#arwen x reader smut

[dewdropdinosaur]

Moonlight Sonata

Arwen x Male! Reader

(Third Person POV) Summary: Deep into the night, the End of Days approaches. Only for Arwen to find solace, love, and never-ending heights of pleasure in a mortal's arms. A man, who worships the ground she walks on. Warnings: Oral sex, fingering, cum, this one is just cute soft sex, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Requested by my friend, @pixie-skull

Arwen lay nestled beside Y/N in their grand bed, the soft moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains of the room. The silvery beams highlighted her radiant features, and the rich, light purple of her wrap dress shimmered faintly. Her long, dark hair spilled across the pillows like a cascade of night, and her delicate fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on Y/N's chest.

"Do you ever tire of this world, meleth nîn?" she whispered, her voice soft and melodic, filled with the wisdom and melancholy of her long years. The End of Days was coming, encroaching slowly each day that passed. Elven time on this plane would soon be over. 

Y/N turned his head slightly to look into her eyes, his hand resting gently on the curve of her waist. "Not when you’re in it. You make it worth every struggle."

A small, tender smile graced her lips. "You say the most enchanting things," she murmured, her eyes gleaming warmly. "Yet I sometimes wonder how you see me so when my own heart still wrestles with its doubts and fears. My time is coming, meleth, and I will leave your mortal world.”

He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, letting his hand linger against her cheek. "Arwen, you’re the light in my life. Your doubts only make you more real to me. You’re not just a vision of perfection—you’re someone I love completely, with every flaw, every strength."

She closed her eyes at his touch, leaning into it. "If I am your light, you are my steadfast stone," she whispered. "Through the long years, I dreamed of finding someone who could share my heart, who would not fear the burden of loving one tied to both mortal and immortal realms."

"You’re worth any burden," he said firmly, his voice low but filled with conviction. "When I see you—when I hold you like this—I feel like the luckiest man alive."

Her hand paused over his heart, her gaze softening further. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her forehead in a kiss as tender as the night itself. "We’ll make it eternal, Arwen," he murmured. "Every moment we have together, whether it’s a thousand years or just one lifetime, will be enough.”

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, though her smile did not waver. "You speak as if you were an Elf, with your heart so filled with wisdom and love."

"And you speak as if you were human, with your heart so full of hope," he replied with a soft chuckle.

Reconnecting their lips in a slow and sensual kiss, Y/N brought his hands to cup her cheeks. Thumb swiping over and caressing the soft skin, as if to hold her was to hold the universe with all its stars and galaxies in his hand. He only removed his lips and hands to trail them down her shoulders and collarbone, leaving soft kisses that spoke of silent devotion and hands that removed her clothes delicately. The silk material slid off Arwen’s shoulders gently, pooling down by her waist like running water off a smooth rock. 

Y/N’s mouth continued its worship, kissing down her neck, to her collarbone, down the line of her chest till he reached her bosom. Swirling his tongue around one perked nipple, his fingers played with the other. Arwen’s head through back in ecstasy, a quiet gasp leaving her lips in praise. Her hands came to tangle in his hair, tugging on his locks softly whenever he would do something particular to evoke her pleasure. 

Only he did not stop there. Continuing to peel down her dress, till her spotless pale skin lay before him. Y/N’s eyes widened in awe, taking a moment to commit to memory the vision of the goddess before him. Someone as lovely as her, as pristine, a presence he did not deserve in comparison to his mortality. 

After a moment, he brought his mouth down to her core. Bare before him, already slightly wet and shining in the pale moonlight. Diving in, his tongue lapped up all the juices that spilled from her cunt. Sucking softly on her clit, delving as deep as his tongue would allow, his mission to evoke a pleasure unknown to man or elf. Gripping the sheets below, eyes shut in blissful ecstasy, Arwen shook with pleasure. 

Sucking softly here and there, tongue lapping in a soft but steady rhythm, Y/N slowly brought Arwen to the edge of her release. Only to increase her pleasure tenfold, his tongue coming to suck on her clit just as he plunged two fingers into her. Gasping in surprise, Arwen bunched the sheets in her hands. Soft but lewd moans and whispers of praise passed the elven maiden’s lips, holding onto the sheets for dear life as her partner continued his unholy worship of her body. 

