#Poor Legend and Warriors💀💀💀

[shady-scripter]

🎶You Gotta Be Singing Me🎶

Feeling Revived

Part 1 to my LU Musical!!! I can’t tell you how much I laughed while writing this- or how many times I had to get up and do the dumb dances or movements to make sure it made sense-

The fire crackled in the middle of everyone, the metal pot above it emitting a smell like no other. Sky recognized a hint of pumpkin and knew that breakfast would be rewarding.

He decided that he would use his lasting energy and asked around if anyone needed anything.

“I’m fine, but thank you,” Time said, clamping his armor.

“Huh? Oh! No, I’m good. Thanks for asking.” Four continued on sharpening their swords.

“Nah, I’m all good for now. Thanks though.” Legend leaned against a tree, his eyes already half shut.

“Well, we’re done already, but you can stick around!” Warriors and Twilight waved him over. He sat with them and engaged himself into their conversation. Then something came up and he was suddenly rambling about birds.

“Hey, Sky?” Sky paused his sentence and looked over to Four. “How…how are you feeling?”

“Yeah,” Warriors said. “You’ve been mighty hyper this morning. You’re usually napping while the Champion cooks.” He laughed.

Somewhere on the wind, Sky heard the combined sound of string instruments, a sound so beautiful, like soaring through the sky, wind coursing through your hair.

He opened his mouth. “Birds flying high, you know I feel.” Sky’s voice took on a tune as he looked to the sky. “Sun in sky, you know how I feel.”

Sky twirled on his feet, reaching his hand out to Twilight, who looked at him dumbfounded. “Breeze drifting on by, you know how I feel.” He takes Twilight’s hand and forces him up. Twilight stumbles, but Sky grabs his other hand to steady him. “It’s a new dawn-“

“What is happening-“ Twilight looked around, asking someone to tell him why Sky was trying to serenade him.

“It’s a new day-“

“Sky-“ Warriors wheezed.

“It's a new life…for me,” Sky let go of Twilight. Twilight let out a heavy sigh.

“And I’m feeling-“ Sky turned to the others.

“Why did you-“ Legend started to speak up.

“good,” Sky outstretched his arms like he was welcoming them somewhere. Suddenly, it was like a full orchestra started playing only a few feet away from them. The mighty trumpets and brass instruments standing out phenomenally. “I’m feeling good.” Sky’s arms went down and he walked to the perimeter of the camp, putting his hands on Wind’s shoulders.

“Fish in the sea, you know how I feel.” Sky moved on to the next, that being Hyrule. Wind gave Sky a side eye.

“River running free, you know I feel.” Hyrule awkwardly pat Sky’s hand before he left to the next. That was Legend.

“Don’t you dare.” Legend was already on his feet.

Sky snatched Legend’s hand, pulling him closer. “Blossom on a tree, you know how I feel.” Sky let go of Legend’s arm and Legend did a twirl. The heros’ cackles echoed through the camp. Legend’s cheeks painted a ruby red as he grabbed Sky’s hand once more.

They positioned themselves like they were about to start slow dancing. “Goddesses, kill me.” Then they started slow dancing.

“It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life. For me.” Sky dipped Legend. “And I’m feeling good.” He helped Legend upright and let him go.

Legend watched Sky walk away for a few seconds. “I’m going on a walk.” Legend left.

He next rested his hand on Time’s shoulder. “I’m not standing up,”

“Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean don’t you know?” Time hummed. Sky didn’t go on to the next. “Butterflies all having fun, you know what I mean.” Sky let go of Time’s shoulders, pulling a sigh out of him.

Sky walked back to the center of the camp and put his hand over his heart, his hips swaying like the breeze of the morning. “Sleep in peace when day is done, that’s what I mean.”

Sky scooped his arms to his left. “And this old world-“ he scooped his arms to his right. “is a new world-“ he reached his arms to the sky and turned a full 180. “And a bold world for me.”

“For me!” Sky’s voice grew louder. The orchestra of brass got a second to play without Sky’s voice. During this time, Sky went back over to Twilight and a, now standing, Warriors.

Twilight hid behind Warriors just in time for Sky to grab his hand. “Hold on!” Warriors begs.

