from your neck. "You wish for me to beg?" He whispered, his eyes anxiously darting throughout the room as a heat began to spread throughout the center of his chest. Though the warmth had started as one of unease, it began to settle into a burn of arousal.

"I do not see why not." The floor creaked slightly beneath you as you inched closer to Aragorn, the tips of your shoes pressing into the tips of his boots, forcing them to squish into the flesh of his toes. "But, the others—" "Oh, now the presence of others troubles you, my dear?" You taunted, the heat of your breath grazing against the flesh of his pricked chin, furthering the heat of arousal that spread throughout him.

"You appeared to have no issue ravishing me with your eyes moments ago." You continued, inching closer to the man before you, the softness of your flesh pressing into the hardness of his—causing the hardness within his trousers to grow further. "Well, I, erm..." Aragorn trailed off, unable to find a viable excuse that would explain both how he stared at you and how hardened his cock had become whilst doing so.

"Tell me, pet," The words escaped your lips in a purred tone, as the smoothness of your hand gently encased the side of his face, the roughness of his beard grazing against your palm as he leaned into your touch. "what were you envisioning as you stared at my hips? Hm?" Your thumb grazed against his bottom lip, stained lightly by the rogue hue of the liquid he had so easily downed prior whilst gazing upon you.

"You using me for your pleasure, mistress." Aragorn admitted sheepishly. The heat beneath his cheeks was now a roaring wildfire as the tingling of embarrassment rushed throughout his veins, allowing the flow of blood to fixate on its trail down to his cock.

"Is that so?" You cooed as the smoothness of your thumb continued to caress the smoothness of his stained lower lip. His head bobbed eagerly in agreement, the harshness of his bearded cheek rubbed against your palm as his icy eyes bore up at you large and sparkling with a lustful desire to please you. "Yes, mistress." He breathed, his eyes never leaving yours as he sank his cheek deeper into your touch.

"Such a good toy." The softness of your palm dropped from his face, earning a displeased whimper from the ranger's lips as you inched away—his body seeking yours out as he leaned forward slightly, desperate to be in the warmth of your aura. "Mistress, please." He whined, his desperation to please you overflowing, washing away all his previous worries of the woodland elves hearing him pleading to please you.

Despite how he pleaded, you continued to inch away from him, earning yet another whine to slip through his wine-stained lips. The sight of your heavenly figure backing away from him was near torture as if the gods were ripping away the angel sent to save him from damnation—or rather, bring him closer to it.

Before another sound of displeasure—or another pathetic beg—could escape the king's lips, you curved a finger in his direction, signaling for him to follow, which he did eagerly.

His steps held a bounce as he rushed after you like a stray dog being brought home during a storm. Though the thumping within his chest was rapid, all blood flow fixated on the cause of the growing tent pitching within the front of his trousers as you led the king of Gondor away from the festivities.

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It was a bit of a blur how the ranger ended up in this manner: back pressed firmly against the twisted woodland halls, the old wood digging into the exposed flesh of his rear as his trousers laid upon the ground. The bitter night's air nipped at his exposed flesh, yet his cock was warmed beneath the smoothness of your touch.

His breath hitched within his throat as your delicate hand continued to glide upon his throbbing member, dampened with the saliva you had spat upon it the moment his trousers fell upon the floor.

"What if we are caught?" He whispered, his voice quivering in pleasure as the tip of your thumb grazed over the throbbing head of his cock, smearing the off-white liquid of his pre-release. An amused scoff fell from your lips as you continued to stroke his throbbing length, feeling pulsations of his racing heart within his cock.

"Then they would see what a good whore you are for your mistress." Your cooed words caused his cock to twitch within your touch, the lids of his eyes dropping slightly as the pleasure of praise sunk within his veins. "Though I doubt they would see much, my damn sleeve blocks even my view." You grumbled beneath your breath, your free hand hoisting up your long sleeve yet again as your preoccupied hand continued to twist upon the leaking length, the sleeve soon drooping down—sheathing the king's cock from the night's air and the heat of your gaze.

An annoyed tsk fell from your lips as you attempted to fix your sleeve again, yet to no avail. The smooth silk continued to sway around Aragorn's throbbing cock, occasionally gliding against it as your hand sunk to his base, making a shiver roam down his spine at the pleasurable sensation.

"Mistress, please." He whined, the weight of his head falling back, tilting against the harsh wooden wall behind him as his cock continued to pulsate in your hand. The creamy liquid coated his length entirely, making the motions of your hand even smoother upon his hardness.

"Please what?" You purred as you leaned closer to him, the floor creaking under the shifting of weight as your hand continued to circle his throbbing member. "Use your words like a good whore. Tell me what you want, pet." The heat of your breath grazed the shell of his ear, causing more droplets of his pre-pleasure to leak from the slit of his reddened head.

"Please fuck me." He groaned in pleasure, his eyes looping towards the back of his skull as he felt your hand tighten around his throbbing cock; you could feel each beat of his heart within your palm. "I cannot take it any longer. Please, mistress." His pitiful whines only furthered the grin upon your lips; the mighty King Elessar here, in such a compromising position, begging for your cunt like a pathetic little whore.

"Aw, you want my pussy around your cock? Squeezing all around it while I use it for my pleasure, hm?" The words left your mouth in a teasing purr, yet the king did not deny it. A blur of auburn locks rapidly bobbing filled your view before he weakly leaned back against the wooden wall, his chest rising and falling at an uneven speed as he tried to resist painting your hand white with his seed from your words alone.

"Gods..." He whimpered out, his body quivering in pleasure at the thought of your wet walls wrapped around his thickened cock; gliding up and down it, making it glisten under the moonlight as your warmth enveloped him. "The gods aren't here right now, pet." You hummed, leaning even closer to him as your grip tightened around his sensitive member, causing him to hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure at the sharp tightness.

"Tell me you want it." You breathed into him, lips grazing against the sensitive shell of his ear before they enveloped the lobe for a moment, surrounding his flesh for a split second before your teeth encased them, tugging the flesh downwards, causing the king to groan in pleasure.

"I want it—fuck!" The hand that fiddled with the smooth sleeve of your gown dipped downwards, finding its way where the full sack of his seed rested to which it cupped in a firm grasp. "Shit—I need it, mistress. I need you." He whined in pleasure as your hands continued to stimulate him. One toying with the length of his aching cock as the other massaged his sack, toying with the balls as you rubbed them within your smooth palm.

"That's what I thought." You hummed, your grasp tightening around both manhood and sack for a moment—earning a hiss of pleasure from the king—before you released both. The chill of the night air nipped against Aragorn's sensitive flesh, his cock twitching slightly at the lack of warmth as it drooped ever so slightly without the support of your palm.

The soft swish of fabric hoisted up caught Aragorn's attention, his glazed-over icy eyes slowly fluttering back open to a glorious sight before him: you lifting the skirt of your gown and positioning yourself before him. You reached forward, the warmth of your hand once again encasing the ranger's throbbing cock as you brought the oozing tip to your dampened entrance.

But, instead of sliding the aching tip into the warmth of your cunt, you decided to tease him. Slowly rubbing the angry head against your dripping hole, tapping it against where it so desperately desired to sink into as you looked back at your beloved; his face twisted with a mixture of lust and annoyance.

"Mistress." He whined, it was a pathetic sound you loved to hear him make. It was almost amusing to you how easily you could turn such an admired king into a whining little bitch from the promise of your cunt.

"Patience, my love." You continued to rub the head of his cock against your open entrance, earning an annoyed groan from your desperate pet. Normally, Aragorn would relish in your teasing, the anticipation of sinking into your cunt, yet the influence of the wine had made him very impatient. He needed you now.