Pulling away, Y/N continued to pump his fingers in and out of her at a steady pace. He brought his lips to hers once more, savoring the taste of her on his lips. The overwhelming sensation soon became too much and Arwen moaned into Y/N’s mouth as she came, soaking her lover's hand in a white and sticky release. Y/N continued to work her through the high, eyes cracking open for only a moment to take in the sight of Arwen’s head thrown back in pleasure and body wrought with pleasure only he could give her. She looked like an angel. 

 After a moment, Y/N removed his fingers and wiped them inconspicuously on his trousers. Arwen looked up at him with dark and blown eyes, lips parting in a hoarse whisper. 

“Allow me to take care of you too, meleth.”

“No, my star. Tonight, let me savor you. Let me worship you in the way you deserve. Raise armies in your name, bow before your heavenly thrown. And let my last words be on your lips as they taste of your sweet honey.”

Deep into the night, they held each other tightly, their words fading into the quiet intimacy of the night. Arwen’s fingers returned to their gentle tracing, and Y/N’s hand ran soothingly along her back. They lay entwined, whispering soft reassurances and promises, their love a glowing ember against the vast expanse of the world outside—a warmth neither would ever let go. 

[earlseyebrows]

Ride a dragon??? RIDE MY FACE

[fantasydreamland]

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

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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[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