Sky twirled Warriors with little to no effort. “Stars when you shine, you know how I feel.” Sky let go of Warriors, but their bodies still moved in sync.

The slid to opposite side, then turned and pointed at each other. “Scent of the pine, you know how I feel.” They ran at each other.

“What is happening?!” Warriors screamed as he lifted Sky by his thighs and started to spin.

“Oh, freedom is mine! And I know how I feel!” Warriors put him down, starting to feel a lump in his throat. “It’s a new dawn. It’s a new day. It’s a new life.”

“It’s a new dawn. It’s a new day. It’s a new life-“ Sky took Warriors hands again, his voice getting louder.

“It’s a new dawn-“ Warriors joined in the singing, his eyes widening. Their voices mixed almost like one. They, too, started to do something akin to a slow dance. Though, it was definitely more microwaved than Sky and Legend’s. “It’s a new day! It’s a new life, it’s a new life for me.” Sky dipped Warriors. “And I’m feeling good.”

Sky picked him up and moved away. Warriors had nearly the same reaction as Legend, tomato red cheeks, wide eyes.

Sky walked the perimeter of the camp again. “I’m feeling good. I feel so good.” Sky sighed, sitting back where he started. “I feel so good.”

The trumpets and instruments soon faded. When it all went silent, Sky’s eyes widened.

“What just happened?” He asked.

Then came the laughing. It was high pitched, it definitely belonged to a woman

Warriors head snapped in the direction. Four tossed some of the others their weapons.

“Well, it’s a nice little curse I bestowed upon you. I hope it didn’t hurt too much.”

“Cia.” Warriors uttered her name like a curse.

“Hello Link.” She finally showed herself in all her barely clothed glory. “How I’ve missed you.”

“You should be dead.” Time spat, now on his feet, his armor half on.

She laughed again, flicking her hair. “White streak in my hair, but no stress now. Trade off that guy’s looking like a mess now. Driving off the tracks, but I’m back, and I’ve seen hell, but this is a bit more my style.” Her voice warped and suddenly, just like Sky, she was singing.

They couldn’t pinpoint what that sound was. Though, it was almost like some sort of alarm. Cia began to walk to then, her steps matching the beat of the now revived orchestra, “I’m alive, I’m revived, I survived.” She put her finger on Warriors’s chest. “You surprised? Gonna cry about it? You should see the other guy!”

She turned her back to them, her arms reaching for the heavens “I’m returned and I’ve waited my turn.” He only turned her head to make eye contact with Warriors. “A decade of time to make everything mine.”

She scoffed, turning her full body to them once more. “Am I the bad guy? I’ll be the bad guy again-“

“Just like last time? And we all know how that ends-“ Warriors stepped up, putting in his piece.

Cia’s eyebrows furrowed. “No one came to help so I helped myself instead. You think I cared? It was always a means to an end.” She rolled her eyes, a tantalizing smile back on her face.

“I got my second chance! I got a new lease on life. It’s not just circumstance, no, it was all in good time.” She outstretched her arms again. “So who cares? So what? I’m not calming down! Screw that! Keep up, now look around. Is something wrong with me?” She scanned the group, her eyes as sharp as a hawk’s. “I’m better now that I’m free. ‘Cause I’ve seen the other side and now I’m back where I wanna be. It was thirteen and a half years I spent on that platform in hell, but I’ve come back hell-bent.” She ended it off with a laugh suited for her.

“I hope you enjoy my little gift heroes, I know I sure am.” And just like that, the sorceress was gone, disappearing into a cloud of purple dust.

“So���” Sky broke the silence. “We sing randomly now?” He looked around.

Time sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I suppose so.”

“I’m going to fucking kill her.” Warriors starred done to the grass covered ground, his fist clenched.

[beyondtheglowingstars]

scrolling though your blog, LET ME TELL YOU I AM SWEATING. do you think Legend would have a dumptruck? actually on that note biggest to smallest ass in the chain 😭 ( this is very out of pocket so totally fair if you don't want to answer )

Yes he totally has a dumptruck ass, Hylia told me in a dream btw. Also anon you're asking the REAL questions here ask more

Giving ratings mostly based on ass size in proportion to their body rather than just comparing between them (otherwise poor Four would be dead last bc he technically has the smallest ass even if it's not a pancake ass 💀). Headcanons below. Starting from biggest to smallest:

Sky This boy is the perfect combination between fat and muscle and he's v much friend and cuddle shaped. Not that surprising since he's not rly skinny, but it is big.