The floor creaked under the shifting of his weight as he attempted to slide into you, thrusting into the palm of your head and nearly piercing your entrance with the oozing head of his cock—yet it did not enter.

"Ah, ah, ah." You tsked as you inched back slightly; the grasp you held upon his cock tightened in a warning hold, causing the man to groan in further desperation. Before Aragorn could utter a single complaint, your free hand darted up to his hair, tangling within his auburn locks. "Did I give you permission to do that?" "N-No..." The word quivered upon Aragorn's lips as what he had done slowly sunk in.

"No, what?" You questioned, your tone dripping with assertion as your grasp upon his hair tightened. The soft sting of your nails digging into his scalp caused his cock to twitch within your palm. "N-No, mistress. I am so sorry, mistress." The words left his lips in a nervous, humiliated quiver as his pupils dilated in a mixture of anxiety and arousal. A pathetic little whore, that's what he was. Your pathetic whore.

A mocking laugh rumbled within your chest as you snagged at the auburn strands, forcing his head to the side and exposing the clean flesh of his neck. No longer did it bare the marks of your teeth, the wordless brand that he was yours and yours alone, but now it stood as plain flesh. "You want to fuck your mistress, do you, whore?" A question wordlessly answered with an attempt to nod, his smooth locks rubbing into your palm as he stared at you like a hungered man placed before a feast.

"You are lucky I am feeling generous tonight." The warmth of your palm departed from his cock, yet again, yet your other remained tangled within his auburn locks. The front of your gown had managed to stay hoisted up despite your actions, leaving the ranger whimpering in desire at the sight of your exposed cunt. "You better make this worth my while."

Within a moment of the warning words leaving your lips, you were soon pressed against the wooden wall—backed into the corner as the ranger hoisted one of your legs around his waist, ensuring it circled him firmly as he aligned the tip of his cock with your center. His movements stalled for a moment, his icy eyes locking onto yours, searching for your approval, and with a simple nod of your head, he allowed his thickness to sink into your welcoming walls.

Though you had felt this stretch countless times before, it was as pleasant as the first time. Aragorn's cock slowly sunk into the wetness of your cunt, pushing in inch by inch until the bones of his hips pressed into yours: tearing through your inner walls, stretching them to a satisfying fullness, as the sturdiness of his arms encased you.

His hips remained stagnant for a few moments as he savored the sensation of your cunt gripping him. It was wet, warm, and welcoming—clinging all around him as the weight of his body leaned into you, seeking to be even deeper in the warmth of your grasp.

"Fuck..." He breathed, the heat of his breath grazing against the nape of your neck as he continued to press into you. The harsh prickle of his beard tickled the crook of your neck as he buried his face within it.

Though you loved to see the king in such a vulnerable state, relishing in the heaven that was your cunt, your patience was waning. With a huff of your plump lips, you slowly rolled your hips—forcing an even deeper stretch, one that made the ranger whimper against your neck.

"I said fuck me, not stand there like an idiot." You huffed as your hips rose and fell against his, gliding upon his cock as if it was nothing but another toy for your pleasure within your collection—after all, that's what he was. Your pleasure toy first, husband second. "Or are you too stupid to fuck me properly?" The ranger's cock twitched against your inner walls as you mocked him, feeling every ounce of his cock throbbing within you. The large vein that curved upon it throbbed in pleasure as you berated him, as another pathetic whimper vibrated against the crook of your neck.

"I can't help it." He whined, no longer sounding like the regal king he was at the beginning of the night—turned into a pathetic little fuck toy for the woman who slid upon his cock. "You feel so good, mistress." He continued to babble excuses against your neck, his calloused hands grasping at your arms, clinging onto you like a sailor to a piece of plywood stranded at sea.

The sudden sting of your hand snatching his hair, nails pricking against his scalp, as you tugged his head to the side caused his cock to stir inside of you again. The vein upon the middle throbbing in excitement, droplets of his nearing release oozing out, staining your inner walls.

"I said: fuck me. Not babble like an idiot." You hissed, the grasp held upon his auburn locks tightening—earning a hiss of pleasure from the ranger as his hips finally began to rock into yours. "That's a good boy." You purred, the grasp upon his hair remaining firm as his hips bucked into yours.

Each thrust was slow and deep, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein upon his throbbing, thick cock as he slowly split your inner walls open. A faint sheen of sweat began to form upon your forehead as the ranger continued his thrusts, making your skin glisten under the faint glow of candlelight; making you appear more heavenly than before.

"There we go, just like that." Your hums of pleasure further encouraged the motions the ranger held within his hips; a slight burn began to spread throughout his lower abdomen as his balls tightened slightly—threatening to spill his heavily stowed seed into your willing womb, yet he attempted to resist the lull of release. The squelching sound of your pleasure bounced throughout the woodland halls, likely falling within the ears of every elf in the presence of the celebrations—yet you worried not of it, simply sinking into the deep stretch of the ranger's cock pounding inside of your core.

The swollen, leaking tip of his cock continued to pound away inside of you—grazing against your most sensitive spot. In response to the grazing, your inner walls tightened their moist grasp around his throbbing member as a moan fell from your lips, a sound that nearly pushed the ranger over the edge.

"Aw, are you about to cum?" You cooed, the words oozing with mock care as Aragorn's hips quivered against yours. His tightened balls were slick with the essence of your pleasure as they tapped against your cunt as his aching, desperate cock delved deeper within you. "Y-Yes, mistress." The words left his lips in a shaky breath, the weight of his head quivered within your smooth palm as your grasp upon it tightened further.

"Are you really that pathetic that you cannot fuck me for five minutes without bursting?" The lids of Aragorn's eyes fluttered together tightly, a desperate attempt to restrain himself from emptying his seed within your core. The muscles within his abdomen clenched tightly as he continued to carve his cock within the heavenly embrace of your dripping walls, desperate to be good, desperate to please you. "Do it." You breathed into his ear, causing all motion within his hips to stall as the lids of his eyes flew open.

The weight of his lower jaw dropped, his eyes widening as large as the full moon in the sky as he stood there—mindlessly staring at you. "I—you—what?" He breathed; the nonsensical babbling left his lips in a quiver as his mind struggled to process what you were asking of him. You wanted him to spill his seed within you?

"I said do it." The heat of your breath grazed against the shell of his ear, his hips jutting up into yours mindlessly as your leg tightened around his waist. "Cum in me like the pathetic whore you are." That was all it took for the dam of the ranger's seed to break, bursting into your cunt like an endless river as rope after rope of hot, white liquid poured stained the walls of your womb.

His body trembled within your grasp, the harshness of his nails dug into the smooth silk of your deep blue gown as he continued to splooge ropes of his hot seed deep within your core; rushing to your womb.

"Fuck..." He hissed in pleasure as the grip of your inner walls tightened around him, clenching your inner walls in tauntingly pleasurable sensation for a few moments before releasing and clenching again; allowing his seed to rush even deeper within your core. "Such a pathetic little slut." You breathed, the corners of your lips returning into a smug grin as your gaze narrowed at the man.

A mixture of lust and false annoyance flashed within your eyes, yet you could not deny how pleasurable the warmth of his seed felt within your womb.

"So fucking pathetic, can't fuck me for five seconds without cumming like a little bitch in heat." You continued, making him whine in pleasure, his cock twitching within your core at the degrading. "I am sorry, mistress." He mewled pathetically as his face burnt with embarrassment, his hips mindlessly jutting against yours as his slightly softened cock continued to push his seed within you.

"Show me how sorry you are." You breathed as you tugged at his auburn locks, forcing his head to arch further away from your neck—the burning snag of your grasp toying with his sensitive scalp caused his cock to reharden within you. "Make me cum, and I'll forgive you."