🍃Tolkien Masterlist🍃

Smut: 🔥🔥

Fluff: 🌸🌸

Heated Fluff: ⭐️⭐️

Friendly: 🌈🌈

Angst: 🌨️🌨️

💙 Collage

💚 Oneshot

💖 Preference/Headcanon

💜 Quote

💞 Blurb

Aragorn

- Just A Girl 💚🌸

- Waited So Long 💚🔥

- Kinks 💖🔥

Arwen

- Warrior Girlfriend 💙🌸

- Kinks 💖🔥

Bard

- Baker 💙🌸

- Break Stuff 💚⭐️

- Mermaid 💚🌸

- Mermaid Partner 💖🌸

Bilbo

- Tease 💞⭐️

Boromir

- Sleepy Reader 💜🌸

- Princess 💖🌸

- Waited So Long 💚🔥

- Lean On Me 💚🌨️🌸

- Teasing As Flirting 💚🌸

- Competition 💜🌸

Eomer

- Heart-Shaped Box 💞⭐️

- Queen of Pain 💞⭐️🔥

- Competition 💜🌸

Eowyn

- My Sweet Girl 💚🌸

- Thunderstorm 💚🌸

Faramir

- Broken Man 💚🌨️🌸

Fili

- Size 💚🔥

- Loved You Before 💚🌸

- Undressed 💙⭐️

- Elf Princess 💙🌸

- Braid 💚🌸

Glorfindel

- Chanel 💚🌸

- S&M 💚🔥

- So Tight 💞🔥

- Sunglasses and Flower Crowns 💚🌸🌈

- Lyrics 💙🌸

- Neurodivergent Partner 💖🌸

Kili

- We Didn’t Start The Fire 💚🌸🌈

- Elf Princess 💙🌸

Legolas

- She Knows It 💚🌈

- Big Girl 💚🌸

- Edge Play 💚🔥

- Tongue Piercing 💚🔥

- Waited So Long 💚🔥

- Sweet Prince 💚🔥

- Training 💚⭐️🌸

- Lyrics 💙🌸

- Go To Sleep 💚🌸

Lindir

- Toys 💚🔥

- Rebellious 💙⭐️

- Birthday Present 💞🔥

- Mermaid 💙🌸

- Warrior Love 💚🔥

Thorin

- 9 to 5 💚🌸

- Accidental Confession 💚🌸

- Courting Gifts 💚🌸

- Queen Under The Mountain 💜🌸

Thranduil

- Relaxing Day 💙🌸

- NSFW Alphabet 💖🔥

- Old Lady Reader 💖🌸

- Leaving A Party 💙🌸

- A Kingly Tour Guide 💙🌸

- Sleeping Loves 💜🌸

- Jewellery and Paintings 💙🌸

- Breath 💚🔥

- The Kiss 💚🌸

- Never Tried 💚🔥

- King To The Rescue 💚🌸

- Secret Conversation 💚⭐️

Multiple

- Meeting 1 💖⭐️

- Meeting 2 💖⭐️

- Meeting 3 💖⭐️

- Meeting 4 💖⭐️

- NSFW 1 💖🔥

- NSFW 2 💖🔥

- NSFW 3 💖🔥

- Lindir x Reader x Glorfindel 💞🔥

- Lindir x Reader x Glorfindel 2 💞🔥

- Favourite Position 💖🔥

- Fairy x Mermaid 💚⭐️

- Elves x Hobbit Women 💞🌸

- Elves Kissing 💖🌸

- Human and Elves 💞🔥

- Love Triangle 💙⭐️

- Kink Alphabet 💖🔥

- Two Lords and a King 💞🔥

- Poems 💞🌈

- Mediating The Kings 💞🌸

- Forehead Kisses 💞🌸

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Halloween, 2004

pairing: no outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader (Elementary-verse)

rating: F (joel’s a flirt, but no actual smut, a good amount of early y2k nostalgia for my fellow ancient gen-z/millennials)

wc: 1k

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October 31st, 2004

“Cutest little hobbit in the whole world.”

You couldn’t help gushing over your newborn daughter as she slept in her swing. You’d just finished carefully slipping on her first halloween costume, one that fit in with Joel’s chosen theme for the year—The Lord of the Rings. You’d decided to go as Arwen, the counterpart to Joel’s Aragorn, and had spent a pretty penny crafting the costumes from scratch. You’d always been a DIY kind of kid growing up, and even though it had been tempting to take the easier route and buy one of the cheap costumes from Party City given your newly hectic life as a mother, it felt a bit sacreligious to turn your back on your old ways.

Sarah had politely declined taking part in the family theme this year, choosing to dress up as one of the Cheetah Girls instead, but took enough pity on her pouting father to agree to dress up as Legolas for one singular picture. A picture that was never to be shown to any of her friends, as per her request.

“Oh my god,” she said, covering her mouth as she descended the staircase in her best elven getup, a white, synthetic lace front half-hazardously thrown over her freshly corn-rowed braids. “Dad’s gonna die over this.”

You laughed and nodded your agreement as you pulled out your new digital camera—one you’d splurged on for the upcoming holiday season—to snap a picture of your two girls. “Ten bucks says he cries a little.”

“Fifteen says he cries a lot,” Sarah countered as she tried her best to hide her face from the camera. “I thought we agreed on one picture.”

“One family picture,” you corrected with a smirk. “Are you sure you don’t wanna come trick-or-treating?”

She gave you a deadpan and pretended to gag, earning an eye roll from you. “God no. Besides, Jessie and I are working at the library’s haunted house. But save me some candy.”

“Luckily for you, Iris doesn’t have teeth yet, so it’s all yours,” you said. “But can’t promise she won’t put up a fight in a couple years.”

“Yeah, well I’ll have her trained by then,” she said, flickering some of her straight blonde hair over her shoulder.

Joel’s truck pulled into the driveway shortly after Iris woke up from her nap, you and Sarah cozied up with her on the sofa as you watched Hocus Pocus on Disney Channel—your pick, not Sarah’s. When Joel stepped through the front door, he was met with the sight of two elves and a tiny hobbit sprawled out on the sectional, a bowl of popcorn in his eldest daughter’s lap and a bag of candy in his wife’s. His grin was glorious.

“Have I died and gone to Middle Earth?” Joel said, shaking his head as he walked over to Sarah, kissing the top of her head before doing the same to you and then finally, his newest baby girl. “You’re gonna make my damn heart explode, baby girl. Look at these hairy little feet.”

He rubbed her socked feet between his thumb and index fingers, chuckling at the fuzz you’d glued on.

“And you,” Joel fixed his attention on his first born, his dimple showing with how hard he was grinning. “You make an excellent Legolas, baby girl.”

“I’m taking this thing off as soon as you guys take that stupid picture,” she said, souring her face. “This wig is itchy and cheetah print is calling my name.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Joel said, rolling his eyes as he scooped Iris out of your arms. “We get it. You’re a cool teenager now, too hip for family costumes.”

“You guys could’ve been Cheetah Girls, too,” she said. “I would’ve been on board, then.”