Legend Genetics that favor his glutes and all that traveling and adventures come together to give him an ass to be justifiably jealous about. His tunic might hide it, but anything tight enough is gonna show off the absolute cake factory that his lower body is, and it greatly shocked a few of them (most offended shocked one was Warriors).

Time Nothing to say except for farm work and genetics (I mean, have you SEEN the OoT adult Link renders? Body slept for 7 years and got buff all on its own).

Twi Same as Time, but a little smaller.

Hyrule Not really buff and I doubt he can get good meals often back in his home, but all that walking and running has somewhat shaped his lower body

Four Skinny and got buff but doesn't really have a big ass, blacksmithing doesn't work out your butt.

Wild Very skinny, small ass does NOT match the birthing hips!! Just look at his half-naked models in BoTW/ToTK, it is canon.

Warriors Postman outfit in his game brutally EXPOSED this man and his flat ass. You can't really see it unless he bends over, and even then it is still a sad excuse of an ass for a soldier. Secretly wishes that he could steal one of Legend's ass cheeks to distribute its mass on his own butt so he can FINALLY experience life with an ass, and the next time that he falls on his butt he has some cushioning to stop his pelvis from getting broken on impact. (Totally not jealous of Legend and Legend has definitely not caught on to it and teased him about it (in a Chain x reader setting Legend would rub it in his face that you love his big, grabbable ass and Warriors would mald SOOOOO hard lmao)).

Anyway, um yeah :)

[junsei-draws-rotasu]

MONKIE KID S3E2: Great Grand Dragon of the East (Live blog) SPOILERS

Kinda hard to concentrate watching right now since I have my Mother and my sibling watching Kung Fu Panda content and I'm tempted to watch it as well lol

I'm still not over the new intro! 🤩

They're going to drown!😨

I'm more surprised a human (Tang) survived! I mean, Mei and MK are humans too but still! They have their mystic stuff... Maybe because Tang is the reincarnation of Tripipaka?

Sandy is hitting himself to overlook such thing! Considering he is a water demon

"Why?" Why? THEY'RE MORTALS, WUKONG!

Thank you for remembering that.

Yeah, MK is done

A snake!? Wait for the title! THE DRAGON OF THE EAST!?

I don't think you can call them friends if they're afraid of you, Wukong💀

WTF IF THAT! THAT AIN'T A DRAGON

Well, the father and son are on par with it comes to Wukong's BS😒

Now I really want to read JTTW to actually know what happens. Sure, Overly Sarcastic Productions is funny and great and all, but I need more context than summaries

But you can't execute an immortal

Whispering blatantly? Isn't that disrespectful?

Sheeesh

Wait does the dragon recognise Mei's sword?! Then again, Mei came from a family of Dragons...

Ngl I forgot what dragon Mei's family came from

Hey! She doesn't need to prove whether or not she's the descendant of the Dragon of the West! The legend of the sword said it can be held in worthy hands of the family!!!

MK!

Oh thank god it's just the scroll

It's good to bounce it off, but the words have a dent in your wound MK

WHAT!?

Wukong can communicate telepathically?

Sheesh, poor Sandy

I just realized the warriors have shells! Does that mean most of the guards are turtles?

A spoon?

How many plastic spoon your going to break, Pigsy?

Daaaamn! Mei out here getting new fits!

Ugh 😑

So what it seems wrong to have a weapon on a dress? I think they look badass! Let some modern influence!

Why would she give it to you?

Hah? What?

I don't think you are important enough to get a rightful complaint on the Dragon of the East about his great.... something grandneice

Love Mei

Sandy is working hard while Mo is being pet by the gaurds

Of course, there'll be a protection in the treasure room

Oooh, getting some dragon lore of never going to a dragon hoard/lair?

Hey! Friends are family!

POPING OFF MEI!

I wonder what are Mei's personal opinion of SWK considering she agreed with the Dragon of the East's opinion on not to trust Wukong.

Aw, you can tell grandpa Dragon doesn't want to fight Mei🥹

Okay! WHAT WAS THAT!?