A renewed energy spread throughout Aragorn's body at your command, the speed at which his hips moved quickly turned rapid as his cock pounded away inside of your core earning a surprised squeak to fall from your plump lips.

His aching cock carved itself deep within your walls, the leaking head of his cock thumped against the most special spongy spots within your core in a repeated pattern as his grasp tightened around you—desperate to hold himself back from spewing his seed inside you again, and even more so desperate to give you the pleasure in the manner you had trained him to.

As he continued to pound away inside of you, one of his hands dropped from you and slipped down to the sensitive flesh of your cunt—the heat of your arousal emanated off of it, a sign that he was pleasuring you despite the little sounds of pleasure that left your lips.

You found yourself getting lost in the unintentional pattern of the ranger's hips, sinking into every thrust as the weight of your head tilted back against the wooden wall. It was easy to forget that you were in the halls of the woodland elves, only the muffled cheers of their celebration and varied footsteps that ended just short of you brought you back to the reality of how close you were to getting caught—yet that did not cease your arousal. The squelching sound of your cunt grew louder as the pattern of footsteps grew even louder as the slap of the ranger's hips meeting your own echoed throughout the halls.

"More." You breathed, your voice no louder than a whisper, but not out of fear; out of pleasure. "Give me more. Be a good little fuck toy and make me scream." A command that was promptly heard, the ranger's hand no longer hovered above your heat but now connected with it as the tips of his calloused fingers made contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your back arched at the sensation as Aragorn began to toy with your clit, applying a faint amount of pleasure to the twitching bundle of nerves as he began to massage it in a circle. The sound of your arousal grew even louder from his touch, the silence your lips held now a slew of groaned praises of pleasure as the wetness of your cunt echoed throughout the woodland halls for all to hear.

The air within the halls weighed heavy upon you as a familiar static sensation began to spread throughout your core, as your hips mindlessly rose and fell under Aragorn's touch as you used him for your nearing pleasure.

"That's it, right there." You breathed, your voice rising in pitch as the throbbing head of his cock continued to abuse your spongy spot. The tips of your toes began to curl as a familiar tingling, nearly burning sensation rose within you. The grasp you held upon the back of his head tightened further, a desperate attempt to remain upright as your pleasure neared.

With each stroke of his cock, you grew more sensitive. Each twitch and throb was a steady beat, a song that led you in the dance of pleasure as you neared the endless abyss of what was to come. You attempted to withhold for a few moments longer, wishing to hear him whimper a few more times before breaking yourself, yet with each punch of his cock into your core you grew weaker and weaker.

Within a matter of moments, you were thrown over the edge; a howl of pleasure escaping your lips as the pressure within your core bursted, coating his length and balls with the sweet nectar of your pleasure. Your body shivered in pleasure, waves of ecstasy roaming throughout your veins as your inner walls fluttered around his aching cock, pushing him over the edge yet again.

A small bump distended from your lower abdomen as the familiar, hot gush of his thick seed flooded your core yet again. Drenching the inner walls of your womb with the endless cups of cum you had forbidden him from spilling days prior.

As the static within your mind began to clear, the stars within your eyes slowly fading away, you released the grasp upon his head. Reddened marks of your nails painted his lightly tanned scalp, a marking of your pleasure that was thankfully hidden from the eyes of most—though his tousled hair was enough proof of what had transpired if one had not heard the previous moans.

"That was..." An amused laugh fell from your lips as he attempted to speak yet the pleasure left him unable, his mind still in a cum-drunken trance as his body quivered within the night's air. "Alright, lover boy, let's get cleaned up before someone walks by." You spoke as you dropped his leg from your waist. A stream of white, hot liquid flowed forth from your aching cunt as you slid his throbbing member out of you—earning a displeased whimper from the king, yet he knew better than to utter a single complaint while you were holding his cock.

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As the celebrations began to die down, various elves passed out upon tables and the floor, the King of Gondor and his beloved bride attempted to slip back into the festivities unrecognized.

But they had forgotten of the sharpness of elves' eyes.

"I knew it!" The golden-haired elf boasted, his arms thrust up in the air in victory nearly causing him to spill his goblet of wine upon the raven-haired princess to his right.

"You two could not wait another five minutes?" The elven princess grumbled, her sapphire eyes narrowing in displeasure as she raised her goblet to her lips. Drowning her displeasure of losing in the bitter taste of wine.

"You two knew?" Aragorn questioned, the pitch of his voice rising slightly as it slowly dawned upon him that his elven companions had heard what transpired in the hall. "Knew of it, bet on it. Potato, potato as the hobbits would say." Legolas spoke, his shoulder rising and falling in casualty as the lady of Rivendell grumbled into her wine.

"I cannot believe you allowed him to fuck you so easily! I aided you in finding a gown!" Arwen huffed, her plump lips protruding outwards in a slight pout as her narrowed gaze focused on you.

"I waited as long as I could, my lady. I grew impatient." You spoke, grabbing a goblet of wine from a nearby table as you approached the trio. A familiar heat returned to the king's face as it slowly dawned upon him that his own wife had bet upon his eagerness to bed her. "You were in on this?" His voice was no louder than a whisper, yet as squeaky as a mouse.

The blur of your head nodding caused the heat within Aragorn's cheeks to burn righter, nearly matching the shade of rouge within the elven princess' cup.

"She offered me half her winnings if I aided her." You explained casually, allowing the sweet tang of wine to trickle into your mouth as the elven prince gloated about his winnings.

The king of Gondor stood there mindlessly, his face as red as wine as one thought looped within his mind: elves and their damned betting.

[lokigodofmyheart]

HOT WATER

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Words: 2.4k

Summary: Y/N is exhausted and Legolas show her a place with hot water to relax. 

Warning/Content: soft smut.

MASTERLIST

Legolas observed the girl as she walked alongside the Fellowship. The journey has been long and hard for all of them. But it must had been harder on her, a mortal woman.  

Y/N could feel her muscles ache as she walks with the Fellowship. Her clothe were stained with dust and sweat and wherever else were in those roads. The only thing she craved right now was a moment of peace. Legolas fell back to walk in pace with her. He glanced at her, taking a mental note of her current state of exhaustion.  

Aragorn decided to stop and make camp because it' was getting already darkening it would be way too dangerous to walk at night. Everyone agreed, after all, they were all tired. Except for Legolas. 

As soon everything was settled for them to rest, Y/N sat on the grass, her back against a tree and her eyes closed. She closed her eyes, trying to relax a little. Legolas noticed her state and he sat by her side, as he silently observed her for a moment before speaking.  

"You seem tired." he noted quietly, his voice filled with genuine concern. 

“I am a little.” She looked at him.  

The elf nodded, understanding what she meant. "There's a spring not far from here." He offers slowly, tilting his head towards a direction "The water is pure, warmed by the earth. It will help you." 

Y/N hesitate at first, but the thought of washing away the dirty, in a warm water instead of the cold ones they had been finding...she was really tempted. 

“Okay, sure,” Y/N stood up from the ground with a small smile on her lips“lead the way, elf.” 

Legolas smiles back, his expression gentle. He gets up from his seat and starts making his way through the trees, making sure she was following him as he leads her to a small, secluded spring.  

The water is crystal clear, and steam rises up from its surface. The sun sets leaving them with the dark of the night and the light of the moon "Here we are." he says quietly, gesturing towards the spring. 

“That actually looks very nice.” She spoke already taking off her boots. 

Legolas nodded in agreement. The spring looks like a small oasis in the middle of the forest. The moonlight reflects on the water's surface, glimmering quietly. "Let the water soothe your muscles and ease your mind." he advises, as he turns his back at her politely to let the woman undress. 

She finished quickly, throwing her clothes at the ground and slip into the water. The warm instantly relaxed her body and her aching muscles. Legolas stands on the edge of the spring, his back still towards her. He listens to the sounds of the night, his keen ears attuned to everything surrounding them.  