“I don’t think your dad could pull off cheetah print, babe,” you said, standing up and setting your bag of candy on the coffee table. You didn’t miss Joel’s eyes appreciatively scanning over your costume, a devious glint in his eyes. “Come on, papa. You have a costume to get into.”

Joel shot you a wink before handing Iris over to Sarah, mumbling a promise that the two of you would be right back. A promise that you doubted he’d keep given the look in his eyes.

You hardly made it to the privacy of your bedroom before Joel hand his hands on you, tugging you close to his body as he placed a few greedy kisses to your lips.

“You’re keepin’ that on tonight,” he said, nipping at your chin.

“Long as you keep yours on, too,” you purred, gently scratching at his scalp as you melted into him. “My king.”

Joel groaned, swatting your ass through your dress. “I’m gonna have you kneelin’ for me later, that’s for damn sure.”

You giggled, swatting at his chest as you pulled away to grab his costume from the closet, setting each piece on the bed—wig, included.

“I ain’t wearin’ that,” he chuckled, but all it took was one pout from you to change his mind. “Fuck me, fine. But the second that thing starts to itch, it’s comin’ off.”

Once he’d gotten his costume on and took a good look at himself in the bathroom mirror, he sighed.

“Yeah, you’re definitely gonna be on your knees tonight for makin’ me wear this fuckin’ wig,” he grumbled, though you were too amused to care. “How do I look? Royal?”

“You look good with longer hair,” you mused, playing with the wavy ends of his wig. “You should grow it out one day.”

He scoffed. “Maybe one day when I’m old and my devilishly handsome looks have gone to shit.”

“I don’t know,” you said, biting your lip as you gave him a once over. “I’m pretty sure you’re gonna be devilishly handsome to the day you die, Miller.”

“Good thing my wife’s a ten, then,” he said, leaning in to brush a kiss against your lips. “Wouldn’t want to outshine, ya.”

You tossed your head back and laughed, earning another kiss to the base of your throat. “God, I love you.”

“Love you a thousand times more, darlin’.”

[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.

[shirefantasies]

FIC RECS MASTERLIST

I wanted a place to share all my favorite works in this community and find them again- please check these all out 🥰 and check back here too, because this will definitely be getting added to 😁

Lord of the Rings- Multiple/All Characters

You’re in the Fellowship and the Hobbits Have a Crush On You- @wordbunch

How You First Met- @rivendell-poet

Cuddling With Them- @princessofgondor

The Fellowship + Romance- @ironmandeficiency

How You Look After the Hobbits When They're Sick- @wordbunch

The Fellowship With an Oblivious-to-Flirting Tenth Walker- @rivendell-poet

The Fellowship Around Their Crush- @live-laugh-legolas

Lord of the Rings- Single Character

Histories and Legacies- Eowyn x GN!Reader- @tobylix-blog

Pippin x F!Human!Reader- @r0se1111

Your Own Stars- Arwen x F!Reader- @friendship-ditch

Gentle Dark- Haldir x F!Elf!Reader- @gloomwitchwrites

Sugar and Cinnamon- Eowyn x F!Reader- @friendship-ditch

I Forgive You- Eomer x GN!Reader- @wild-lavender-rose

Eowyn SFW Alphabet- @wordbunch

Platonic Aragorn x Writer!Reader- @heliads

My Sweet Girl- Eowyn x F!Maid!Reader- @welikeimagines-andfandoms

Thunderstorm- Eowyn x Wife!Reader- @welikeimagines-andfandoms

The Hobbit- Multiple/All Characters

Ways Thorin’s Company Remember You On Their Journey- @brainrotbabe24

Thorin’s Company’s Favorite Slang (Humor)- @welikeimagines-andfandoms

Kissing the Mirkwood Elves- @theelvenhaven

Cuddling With Thorin's Company- @kilibaggins

The Hobbit- Single Character

Courting Thorin Would Include- @ghostwholikesghosting

How Was Your Day?- Dis x F!Human!Reader (Smut)- @filiswingman

Chamomile Tea- Sigga (Dwarf OC) x F!Human!Reader (Fluff)- @filiswingman

Loving Stares- Bofur x F!Reader- @andinthedarknessbindthem

Apple of My Eye- Ori x F!Reader- @i-did-not-mean-to

Bard x Mermaid!Reader- @welikeimagines-andfandoms

Dressed to the Nines- Bilbo x GN!Dwarrow!Reader-@immawriteyouthings

[sansaorgana]