What can not be!?

Mei, are you hiding something!?

Wow, that's a considerable amount of being scooped... But how long did it take to be that far?

"It's not like the hole can magically make itself" Well, it just did

"We're freeeee! *dies*"

Wukong, why are you making that face?

Not Tang using teen slang like Slay💀

Awww,Pigsy🥹

Nice job, Sandy!

Damn it. Of course, it wouldn't be that easy

I was about to comment that Grandpa dragon looks about to say yes when Mei pleaded but HOLY SHET MACAQUE!?

KAIJU TOO!

Just, please don't die. I would hate to see Mei sad

So, we're not going to see the fight? Laameee!

But I swear, if you lose this fight Mac, I'm going to have serious doubts of the claims on being Wukongs reflection or how you're in equal strengths of.

And finished!

[kiatheinsomniac]

Hello, it's me again 💀

Can I have something NSFW with Thranduil x Human!Reader + “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”?

Thank you!

notes: fucking Thranduil in his BOTFA armour? Hell yeah

pairing: Thranduil x Reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: nsfw, quickie, vaginal fingering, against-the-wall sex, oral (male receiving)

☾ ⋆ﾟ  MASTERLIST / RULES / TAGLIST FORM

Does it make you nervous when I stare?

Each time you took your sights from the townsfolk, you would find bright blue eyes on you and it was nerve-wracking to say the least. They were the eyes of the Elvenking who had emerged from his woodland realm with his army to reclaim some jewels, so Bard had told you. You thought of his cause as ridiculous but he would also aid Lake Town in claiming their rightful share of the mountain’s wealth that Smaug had stolen from Bard’s ancestor - such wealth would be essential for the town’s people to rebuild their lives after the terror of dragonfire and the losses that it ensued. 

You found yourself unable to hold his gaze for even a second, face flushing at being stared at by someone as powerful as he was beautiful. You would trip over your words in a flustered state for a few moments before regaining your composure and telling yourself that you would not look upon the Elvenking again. You were wrong each time, of course, and continued to find his eyes on you as you instructed the townsfolk in simple defences from each of four diagonals. 

Bard had requested that you teach some of the people how to fight in order to try and better prepare them for the war that could not be avoided. Your late father had been a mercenary, teaching you how to use a longsword and a bow – you made your money off selling the pelts of animals that you hunted. Hunts, as of late, had rarely been without the occasional orc scout and so your swordsmanship skills had become more refined in recent months. 

When you were permitted a break, you spent it in the armoury, looking for some decent armour. You refused to stay in Dale and hide with the elderly, children and other women. You knew that, in your place, some young boy who was yet to be considered a man would have to fight and the fishermen of Lake Town lacked in number when it came to people with your fighting skills. You were far from being like the warriors of old legends but you could defend yourself and you would not see a defenceless boy be made to take your place. 

You browsed around what remained in the armoury, all of the protective gear old, most in poor condition, and all of it designed for men which would do very poorly to fit you. You had to settle for some chainmail, good against sword-slashes but not heavy weapons and a helmet that must have been made for a young man for it to fit you as it did. 

You set the helmet down on a dusty table as you pulled out a chair, not bothered by the cobwebs after all you had been through in the last few days. You rested your head in your hands and let out a long sigh, thinking about what lay ahead. You ran a hand through your hair, pushing back the strands that had escaped your braid and now fell about your face, looking up to where one of the two armoury doors stood open, finding a tall silhouette blocking a lot of the light. 

You froze at seeing those strikingly blue eyes again. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him and you rose to your feet, back straightened and head lowered in respect of his status.

“King Thranduil,” You began, “is there anything I can assist you with?” 

“Only in satisfying me.” Your eyes widened and a blush flooded to your cheeks as your head snapped up to meet his eyes. You most certainly wouldn’t be opposed but this was very sudden and you were sure there were elven women who were far more beautiful than you within his realm. Was he merely so impatient in his lust that he had decided to take his pick from the mortal women while camping in the ruins of Dale? The corner of his mouth pulled up in a smirk at your reaction, “My curiosity, that is.” Your body seemed to relax. 

“What is it that you wish to know?” You willed the blush to drain from your cheeks but his look of amusement at seeing so clearly where your mind had gone assured that the blush remained in place. 