"You don't need to be so vigilant all the time." Y/N says, looking at his back. 

Legolas' attention abruptly snaps back toward her. Her voice cuts through the silence and he turns slightly to glance at her. He can just make out her form in the water, the moonlight casting a soft glow on her skin "It's dangerous out here." he replies in a quiet voice, still standing on the edge. "We must always be on guard." 

“Well, there’s no danger here.”  

She was correct to a certain extent and he knew it. At this very moment, they were safe and in a secluded area, away from the dangers of the surrounding wilderness  

"Habit." It’s all he says.  

"Join me." Y/N says half-playful, half-serious "I won't look. I promise.” Legolas raises an eyebrow at her request, clearly not expecting it.  

She turned her back to him, as she was trying to untangle her hair, giving no mind to him, after all, she was sure he would decline. But then she heard the quite rustle of fabric. The sound of his tunic being pulled over his head and the rest of his clothes. And them, the water moving as he enters. 

Legolas slowly makes his way to her, his steps light and graceful. The warm water instantly easing his tension. He watches her silently for a moment as she struggles with her hair. Letting out a soft sigh, he spoke "Let me help you with that." 

He carefully moves closer to her through the water, his long, slender fingers reach out to gently undo the tangled strands of her hair. His touch is surprising soft, slowly detangling her messy hair. Nothing at all from what she expected from an Elf prince and warrior.  

“You’re good at this...” Y/N spoke quietly, enjoying the touch of his hands in her hair, enjoying how his fingertips barely grazing at her skin.  

"I have had plenty of practice." he replies quietly, his voice low and calm as he continues. 

She let out a soft chuckle and Legolas couldn't help but smile faintly at the sound. He works through the last few strands of her hair and finally, it is free from tangles. "There." he murmurs, his fingers gently running through her now-smooth hair. 

“Thanks.” She smiles, turning to finally look at him. They were very close, she noticed. And very naked too. She expected him to move away, but he doesn't.  

Their proximity makes him aware of her body, the feel of her skin just inches from his own. His gaze meets hers and it lingers. It's intimate and intense as his eyes travel over her face, tracing the contours of her features. Her face is wet from the water and his gaze is captured by the water droplets on her face, his eyes tracing the path they take He reached out a hand and gently brushed away a few more droplets, his fingers lingering on her skin for a moment.  

He speaks quietly, almost a whisper "You are breathtaking." The words slip out before he realizes. 

Y/N reaches her hand to his shoulder, tracing the path of the droplet, making his breath hitches as her fingers touched his skin, the intimacy of it makes his skin tingle. His gaze doesn't leave hers as he swallows, his own hands slowly cupping her face, brushing her cheekbones before he leans into her, pressing his lips against hers in a slow kiss, testing, savoring her. 

As soon as his lips were on hers, she closed her eyes and kissed him back. Legolas deepens the kiss, his tongue gently tracing the seam of her lips. His hands slowly move, sliding down her neck and over her shoulder, pulling her closer against him, their bodies pressed together in the warm water. 

His hands grow bolder, going to her back, tracing the curve of her spine, sliding lower until he grips her waist beneath the water, pulling her even closer. Legolas breaks the kiss for a moment, his breath uneven, and his eyes dark as they lock onto hers. 

"Tell me to stop" He murmurs. 

“Don't.” she murmurs too, before she closed the distance kissing him again, a more passionate kiss this time.  

Legolas responds to her kiss with fervor, his tongue slipping into her mouth, tasting her as his hands grip her tighter, pulling her closer against him while his hands roams over her body, exploring the curves and angles he's longed to touch. Her hands did the same, exploring his chest, his muscles, making the elf whisper words in his tongue, which she could not understand.  

His kiss becomes more urgent, the need to feel her growing with each passing moment. His hands slide down her body, grabbing her hips firmly and pulling her against him. Y/N let out a soft moan, feeling how hard he already was from just kissing. He breaks away from the kiss, his breath jagged as he looks at her with a silent question. 

Y/N understood and nod at him. Legolas doesn't need any more encouragement. He gently lifts her, his strong hands sliding down the backs of her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist. When he sinks into her, he does it slowly, eyes locked into hers, watching every little reaction. Watching as she moans and her eyes almost roll back as she enters her inch by inch.  

Legolas holds her against him, his hands gripping her thighs as he stays still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried deep inside her. His eyes are darkened with need and desire as he looks at her, a soft growl escaping him as he starts to move in a slow and gentle pace.  

The water ripples around them as they move and the night were filled with soft gasps and moans from both of them. He loves how responsive she is to his touch, the way she gasps and moans, the way her nails digging into his shoulder, the way she arches against him as he moves, pushing her closer to the edge. 

Legolas felt when she reaches her orgasm, clenching around him and makes him follows her when the sensation is too much and he finally cum. Legolas holds her tight against him, feeling her body trembles. He buries his face into the crook of her neck, his arms around her waist, holding her as he follows her over the edge of pleasure, murmuring in his mother language. 

“What does that mean?” She asks curiously.  

He lifts his head up to look at her, his eyes still hazy with pleasure he replies in a gentle voice "It roughly translates to 'my sweet flower'”. 

Y/N smiles a little with his answer and he couldn’t help but returns the smile. She lifts her hand, gently caressing his cheek. Legolas closes his eyes at her touch, taking in the feeling of her fingers on his skin, her tenderness bringing him a sense of peace. For a moment, all he can think of is her, the feeling of her body against his, the soft sound of her breathing and the touch of her fingers on his skin. 

“We should go, before Aragorn or Gimli come look for us...” she made no motion to move from him. 

 Legolas reluctantly nods, knowing that she's right. He carefully pulls her legs from around his waist, letting her stand on the ground, but still keeping her close. He caresses her cheek gently and steals a quick kiss before speaking. 

They slowly move to get out of the water. Legolas steps out first, reaching out to help her from the water. He grabs his trousers from the ground and quickly pulls them on. He stays by her side as she gets dressed too, not wanting to leave her just yet "Unfortunately, you're right..." 

They slowly move to get out of the water. Legolas steps out first, reaching out to help her from the water. He grabs his trousers from the ground and quickly pulls them on while Y/N did the same with her clothes. When they’re done, he steps closer, taking her hand in his and lacing his fingers through hers. 

She smiles again, giving him a quick kiss. Legolas responds to the kiss, gently cupping her face with his free hand. His thumb caresses her cheek as he looks at her, his gaze tender and fond as he speaks, his voice low 

"We should return to the others..." 

Y/N nods. She broke the silence as they walk back to the camp “Thanks, I really needed that...the water was indeed good.”  

Legolas nods in understanding, his hand still holding hers as they walk slowly "So did I." he replies quietly "It's a small moment of peace and relaxation, something we rarely get in this journey." 

Once they step back where the fellowship was, they noticed that Aragorn and Gimli were still awake. And obvious Aragorn was the first to notice that Legolas’ hair was also wet. 

Aragorn gives a sly smile at the sight of Legolas' wet hair. His eyes dart to Y/N for a moment, then back to Legolas 

"Went for a swim, didn't you?" he asks, clearly amused. 

“We really needed a shower. You should try one too.” She says back to him. Legolas glances at her with a subtle smile, appreciating her humor.  

Aragorn chuckles in response to her suggestion, but there's a knowing look in his eyes as he replies. "I'll give it serious consideration. A proper bath wouldn't hurt." 

She chuckles too, sitting by the fire with them and Legolas followed her. The man, the elf and the dwarf kept talking, but Y/N was so tired she slowly fell asleep, letting her head fall on Legolas’ shoulder.  