Now when Deception is nearly finished (I'm gonna post two alternative endings on Friday), I can focus more on writing shorter stories. ❤️

I have one story already started with Sauron and Maia!Reader but unlike Maia!Reader from In Perpetuity, she is a good spirit in this one. This story will be written for sure (+ I'm thinking of one plotless smut but that's uncertain yet) but I also have other ideas and I would like to know if you're interested in them...

Those are just ideas and concepts and I am not promising I'm going to write them all because some are more developed than others but please let me know if they interest you so I know what to focus on while daydreaming lol 😆

1. Sauron x Morgoth's Ex!Reader 👹

2. Sauron/Halbrand x Elf!Reader where she is becoming human for him (like Arwen for Aragorn) because she doesn't know he is actually immortal... 🙈

3. Sauron/Annatar x Celebrimbor's WIFE!Reader 🤡

4. Adar x Elf!Reader where she is a good Elf (kinda like Galadriel) 🔮

5. First Age ginger loser Jack Lowden! Sauron x Reader – just an idea to write more for him specifically if you'd be interested 🦊

6. Dad!Sauron x Reader – would you be interested in more fics where Reader and Sauron have kids (like in Blessed)? 🍼

[darkst4lker]

taste. // thranduil

thranduil oropherion x fem!reader

plot: two weeks and a half ago, thranduil and (y/n) had a messy break up. now, he appears at your friend arwen's birthday party with his ex girlfriend by his side and you decide that if he wants to play that game, you would play it too.

tw: (mdni) modern!au, it's mainly lovers to enemies to lovers but there will be mentions of smut, angst, thranduil behaves like an asshole, misogyny, use of drugs and and alcohol, good ending (?, i changed a lot of things from the lore!!, everyone is like 20-27 here but legolas wasn't even born yet here. YES there's a moment where starts playing lover you should've come over by jeff buckley!!. low caps on purpose.

notes: english is NOT my first language. i'm sorry if there's any mistake. also this is the first time i publish something i write here!!

“(y/n)” tauriel spoke. you and her were helping arwen to decorate her house for her birthday party that same night, yet you were visibly sad for your break up with thranduil. “(y/n), are you okay?”

you weren't okay.

it was the middle of winter. arwen's living room was one of the most comfortables and warm places on earth, in fact all of her house was like that. it was one of the places where you felt more safe than anywhere in the world but today her house felt deadly cold to you.

maybe the problem wasn't arwen's home itself but the fact that your soul was freezing since the day thranduil's deadly words stabbed your heart like a poisoned knife.

“i don't love you anymore, (y/n).”

fucker. you had spent two years together.

in fact, you and thranduil never fought, never argued, never insulted each other while you were together. yet, the day he left you like that, completely out of the blue, you insulted him so much he probably thought that all his family line would be cursed forever.

he said horrible things too, it wasn't just you. but you may had gone too far when you threw an antique vase that belonged to his family for years through the window of his apartment.

in your defense, he was the last person you thought that would leave you.

of course arwen's house felt cold, the whole world felt cold actually. how could anything feel good in this earth when you weren't in thranduil's arms?

you took a deep breath.

it took you a moment to answer to tauriel's question because the vestiges of the last discussion you had with thranduil were fresh in your mind like if it had happened a second ago. you tried to dismiss the storm of memories flooding your mind and you looked at tauriel.

“yeah, im sorry i went blank for a minute.” you answered while hanging up some balloons in the wall. you tried to fake a smile but your tired eyes revealed your sorrows.

“that's it. im tired of seeing her like this, im going to kill him” aragorn said, leaving his spot next to arwen in the kitchen where they were preparing all the food for the party to get his coat, but arwen stopped him right away.

“stop, you're not helping her. we need to stay here by her side.” arwen came out of the kitchen, after aragorn. her calm voice sent chills down your spine.

aragorn crossed his arms and left his coat alone while he sat in a chair facing you.

you sat on the sofa and arwen sat besides you. the decorations were ready and now you didn't had anything else to distract you from the heartbreak im your chest.