“I would like to know where a young mortal woman learned how to fight. I understand that women, children and the elderly are not expected to fight in war so why is it that you wield a sword better than most of the men around you?” So that is why he had been staring: he considered you an outlier to his understanding of how the mortal world worked in war. 

“My father was a mercenary. I suppose having only one daughter made him protective of me and so he taught me the basics of swordsmanship, knowing he would not always be around to defend me. I make my living off selling pelts and meat from bigger game but orcs have increased in number in these lands as of late so I suppose it’s given me the opportunity to refine my fighting skills.” You explained simply his eyes raked over your body, making you pull at your fingers nervously, some of the joints cracking. Was he so set on casting such subtle innuendos?

“And I would be right to assume that you intend to fight too?” Oh, He had been taking in the chainmail that you wore. Of course. His eyes flickered between your eyes and hands as you fumbled for an answer at realising your thinking had been wrong. 

“I do. In my place, they would select a boy who has seen far too few winters. I won’t see a child take my place merely because I am a woman.” He took a step forwards and you took a step back unconsciously, eyes darting to meet his and finding yourself unable to hold his intense gaze. 

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” His voice seemed to come out even richer with the question, like a purr and you swallowed hard, pulling at your fingers even harder. 

“I…” Well, lying would be fruitless, you reasoned, “You have a certain… superiority about you. It’s quite intimidating, in all honesty.” You stole a quick glance to his face, finding him looking very smug. 

“Is that the only reason?” You let the silence hang in the air for a moment. 

“And, frankly, because you are very beautiful.” You regretted the words the moment they left your mouth. 

“‘Beautiful’?” He highlighted and you couldn’t stop yourself from fumbling over your next words. 

“Beautiful. Yes. I think that ‘beautiful’ has a… delicate elegance that I think ‘handsome’ does not quite possess. That’s not to say that I see you as delicate, far from it. It’s much more swan-like in appearance and mannerism, I suppose and… I’m going to stop talking now. I should stop.” Your cheeks were alight with a blush and you turned around to distract yourself by tucking the dusty chair back under the table. There was a low laugh from Thranduil behind you and you scrunched your eyes shut, scolding yourself for being so flustered by him. 

“Then perhaps I should confide that I find you beautiful also.” Your eyes instantly snapped open and you looked over your shoulder to try and decipher whether or not he was teasing you. “Though, not like a swan, I must admit. You are much more… serpentine in your movements.” He was making similar comparisons to try and make you feel better, how sweet. Your breath caught in your throat when, as you slowly turned back to face him, his fingers came beneath your chin, tilting your head up and assuring that it was very difficult for you to escape his intense stare, “Are you certain that there are no elves in your ancestry?” A part of you was both stung and flattered by the question: he was no doubt complimenting your beauty in asking such a thing, though it was also rather reflective of the arrogance of elves that you had heard rumours of. 

“As far as I am aware, no, though I cannot trace it back very far.” Too many words, too many details. Again. You could have kicked yourself for your awkwardness. However, it only seemed to amuse him, seeing how you couldn’t quite stand still, the blush stamped upon your face. 

“It’s quite endearing.” You hummed in confusion, a request for him to elaborate, “How easily flustered you are.” Your lips parted a little in shock at his bluntness and you tried to look away, only to have his fingers grip your chin more firmly, a silent order to meet those sparkling eyes of his. His head turned back to the doors for a moment. “Are they expecting you back shortly?” 

“N-not for a little while yet.” You stammered, wondering where he was going with this line of questioning. 

“Perhaps we could pass the time together?” His voice quietened, leaning in to whisper in your ear: “I did not miss how you reacted to the thought of satisfying me.” His nose brushed against your hair, inhaling the scent of you, “We could satisfy each other.” You swallowed hard, almost finding it hard to believe that the Elvenking of all people wanted to sleep with you. You nodded your head minutely before you remembered how to use your voice. 

“Yes…” Your voice was barely a whisper. He tilted his head to the side, drawing back a little to give you a look that told you to speak up. “Yes, please.” Your words were louder this time. His hand came up to cup your face and his lips pressed to yours. You almost felt embarrassed for the hummed moan that you let out at the first contact – it had been a while since you had been touched at all and it made your legs feel weak. 