The elf glances down at her, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he realizes she's dozed off, her head now resting on his shoulder. He instinctively brings his arm around her, pulling her a little closer, careful not to wake her.  He looks up to see Aragorn and Gimli's eyes on them, both wearing knowing smiles “Not a word.” 

Gimli raises an eyebrow, a lopsided grin on his face, and whispers just loud enough for them to hear “Looks like someone found a new pillow." 

Aragorn tries to hide a chuckle, but it ends up as a cough. He glances at Legolas, a smirk on his face “Who knew our dear Legolas made such a comfortable pillow?" 

Legolas rolls his eyes at their comments, trying to dismiss them with a snort of feigned annoyance. He looks down at Y/N, still asleep against him, her head resting on his shoulder. His expression softens as he speaks quietly, almost to himself "She's just tired..." 

“Yes, a bath in hot waters must be really exhausting.”  Aragorn says teasing his friend. 

Legolas shoots Aragorn a look, knowing he's not going to give up this topic anytime soon "We both needed it. It's been a long day." 

Gimli can't help but chime in, still smiling in amusement "Of course you did. And since both your clothes are dry, I wonder if-" 

Legolas raises a hand, silencing Gimli mid-sentence “Enough, you two." he mutters sternly, his patience running thin. Aragorn and Gimli exchange grins, but they decide to drop the topic for now.  Legolas carefully scoops her up in his arms, making sure not to wake her, and carries her to her bedroll. He lays the woman down gently, making sure she's comfortable. He pulls a blanket up over her, tucking it around her loosely, and sat by her side, keeping watching her as the other’s sleep. The rest of the night is quiet, and the only sound is the soft breathing of the rest of the Fellowship. 

[be-xkyy]

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑡 / 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑃𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟

These are some of the ones I will publish, but tell me if you want someone else, it can be from Movie, Serie or Book :)

𝐸𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠🍃

Thranduil

Legolas

Haldir

Elrond

Adar

Annatar/Sauron

𝐷𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑠

Thorin

Fili

Kili

𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠

Aragorn

Éomer

Boromir

Faramir

[gloomwitchwrites]

Flower Crown

Aragorn x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (MDNI): fluff, light angst, kissing, non-descriptive intimacy

Word Count: 2k

During a spring festival, the man you love returns unexpectedly.

ao3 // main masterlist // spring 2024 masterlist

The sky is a cloudless, endless ocean above your head.

You breathe deep, savoring the scents in the air. Newly bloomed flowers, freshly baked bread, and roasting chicken all infiltrate your nostrils, reminding of you the celebration that’s about to begin. Anticipation buzzes under your skin like a swarm of startled bees. You’ve been waiting for this all winter. Spring is finally here, knocking, ready to be greeted. The flowers are in full bloom, and the trees have awakened from their solemn slumber.

Every year the small village in which you’ve lived your whole life celebrates the changing of the seasons. A community-wide festival is held. Each person is involved in their own way, and the duties are often assigned at the beginning of winter to allow everyone to prepare. Sometimes, these responsibilities shift, but a few remain the same.

Last year, you attended the baker in their duties to provide baked goods. This year, you were tasked with sewing new dresses for all the unmarried young women. The base fabric, an off-white cotton, remains the same. It’s like a blank page awaiting colorful paint or black ink, each dress ready to be designed with every young woman in mind. You, and several of the married women, take great care in personalizing each dress to the young ladies’ personalities.

It is not by chance that this happens. It is more than tradition. Rebirth and renewal are the themes of the festival, and with that comes an influx of weddings. The dresses are for that very reason, as a form of matchmaking, along with the presented flower crowns and the festival itself. You’ve always thought it silly but never truly commented on the matter. Fortunately, with you on sewing duties, you were able to work on your own dress.

With the dresses come flower crowns. They are given to the young women by unmarried men of the village. It is always the married women and village elders who quietly determine which man will gift what crown to who. They’re intuition is almost always correct. It is rare for a pair to not eventually marry. Sometimes it is quick, and sometimes it is years later before either realizes they belong together.

And the flower crowns are the true beauty. Another group handmakes each one. But because you know how intricate they are, you did nothing for your dress. It is simple. Plain. Just because you’re forced to be part of this tradition doesn’t mean you want to try and find a husband. You’re perfectly fine alone, because the man you do want is far away.

He isn’t avoiding you. Not on purpose. Aragorn is a ranger. He thrives in the wilds, seeking out the darkness to rid it from the world. But you do miss your wanderer. He tries to travel through your area as often as he can just to see you.

Over the years, the friendliness has grown, becoming heat and tension.

None of the other men in the village make you feel the way he does, and they likely never will.

In the shade of a tree, you smooth out the front of your dress. The tips of your fingers itch and you need to move them just to calm yourself. That alone is silly. What do you have to be nervous for? The process is always the same, always consistent, so why do you feel like this?

The young, unmarried women begin to congregate near the arch of flowers. Breathing deep, you march forward, finding your spot where it always is. You can taste the eagerness in the air. The women around you are just as nervous, nearly bouncing on their toes. They whisper to each other, giggling, but none of them glance your way or address you.

All day, and not even one has thanked you for your work.

But you won’t let it eat away at your resolve. Today is a good day. You’ll drink berry wine and gorge yourself on delicious food while listening to the married women gossip about their husbands.

As the village elders arrive, all talking ceases. That is the cue, and just like the women in line, you curtesy. You’re not allowed to look up, to glance into the face of the man who will place a crown upon your head. You keep your head bent and gaze on the ground.

There is shuffling, the rustling of hands lifting crowns. You focus on the green grass beneath your feet. You’re the only one up here not wearing shoes. You breathe in, and out, watching as so many pairs of polished boots pass by.

When someone does stop before you, the boots are not clean. They are muddy and have seen travel. You almost want to laugh but really, you’re curious. Who is this? Who would be so bold to come to the crowning with filthy boots?

In the next moment, the crown is placed upon your head. You don’t move. Don’t breathe. The stranger’s fingers brush the underside of your chin, pressing gently. You respond. You can’t resist. It is natural to do so.

Your gaze takes in this stranger as your head lifts. And when you see his face, you realize that this is no stranger at all.

“Aragorn,” you whisper, and his response is a smile.

There is applause, and good-natured cheering all around, and yet you respond to none of it. It is only him, this man you’ve been missing, standing before you.

“What are you doing here?” you ask just as the music starts up. It’s too early. Aragorn often arrives in the fall when the leaves start to change.

Others are already wandering off together or going their separate ways. You’re left staring, happy to see him but not understanding why.

“To see you,” he replies.

To see you. To see you. Whatever nervousness you felt before is gone, replaced with a giddiness that sends heat right to your cheeks.

When you don’t reply immediately, Aragorn frowns. “Have I upset you?”

“No!” You reach for him, grabbing his upper arm, taking a step forward. “Not at all. I’m just…surprised.”

His gaze softens, and you could fall into his depths. “Didn’t think I’d come?”

“You always visit when the weather begins to cool.”

“I do,” he agrees. “Couldn’t stay away.” Aragorn says this almost absently as his fingers toy with a white ribbon on your dress.

A young woman shrieks with delight, and you and Aragorn both turn as she’s hoisted in the air.

“Would you like to dance?” he asks.

The answer is immediate. “Yes.”

He presents his hand, and you take it. His palm is warm. Strong. Aragorn leads, and then you’re moving, matching the correct steps. It’s not an intense dance but it isn’t slow either.

“Did you just arrive?”

He smiles. “As they were distributing the flowers.”

“Is that why you’re so dirty?” Aragorn laughs as you lean in and sniff, making an exaggerated expression. “And smelly?”

“I thought you liked the way I smelled after a ride.” Aragorn wraps his arm around your waist, turning as he does so.

“A ride,” you correct. “Not a journey.”