“everything is going to be okay, sweetie. i'm sorry you'll have to see him tonight, bard insisted a lot for me to invite him.” arwen words comforted you and then she hugged you softly. aragorn looked annoyed while he leant against the wall and tauriel stood beside him. “sooner or later he will realize what he's missing.”

“better be sooner because i can't believe he hurted (y/n) like this when a month ago he was talking about fucking marrying her.” aragorn said clearly angry. “i know he's my friend and all but... i can't believe that he really did that.”

“well love can be like that sometimes, i guess.” you answered, trying to keep yourself together. “it comes and it goes.”

“yeah right, but is never just like that (y/n).” tauriel voice was calm but she did seem irritated. “i don't understand why on earth he would do that. it doesn't even makes sense.”

“it doesn't matter if it makes sense or not, guys.” you were clearly about to cry but you held it. “what is done is done and we can't go back in time, and neither can thranduil. i will survive this shit.” everyone tried to smile at you while you spoke but you didn't sounded as convinced as you wanted.

yet, you were true. you couldn't go back in time and in fact, the hours passed swiftly and now the night welcomed the birthday party everyone was waiting for.

you got showered and prepared directly in arwen's home. you had brought your outfit and now your body was inside a stunning and tight scarlet dress.

the black heels that you were in made your outfit more mysterious and in your neck there was a lovely silver necklace with a ruby pendant that arwen had let you borrow for the night.

with a little bit of perfume and red lipstick on, you left arwen's room and joined tauriel's side on the party. there wasn't much people yet, a couple university friends from years ago, the boy tauriel always spoke about: kili and his brother fili, gimli, aragorn of course and like five more people.

it wasn't full yet but arwen's home was quite big so the amount of people wasn't going to be a problem.

thranduil by the other hand, he surely was going to be one.

tauriel and you talked for a while, spending time together before she went to dance with her almost-boyfriend, kili.

you really liked kili for your friend, he seemed like a sweet guy. you really hoped they would end up being together and you wished in the deepest places of your heart that he didn't ended up breaking your friend heart.

like certain person did to you.

you drank a little from the bottle of wine aragorn gave you before rushing to dance with arwen and more people started to appear.

the fear of seeing thranduil that night was disappearing by every sip you gave to the wine and soon you even thought that maybe he wasn't even going to come.

a couple hours later, the house was full of people everywhere, it was 11pm, the party had just started hours ago and when you thought you were free from certain blonde, you saw probably the worst thing you could see with alcohol in your system.

thranduil entered the party with a beautiful blonde girl by his side. they both had their hands enterwined and the girl was giggling while they talked. you instantly felt a rush of rage invade your whole body to the point you believed that your brain was on the verge of exploding.

thranduil had a formal black shirt, leaving two buttons unbottoned and revealing his neck, a little sigh escaped from your lips at the heavenlt sight.

and there it was her.

she looked like a goddes pulled out from a fairytale, making your insecurities corrode your guts like a sickness. the tears threatened to fall off your eyes as you watched their entrance from the another side of the room, and the worst was that you recognized her from old pictures thranduil had in his house. that was his ex girlfriend, now actual (you supposed).

when you thought the horror was over, thranduil looked at you from the distance like if he had some kind of radar attached to him that warned him about everytime you looked at his direction.

his ocean blue eyes met yours. it felt like a boat crashing in the middle of a sea infested with mermaids.

his stare was as intoxicating and addictive as always were. the feelings accumulated in your throat like stones and you got scared for a moment before breaking eye contact with him. it lasted just a second, but it felt like a lifetime passed while your eyes met his.

then you quickly took a sip of your bottle of wine, trying to not give him the pleasure of seeing you rush to the bathroom to cry. for what it felt like hours, you had to see him dance with his new girl and you imagined that you were the one dancing with him, kissing him, touching him.

it was unbelieveable. he literally had replaced you.

how could he? why would he?

those questions pierced your heart like swords, like his words did days ago.