Your hands came up to cup either side of his jaw, fingers just slightly dipping into his hair and wishing that you had the courage to tug on it but it seemed so important to his appearance and you worried that he would take offence if you tried. His other hand curled around your hip, pushing you backwards until your lower back hit the table. 

Your breathing had grown much quicker by the time he was reaching under your thighs to hoist you onto the table, pulling you to the edge and pushing your legs apart to stand between them. His tongue licked into your mouth and your hands fell from his face to his chest, fingertips curling around the neckline of his armour, needing something to ground yourself with amongst his dizzying kisses. When his lips landed on your jaw, you let your head fall back, biting your kiss-swollen lips to stifle moans when his lips found a particularly soft spot on your neck and sucked down on the supple skin. His hands landed on your waist, a series of clinking sounds filling the air as they ran across the curves of your body under the chainmail. 

“Get this off.” His voice was quiet and yet no less commanding and you reached down to pull it over your head while he unstrapped the weapons at his waist, setting them down in a pile on the table alongside your borrowed armour. His eyes roved over the rest of the room for a moment before landing on a more secluded corner behind a rack that had once been full of spears and you gasped when you were suddenly in his arms again, the sound being swallowed up by yet another kiss while you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your back met the wall and he carefully set you on your feet, feeling his hands tugging at the ties of your trousers. You reached into the fabric of his robes to do the same, dipping your hand into the strained clothing to stroke his hardened cock and he let out a low groan against your ear as his hands pushed your trousers down your thighs. 

You almost lost your balance in your hurry to toe off your boots, Thranduil steadying you with his arms on either side of your body and an amused smile upon his lips. You were more careful with stepping out of the lower half of your clothing and you gasped when his fingers dipped into your wet slit. 

“So wet already?” He hummed, lips against your neck. 

“I’m certain that with a lifespan like yours, I wouldn’t be the first to tell you how much of a brilliant kisser you are.” There was a low laugh against the skin of your neck, the vibrations almost tickling you and all the air rushed from your lungs when he slowly dipped two fingers into your cunt. 

“Perhaps you also would not be the first to compliment my other skills.” You could only whimper in reply as his fingers curled up to stroke against your more sensitive spot, dragging against it each time he withdrew his fingers and pushed them back into your waiting heat. Deeming you wet enough to take him, he wiped his fingers clean of your wetness on your inner thigh and picked you up once more, trapping you between the wall and his body. You longed to see what he looked like beneath the clothes and armour and could only hope that you would one day have another opportunity to do so. 

His cock pressed against your entrance as he slowly breached your walls, making you stretch to accommodate him. You buried your face in his neck to muffle a whine, beginning to feel just how long it had been for you since your series of flings with the blacksmith’s second son. 

“Am I hurting you?” His voice was tender against your ear and you shook your head. 

“It’s just been a while, please don’t stop. Please.” The light begging seemed to have a strong effect on him as he was quickly giving you shallow thrusts, allowing you time to adjust before fully sheathing himself in you. The size of him made you feel utterly full and your arms wrapped around his neck as he bounced you up and down on his cock. His lips crashed onto yours when the volume of your moans began to slip out of your control, swallowing your sounds of pleasure. By the time he broke the kiss, you were panting for breath. 

“Touch yourself.” His words came out rushed and you unclasped your fingers from the robes at the back of his neck to reach down with one hand and rub against your clit, spreading your fingers apart and then dipping down further to feel either side of his cock as it entered and left you. He groaned at the light feel of your fingers which then retreated to do as he had asked of you. The added pleasure only pushed you to the verge of orgasm even faster, wet walls tightening around him and feeling your legs tremble, held up by his strong hands. 

You did not realise that you had tangled your fingers tightly into his hair until he let out a moan and his hips faltered against your before he upped his ante. You crashed your lips against his in a messy kiss in an attempt to muffle your moans as you could only pray that no one would hear the obscene noises of your slick cunt taking him in so greedily, nor the sounds of your skin meeting with the way your clothes had been half-discarded. 

He caged you against the wall even firmer and feeling his body pressed so tightly to yours, paired with how his lips met your neck once more, sent you tumbling over the edge into your orgasm. Your hand tugged on his hair and you buried your face in his shoulder as your body convulsed, feeling him continue to fuck you through your orgasm until it grew uncomfortably intense. 