The music swells, dips, and then increases in pace. You’re left focusing on your feet, going through the motions. But Aragorn knows what he’s doing, and he leads you through it effortlessly. It’s difficult to speak, but his hands do enough talking. Aragorn’s touch lingers. He might squeeze slightly or allow his hand to wander. It stirs something hot in your belly that travels lower until you’re blazing everywhere.

When the music comes to an end, and the two of you are out of breath, Aragorn places his hand on your lower waist and guides you away.

“Something to drink?”

“Please.”

Berry wine is had before Aragorn takes your hand again, the two of you strolling off into the nearby orchard. Between the trees, there is privacy, the two of you walking in gentle silence. It’s just your hand in his and the warm breeze that stirs up your dress.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you say, stopping next to an apple tree. There are leaves on its branches but no blooms.

Aragorn comes to a stop beside you, his chest nearly brushing your shoulder. “Glad? That is all you feel?” With a soft touch, Aragorn turns your head in his direction. His head is angled downward, and there is no escaping what you see in his eyes.

There are times when the two of you have found a bit of quiet, some peace only with the need to explore the other. As you gaze upon his face, you are entirely aware of what he wants, but Aragorn is an honorable man. He will not push or insist on more unless you’re the one who seeks it out.

The berry wine is warm in your blood. Aragorn’s nearness is just as intoxicating. His fingers play with that same ribbon, and you lean into his touch until your noses brush lightly against each other.

“There is plenty I feel,” you reply, your voice a whisper amongst the birdsong and breeze.

“Is your heart willing to share?” Aragorn tugs lightly on the ribbon, loosening a portion of the bodice.

“Is yours willing to hear the truth?” you counter, knowing that you’d give him anything in this moment.

Aragorn tugs on the ribbon again, loosening the bodice further. Air rushes into your lungs as your chest receives a bit of freedom. “Tell me now. Under the trees. Let the sky listen.”

“You’re far too sweet to be a warrior,” you laugh, and Aragorn grins, closing the distance. The kiss is chaste and lovely, sending heat down to your toes and up to the crown of your head.

Your fingers find the front of his tunic. They curl inward, pulling of their own accord, seeking his closeness. Aragorn indulges, deepening the kiss until your bodies are pressed together. His hand rises, clutching the back of your neck. There is only you and him and your repeated meetings.

When you finally break apart, your lips are raw, and you hunger for more. You ache for deeper things, and long to tell him so.

“Is this all right?” he asks, fingers brushing against your exposed collarbone.

“Yes,” you murmur in reply, shivering under his touch.

Aragorn returns to your mouth, and you open for him. Your own fingers explore as much as his, but it is Aragorn’s fingers that venture beneath fabric.

You inhale sharply, and his hand retreats. “Apologies.”

“Don’t stop,” you say, grasping his wrist to guide his hand back to your skin.

Under the shade of the apple tree, Aragorn follows your lead, the two of you finding a dance. Although time has not been kind, keeping the two of you parted, there is no need to rush. You are happy simply existing with him, taking time to explore and savor what you’ve missed over the last few months.

Every caress is a song, and each kiss not only satiates but fuels the hunger that sits low in your belly. Fingers press and dig into skin. Clothing opens or falls away. There is no one else around, and Aragorn’s warmth is all you seek.

“Will you stay?” you ask between kisses.

Aragorn pauses, drawing back slightly. “For a few days.”

A few days. A few days with him and then separation. With Aragorn arriving now, will he return in the fall? Or will this be your new normal?

Even as these doubts swirl in your mind, you know the truth.

You don’t care.

As long as he comes, as long as he returns to you when he can, that is enough.

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A/n: He's so fine

[ PIN ] ; the sender pins the receiver against the wall.

Warnings: p in v, cream pie , wall sex , public sex , quickie.

Ara lath:My love

‘Ma’sal’shiral:My life

The battle was over. Helm’s Deep stood, bloodied but unbroken. Yet in Aragorn’s heart, there was only one thing that mattered.

you.

He found you in the stone corridors of the fortress, your hair damp from rain and battle, armor scratched but your ethereal beauty undimmed. The moment your eyes locked with his, everything else fell away—the corpses, the cries, even the dawn’s cold wind.

“Ara lath…” you whispered, voice trembling from exhaustion and emotion.

He didn’t answer.

He ran

He took you.

Your back hit the cold stone wall with a gasp, his body pressed to yours, armor clinking as his hands tore off his gloves. His mouth crashed into yours, rough, desperate, starved. You responded in kind, fingers threading through his tangled hair as your lips molded together, teeth clashing in a kiss that said I thought I’d lost you.

His body was trembling against yours, hands shaking as if he was grounding himself to hold you.

“Never—” he growled against your neck, voice hoarse and low as he shoved up your tunic, fingers sliding along your bare thighs. “—leave my sight again.”

“I didn’t,” you breathed, helping him tug aside your underclothes, hips arching toward his rough touch. “You just ran too fast.” Your voice holding a teasing edge as Aragon looked up at you.

His teeth grazed your pointed ear, and a low, dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Then I’ll make sure you stay close.”

In one swift motion, he undid his belt and freed himself, hissing as the head of his cock rubbed against your soaked folds. “You’re already ready for me…”

You sunk your lip into your lip, hands clutching his shoulder as a small whimper left your lips.“For you, always,” you panted, wrapping your legs around his waist as your head rested against the stone.

He drove into you with one deep, punishing thrust.

The air rushed from your lungs, your nails biting into leather as he buried himself fully, the stretch brutal and perfect. He didn’t give you time to adjust, he couldn’t, the need to feel you, to claim you after nearly losing you, was too great.

Because after that battle, he realized losing you became all too real.

Your body shook with each thrust and part of you swore that the wall would crumble if he was not holding you. Your moans bounced off the stone, swallowed by the fortress, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. “Aragorn—Ara lath—harder—”

He growled and obeyed, pounding into you with wild need, one hand gripping your thigh, the other fisting in your hair to keep you locked to him.

“I thought I’d die without telling you I loved you,” he rasped. “I won’t let that happen again.”

You gasped, head falling back. “Then make me yours again… make me feel it…”

He captured your lips once more, brutal and searing, his cock plunging deep and fast, filling you with every thrust. You shattered around him with a cry, your body clenching tight. He grunted, slammed in once, twice more—and then came with a low, broken moan against your throat, spilling inside you, burying himself as deep as he could.

You clung to each other in the aftermath, your sweat mingling, foreheads pressed together.

“I will never leave your side again,” he swore, voice shaking.

You smiled weakly. “Good. Because I don’t think I can walk.”

He laughed against your lips, breathless and full of love, before kissing you once more—softly this time.

“Then I’ll carry you, Ma’sal’shiral. Always.”

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say don't go | aragorn x fem!reader

description: getting ready to leave for battle leads to an unexpected conversation.

trigger warnings: angst, mentions of violence, some sexism, daughter of gandalf!reader, witch!reader, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: <1k

You squeezed through the many bodies of men that were amongst the camp. Searching for Aragorn, your tired eyes bounced from tent to tent, hoping he would appear eventually.

Across the camp, Aragorn was saddling his horse. You took the opportunity to approach him as he was seeming to be leaving somewhere in secret; without Legolas and Gimli, more evidently.. without you (you observed).

"You're leaving?" You questioned with a subtly firmness which you did not intend.

Aragorn saw you, eyes locked for a moment before parting his lips to speak, "This I must do alone, Y/N."

You nearly rolled your eyes, but fought yourself from doing so and remained still. The crickets sung, filling the silence between the both of you. He stared at you with reluctance, but continued to saddle his horse.

"So you're no longer the ranger from the North, are you?" You questioned and looked at you. "You are the King of Gondor.. protecting his people, is that right?"