“it was just a pause, a distraction. i needed someone to heal what my past relatonship had broken in me and i already did. you served me well and i will always be grateful.”

you 'served him well'? really? what the fuck does he thinks he is? a king?

his words had melted in your ears like a rotten peach. the sweetness of his low voice mixed with a hint of gall flooding every sentence he said.

you understood now what he meant when he said he healed.

by the other hand, thranduil was breathing heavily.

his hands were on his new girlfriend's waist and sometimes he planted soft kisses on her face. yet, he couldn't fully enjoy anything of it. thranduil regretted all his actions, and much more, how he couldn't save your relationship.

he felt like an idiot. all of his thoughts were on you, every kiss he gave her, every look, every loving gesture, he desired it all went to you instead.

thranduil was deeply conflicted, though. even if he knew how wrong he were when you two broke up, he also was quite offended with the things you said.

it felt like a torture, probably the most horrible one on earth and the weight of his actions were killing him more slowly that he would ever wanted to.

thranduil didn't told you his real motives for leaving you, he thought it would only make it worse for both of you. but after leaving, all of his actions felt meaningless now that he didn't had you.

he was proud, and stubborn though. and watching how you left your seat in wich you were obviously staring at him to sit next to bard made his heart ache terribly.

in your mind, bard seemed like an obvious solution: he was hot, he was your friend and long before you started going out with thranduil he and you had spent a couple of nights together. bard obviously recieved your presence with open arms.

"(y/n), sweetheart." bard calm voice welcomed you as you approached the couch where he was drinking a beer. you noticed he had a blunt on the other hand. "you look beautiful as always."

"hi, bard. long time no-see" you took the seat next to him, everyone were dancing and the fact that he was also a very close friend of thranduil made the whole idea of making out with him so much better.

there was a brief moment of silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. the music was peaceful now, tempting every couple to slow dance.

"do yo want some?" he offered you the pot, and you took it while nodding.

as you smoke, bard looks at you with his classic lovely and reassuring smile, only this time he seemed quite drunk and clearly high.

you were a little drunk yourself too.

"i think i needed that, thank you." you give him back the blunt, and he leaves it in the ashtray. after, he looks at you with curiousity.

"are you-" he started to say but you interrupt him.

"yes i am in fact okay, thank you for asking though." the question had you completely exhausted. you rolled your eyes and stared at him right at his, starting to feel the mix of pot and the alcohol making you a little dizzy. "i came to see if we could make out for a while, i don't care if it's your fault he is here, i don't care about him, i don't care about anything. please, help me forget everything for a second like in the old times. please." your voice sounded a little desperate but the truth it was that you were.

the pain in your heart was begging and pleading to be released, to be cured even if it was for a brief moment. it felt like a bomb ticking on your chest that could explode at any moment and bard seemed to notice it.

a soft smile appeared on his face as he spoke. "you do seem to care, sweetie." the nickname made your heart ache a little, all his nicknames did. thranduil used to call you loving names all the time but the last time you two spoke he called you plainly by your name.

you asked yourself if he also was calling her those sweet names too.

your mouth opened to answer bard but the words didn't came out as the heart ache was ripping apart your body from the insides. bard saw your change of expression, knowing you needed help to get the words out of your chest. you did care after all.

bard puffed, trying not to sound melancholic and grabbed your hand softly. “im sorry, love. i know why you're asking me this and you can be sure i understand it, but thranduil made me promise i wouldn't touch you and i don't want to be in the middle of this break up.” as always, he was a pacifist. bard put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you into a hug. your sight started to get blurry from tears. “it will pass.”

his words echoed in your mind calming every part of you like a balm.

“it will pass.”

you spent what it felt like hours in bard's arms, cying silently. he held you, proving that even if he was thranduil's friend, he was still your friend also. it was a beautiful gesture, and made your soul heal for a while.

yet, an specific sentence of his words lingered in your mind leaving a poison trail on your thoughts: “thranduil made me promise i wouldn't touch you.” why on earth thranduil would care if you fucked bard? what was his problem?

after a moment, you broke the hug and faced bard a little bit ashamed by the way you tried to approach him at first and how you broke down instantly at him reading your feelings like a book. after wiping your tears, you looked at him. your face was swollen from crying but your expression tried to remain calm.

“im sorry i tried to-...” you started, but he cutted you off.