“Down… put me… down…” You managed to gasp out and he let out a long groan that almost ended in a whine. He did not disobey your wishes, however, and slipped out from you, settling you to your feet and you did not hesitate to fall to your knees. Your hand reached up to stroke his cock, slick with your wetness, before taking him in your mouth as far as you could manage, swallowing around him and pressing against the underside of his cock with your tongue, hollowing your cheeks once you began bobbing your head. 

His breath came out in a shuddered sigh as he wrapped your braid around his hand, tugging on it and lightly thrusting his hips against your face. You could feel him throb in your mouth and at the first taste of his seed, you took all of him down your throat as he finished, revelling in the quiet noises that he made as he did. His forearm rested against the wall above your head, towering over you as he panted for breath while you swallowed all that he had to give. You removed him from your mouth, giving one last teasing lick to the tip of his cock before falling to the side a little, your legs beside you instead of under you. 

You closed your eyes contently as he pushed some hair back from your face and then stood upright to fix up his clothes. 

“They will be expecting you back soon.” He spoke and you hummed, nodding your head before leaning it back against the wall.

“I just need a moment to catch my breath.” You mumbled, cracking an eyes open to see Thranduil bending down to turn your trousers the right way for you and set your boots neatly beside one another. He dipped down even lower to bring his fingers under your chin, pressing one last, lingering kiss to your lips. 

“I hope this will not be the last time we cross paths, fair little mortal.” With that said, he went over to collect his weapons, reattaching the belts and he left the armoury as he had entered: a perfectly put-together epitome of elegance. Your eyes widened for a moment as it dawned on you that you had just fucked a King and would need to recover quickly to avoid suspicion when you returned to your task.

🏷️@edensrose

[spidersandtomatos]

Hey, I recently discovered your Galacta Knight stuff and I love it! I was wondering, do you have headcanons for Anime!Metagala specifically?

I do have an animeverse where metagala is the main focus :3 (AKA the Hoshi No Kaabii season 2 but make it Metagala and dark matter is the main antagonist)

Under the cut:

-Animeverse Galacta is waaaaaaaay different from any of my other interps of GK, they are a very calm and easy going person which throws Meta for a loop since he was expecting a more boisterous kind of person (hurray for no Crystal hell trauma).

-Initially Meta was cautious about Galacta because according to legends Galacta had disappeared suddenly and without a trace.

-it was Gala who developed feelings first.

-Meta loves sparring with Galacta since he doesn’t need to hold back in fear he may hurt them.

-Gala for once is glad someone doesn't worship the ground they walk on, Meta treats them as a person opposed as a symbol.

-Meta does get scolded by Galacta for giving a toddler a sword tho...

-Galacta is so thankful for Meta's friendship they do something special for him c:

-any metaphorical walls Meta puts between him and Galacta get knocked down, he can’t explain why but talking to Galacta is just so easy, he doesn’t need to keep appereances towards someone who (in his own opinion) doesn’t look up to him. 

-Galacta can be unintentionally flirty (lots of winking and playful smirks), this gives Meta the biggest gay panics bc he doesn’t know if they mean it or not (they totally mean it).

-This may become a point of contention between them but, while Galacta knows a lot of things about Meta. Meta knows little next to nothing (aside from knowing Gala had 3 daughters with a friend and their friendship with Twinkle popopo), Gala hates talking about the past and Halcandra is a very touchy subject for them.

-if Meta knight teaches Fumu/Tiff how to fight. Galacta teaches her ancient Jambandran (yes, they have adopted her, her friggin parents are awful 💀💀💀)

-Galacta confessed to Meta in the most nonchalant way during their breakfast giving the poor Star warrior veteran a heart attack.

-this made Meta avoid Gala for days. Galaxia had to snap Meta out of it bc he was really annoying her with his loud gay panic thoughts.

-Among the reasons why Meta was hesitating so much about his own feelings are: Gala’s red eyes remind him so much of a nightmare possesed Jecra, Meta is still very wary of having romantic partners because anyone he has loved nightmare has taken away, Galacta’s own job as a hero is quite high risk since they fight cosmic scale threats.