"Y/N, I need you here protecting these warriors. You are more powerful than any of us all together," Aragorn explained, stepping toward you away from the stallion. "I am leaving to summon an army that will defend us, we do not have the numbers and you know that."

"That is precisely why I should be going with you, you'll die back there," You stated, blankly.

"I do not fear death," He replied.

"You have far too much pride, Aragorn," You whispered, lowly.

"You will stay here and protect these men," He ignored your insult.

"That is what I am to do? Stay here and watch you go?" You bit off, frustratedly.

"I must do this alone, Y/N," Aragorn repeated more what felt like the hundredth time that evening.

You were beyond frustrated now. It felt as though you were conversing with a stone wall. Aragorn never doubted your abilities and your magic, but now it felt like you were merely a woman being told to stand back while a man took care of other matters of business.

Unaware of your emotions, your eyes filled with tears and became red. You were angry more than anything and reached your hand up into a fist. Aragorn watched you with a furrow in his brow. His pupils large as he slowly gripped your wrist, ever so gently.

"Tell me to stay," Aragorn spoke softly to you as you looked to him with an emotionless expression, though tears continued to fall. "Say don't go," He added.

"I cannot tell you that," You replied, wanting more than anything to.

"I don't understand," Aragorn lowered your hand as it was no longer balled in a fist. "A moment ago you are angry that I go alone, now you tell me you can't say you don't wish for me to leave."

"What I want is to join you, Aragorn," You told him with pure vexation. "I never felt like just a hopeless woman with you until this very moment. I cannot tell you to stay, but I can come with you. I can make sure that you do not end up dead."

Aragorn stared at you for a moment longer before his lips curved into a soft smile, "You're almost as stubborn as Gandalf."

"I learned from the best," You whispered and a snicker left your lips shortly after. "Don't unsuspect that Legolas and Gimli won't be coming along as well," You warned with a small, thin smile.

Aragorn's lips curved into a pleasing smile in response.

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a/n: i don't know how i feel about this. is it good?? idk how to feel!! needless to say, i hope you enjoyed this sweetpeas! this is my first lotr fic and i'll definitely be doing more! mwah! be safe and happy (almost) halloween! <33 — angelina.

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Angel

arwen undómiel x fem mortal reader

Summary: After orcs destroy your village you escape into the woods where you feel the life slipping from you from your injuries. That is, until an angel finds you.

Notes: 18+ only!!! Lightly based off the scene where Arwen rescues Frodo. A little smut (mostly kissing/lil nudity), fluff fluff fluff, mentions of violence/injury, wlw.

i love her sm

Word count: 2.3k

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You run for your life into the thick woods after orcs had just destroyed your village. You grasp both arms tightly around your bleeding stomach where you were stabbed. Eventually, your stumbling steps become more difficult before you turn light headed and fall to the ground. As you lay there under the stars you feel the life slowly slipping away from you.

Your vision suddenly goes bright white and you know that you must have died. A beautiful angel comes into your view and you stare up at her with clouded eyes.

“Telin le thaed.” (I have come to help you.) Her angelic voice softly hums in your ears. “Lasto beth nîn. Tolo dan na ngalad" (Hear my voice. Come back to the light.)

You subconsciously follow her voice into the light around her until the bright light vanishes and the night sky reappears above you. The angel comes clearer into your sight and you realize she is an elf.

“Your injuries are far too grave. We must get you to my father.” She says as she examines your wounds.

Suddenly, there is a distant roar of orcs and she shoots up, staring sharply in that direction.

“We must hurry.” She says as she wraps her arms around you and picks you up.

She was much stronger than you expected as she swiftly lifts you onto her horse before climbing on behind you.

"Noro lim, Asfaloth.” (Ride fast, Asfaloth.) She says to her horse before speeding away.

During the ride you began to lose consciousness many times but each time you started to go limp you would feel her hug you tighter. You tried your best to head her silent command to stay awake but you begin to drift away again.

The next thing you remember is feeling her lift you from the horse and carry you. You had such a strong feeling of safety wrapped in her arms, your head tucked into her chest, that you had never felt before. She places you down onto a bed and your eyes begin to open again. You see her worried face looking down at you as an older male elf comes into view.

“Lorna.” (Sleep.) He says as he waves a hand over your face and you instantly fall into a deep slumber.

**********

When you wake again she is the first thing you see, her dazzling blue eyes peering down at you. Then your eyes slowly adjust to your surroundings. You look around at the beautifully built bedroom with swirls of orange and pink skies outside the open windows. Soothing sounds of the waterfalls outside drift into the room.

“Where am I?” You ask, but it comes out as a croaked whisper.

“Rivendell.” She calmly says. “The house of Elrond. I had to bring you here to my father. He was able to heal most of your wounds but you will still need to be careful and move slowly. You slept through most of today as you healed, which is good.”

You move the blanket and lift your blood stained shirt slightly to examine your stomach where only some faint marks and soreness remained.

“I cleaned the blood from your skin but you will need to change into fresh clothing.” She says, handing you a clean night dress.

You begin to sit up and hiss in pain. The wounds were gone but you could still feel some sharp pains in your stomach.

“Are you alright?” She asks, her voice laced with light concern.

You nod as you sit up from bed. As you go to move your legs from the bed you hiss in pain again and clench your stomach, shaking your head.

“I can help you dress, if you would let me.” She softly offers.

The idea made your heartbeat quicken and you were not sure why. You nod to her and she helps you to sit up properly before gently beginning to remove your shirt. You move your arms to cover your now exposed chest as your cheeks heat. She grabs your clean night dress and gestures your arms up. You reluctantly lift your arms, your breasts now on full display. Arwen tries to be respectful but you catch her eyes dart quickly to your chest and her breathing seemed to increase like yours was.

The dress fits perfectly as she helps you pull it down. She holds her hands out for you to grab to stand, and you do. You wince slightly as you stand up, the skirt of your dress dropping to your ankles. She slightly lifts the skirt back up to help you remove your dirt covered pants. The dress falls to cover your lower half as she pulls your pants down but when her fingers brush against your exposed legs your breath catches in your throat. There is a strange tension in the air as she assists you back into bed.

“I will have supper sent to your room and leave you to rest.” She says.

“Thank you.”

She nods and turns to leave.

“For everything.” You say as she pauses to look back at you. “For saving my life.”

A smile brightens her plain expression, the first one you had seen from her.

“I am just lucky to have found you.”

“I believe I am the lucky one.” You joke and she chuckles. “Forgive me, I have not even asked your name.” You realized.

“Apologies, it’s Arwen.” She smiles softly. “And you?”

“(y/n).”

“Well, goodnight (y/n). I shall see you in the morning.”

The way your name sounds in her angelic voice clouds your mind, making you take an extra minute before you respond, “Goodnight, Arwen.”

**********

You enjoy your supper as you watched the gorgeous sunset. Once the sky was dark, you found yourself unable to fall asleep. After tossing and turning for what must have been hours, you get up from the bed. You were finally able to move freely, the soreness of your healed wounds no longer bothering you.

You peer into the empty hallway as you decide to explore the beautiful castle you found yourself in. A mural on the wall captures your attention and you stand there for a long moment, admiring it.

“(y/n)?” A soft voice startles you.

Arwen approaches you wearing a night gown with a white robe draping off of her shoulders. She looked so ethereal with the moonlight glowing off her porcelain skin. It took your breath away. She looked like a ghost and a goddess at once, hauntingly beautiful. For a brief moment you thought you were dreaming.

“Are you alright?” She asks and you realized you were so entranced by her beauty you forgot to respond.

“Yes, apologies.” You clear your throat. “I could not find sleep.”

“My mind is restless tonight as well.” She steps closer to you and you again question why it makes your heart race.

“Do you… do you want some company?” You ask.

Her eyes light up and she smiles.

“I would love some company.”

You follow her down the long hallway, no longer observing the art on the walls, your attention now solely focused on the artwork that was leading you to her room.

You follow her into her bedroom and she sits on the bed before patting the spot beside her and you sit. She was close enough now you could smell her sweet scent overtaking your nose. A beautiful combination vanilla, lavender, and pine fills your senses. The room was dark, only lit by a single candle and the blue moonlight.

“Thank you again, by the way...” You say, breaking the silence. “For saving my life.”

“You are most welcome.” She gives a soft smile and places her hand on top of yours.

Your eyes meet briefly and you feel a quick spark before she awkwardly returns her hand to her lap.

For a while you chat about a number of things. You ask about her life and of Rivendell, hanging onto every word she says. You felt as if you could listen to her beautiful voice talk about nothing and everything for an eternity.

“There has not been a good moment to ask until now… what happened to you in the forest?” She questions timidly.

You sigh heavily, tears forming in your eyes.

“Orcs… they… raided my village.” You begin. “They… slaughtered everyone, burned our houses… Not many of us escaped.”

“I am so sorry…” Arwen whispers, placing her hand on yours again, this time keeping it there.

You place your other hand on top of hers and give her a grateful smile, a few tears falling down your face.

“I am just not sure what to do now... Or where to go…” You admit quietly, moving your hand on top back to your lap as she keeps her hand placed over the other.

“You are welcome to stay here for as long as you need.” She slightly squeezes your hand.

“No, no. Thank you, but I do not wish to intrude on your life.” You shake your head, her offer was so generous but you did not want to burden the elves here.

“It would be no intrusion at all.” She reassures you. “I would really like to get to know you better.”

You can’t help the blushing smile as your eyes meet. The genuineness in her deep blue eyes as she looks into yours makes your heart soar. You forget to breathe again as you take in her features up close. She was the epitome of beauty, pure ethereal perfection. Everything from her gorgeous eyes, to her plump lips, to her soft skin, to her long flowing hair. It made you question again if maybe you really had died and this was all heaven.

You saw her eyes taking in your features as well, and although you did not know it, she was also thinking about how you were the most beautiful mortal she had ever seen.

“You know…” You say lowly. “I thought I was already dead when you found me. And when you appeared to me, I was convinced I was.”

She raises her eyebrow at you.

“I… I thought you were an angel.” You admit.

“Is that so?” She smiles widely, gently squeezing your hand again.

You blush deeper at her response.

“I still… think you may be an angel…” Your eyes go wide when you realize you said that out loud.

“Is that so…” She whispers back.

Her eyes meet yours again but this time there’s a heat behind them. You watch her eyes drift down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. You couldn’t help but do the same as she leans in slowly. She places the gentlest kiss upon your lips before pulling back to look into your eyes again with a questioning look. You lean back in towards her and place a firm but chaste kiss to her lips in response to her unspoken question.

The sweetest smile crosses her lips before she brings them back to yours. You don’t hesitate to kiss her back. The kiss is slow, soft, testing. You part your lips and her tongue gently swipes across yours.

You pull back to breathe and your eyes connect again with pure fire behind them. You both move to lay down on her bed. Arwen shuffles closer to you before capturing your lips again. This kiss is much more demanding, hungry. Her tongue boldly intertwines with yours in a passionate dance. Your heart races as you pull your bodies closer together. Your hands move into her silky hair as she holds you against her by the waist. She moves her lips down your jaw and to your neck, kissing and sucking gently. You lean back as she continues down your collarbone. The feeling of her lips on your skin and her thigh pressing between your legs made your head dizzy.

Her lips move back up your neck until they reach yours again. Your hand wraps behind her neck, pulling her closer to you as you kiss her like you were dying of thirst and she was the sweetest wine on earth.

She eventually pulls away and smiles down at you. Your heated gaze softens as you smile back at her. You both giggle before she leans in and places a final kiss to your lips. She moves to fully lay down beside you. You lay there for a moment, smiling and gazing into each others eyes.

“Will you stay here with me tonight?” She says softly as she brushes a piece of hair from your face.

“Of course.” You smile back at her.

“I have a strong feeling that fate brought us together…” She whispers. “That we were meant to meet…”

“I believe so too.” You whisper back.

For a long time you simply gazed at eachother, never speaking a word. Somehow it still felt like you both were saying so many things as your eyes remained deeply connected. Eventually your tired eyes fall heavy and you drift off to sleep. Arwen watches you for a while longer, taking in your mortal beauty and peaceful state of sleep as your chest gently rises and falls, until eventually she also closes her eyes to rest.

When you wake in the night you find her arm draped over your waist and smile to yourself. You snuggle in closer and wrap your own arm around her. The movement causes her eyes to open and meet yours. When she notices the position you were now in she smiles and places a soft kiss to your nose before closing her eyes again. You both drift away again into a more peaceful rest than either of you have had in a long time, excited for what the future may now hold.

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MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH

faramir

he loves it when you ride his face

being soft

he lovesss sucking your tits

éomer

taking care of you<3

him fingering you

hard & fast

[estelofrivendell]

Aragorn Smut Headcanons

A/N: I received a pregnancy request for Aragorn with a breeding kink and it inspired me to write this.

As it says on the title, this is a smut headcanon, so 18+/NSFW.

First things first, he likes to be in charge. Don't ask me why I think that, he just does. From time to time he'll let you take control and is a switch but he absolutely prefers being a Dom

For him, rough is the way to go and he’ll make sure to fuck you so hard you’re limping for the rest of the day

This does NOT mean you never have soft, vanilla sex. He doesn’t like when sex is close to becoming a routine and wants to change things up so it doesn’t boring for him. He wants all of everything

He's pretty kinky and is down for almost anything

Shamelessly leaves love bites in all places difficult to conceal and gives you a sly smirk as he watches you do your best to cover it up

So you return the favor, except he doesn’t bother to cover it up and is proud of your work on him

Lets other people flirt with him and sometimes compliments back just to get a reaction out of you

A sharp glare from you results in people making a move tremble with fear, apologise over and over again and leaving awkwardly

And as soon as you would get home you would take charge and fuck him hard to remind him who he belongs to

It takes him a good while to realise he doesn’t appreciate being a sub enough. He’s the kind of sub that begs and you don’t need to do a lot to get him helpless and needy under you

He loves taking risks especially semi-public sex, the idea of getting caught turns him on

This includes going off to a more secluded area during the night while the Fellowship is asleep

Not really an exhibitionist though, Legolas walked in on you two once and it ruined everything. Aragorn didn't speak to him for two days

A master at giving oral, you cannot convince me otherwise

Since I mentioned breeding kink in my author's note, I really do think Aragorn is the kind to have one

Not really a fan of one night stands but I can honestly see him having them once in a while before he got with you

Very intimate the entire time

Has a fairly high drive BUT doesn't have the energy to go for multiple rounds

Enjoys spanking ever since you suggested it to him. It took him a while to get used to it, the first few times had him hitting so lightly you barely felt anything

Definitely says “I love you” during sex. I did say he was intimate

And this is where the smut headcanons come to an end! I’m a bit hesitant to write full blown smut scenes but I’m 100% open to smut headcanons like these.

[serving-saucy-fanfics]

I've been too hard on myself regarding this blog

Some of the first fics I published were Kinkober ones and I posted a lot during that month, which exhausted me and took the joy from writing smut for some time

Then I tried to get close to that number of posts again 😆

And now I realize that I have unrealistig expectations for myself: based on comparison to other fanfic blogs that aren't just about smut

I'll try to change those things, so bear with me, I will eventually post the sequel to my unfinished fic but that day

is not today.

Oh no, another character with smut potential 😂