“it doesn't matter, love. it's okay.” bard said, giving you a reassuring stroke on your hand.

a sigh escaped from your lips and then you felt hungry, as you hadn't eat anything in the whole night.

“i will go to the kitchen to get something to eat, i'll be back in a sec.” your voice was trembling at every word but bard smiled at you and nodded, giving you a soft pat on the head before you stood up.

he surely knew how to treat a heartbroken person.

the way to the kitchen was silent, at least for you. the music was still loud but your head was even louder.

your hands placed themselves on the refrigerator door and the familiar soft cold wind welcomed you.

arwen never cared if you took food from her fridge, so you guessed that she probably wouldn't mind if you took an apple. then you closed it, not wanting to be tempted to eat something more and empty the whole refrigerator, leaving your friend having to buy more things tomorrow.

as you ate the apple you remembered how thranduil had cooked you an apple cake one time. it was probably one of the few times he ever baked anything sweet yet the cake resulted to be absolutely perfect.

then you cursed yourself, if you wanted to forget why did he keep coming back in every single little thing you did?

it was like every detail of him was craved deeply onto your heart with no intention of leaving you soon and it hurted more than you could stand.

“you must be (y/n)” a sweet voice called you from behind, and when you turned you saw her.

it was probably one of the most beautiful women you'd ever seen. blue eyes, blonde hair and soft lips.

you fully understood why thranduil would ever leave you for her. she was surely beautiful like if she were some kind of angel.

“yes, i am.” the words left your mouth with shyness. she had a smirk on her face, and looked at you while your teeth catched another bite from the apple.

“it's surely nice to meet you.” she answered, but her voice was almost cynical. there was a weird tone of passive aggressiveness behind it but you were probably too high to catch up.

then it became so obvious you couldn't avoid it.

“thran spoke a lot about you.” she continued, getting closer to you. “but i'm sure that he will soon stop.” then she walked some more steps to your direction and you placed the apple on the counter, swallowing hard.

you didn't realized that you probably had a sad look on your face until she spoke again.

“oh, don't put on that face.” she said, chuckling. there was a mocking subtone on her words. “thran will forget you quickly.” her words felt like a sting through your chest. “you surely don't seem as beautiful nor interesting as everyone said, and i will clearly erase you from his heart.”

you were about to answer, but then you saw thranduil appear behind her like if he were searching for her, and it was too much for you to handle. it was too humilliating to see him watching how his girlfriend completely destroyed you.

your steps were fast as you left the kitchen clearly at the verge of tears. the bathroom was the first door you saw as you almost ran out of the room.

the door felt heavy against your hands but it was nothing you couldn't handle. the first instinct you had was sit on the floor, knees against your chest and finally letting it all out.

you didn't cared if anyone heard you. the heartbreak was a weight in your chest that you needed to purge the fastest way possible, even if thranduil mocked you with his girlfriend outside, even of everyone only felt pity for you, even if the world ended tomorrow.

the pain needed to come out.

and as you finally gave yourself permission to cry, the bathroom door started to open.

you almost didn't noticed, as the sounds were minimum but what you did noticed was the cologne thranduil always wore.

your stare didn't raised to face him, and he closed the door.

“what on earth are you doing?” his voice sounded like a dagger through your heart, and then you looked at him from the ground.

“i didn't asked you to come here.” your answer was harsh. “you're clearly having a lot of fun with all of this.”

“i don't care about what you think, (y/n).” you felt like your name was cursed on his lips. thranduil's voice was serious. “i asked you a question.”

you got angry instantly. how dared he to even ask something like that?

as you stood up to face him properly, your face swollen from tears and by looking him in the eyes you noticed he was probably high too. yet the weed nor the alcohol were clouding his senses that much.

his eyes were like an ocean, and you were drowning in it. quickly and deeply.

“i don't know what on earth do you want me to answer. i literally don't know.” you said, clearly irritated with his attitude and your voice trembling with fury. “what the fuck do you want me to say?”

“don't talk to me like that” he answered harshly. memories of your last fight came to you like a storm. “i asked you why are you crying in the bathroom like a pathetic little girl” thranduil said. “you were clearly capable of defending yourself two weeks ago”

instantly, you understood he was talking about the fight.

“and you were the same imbecile you're being now.” the answered came from your lips almost drowning you in venom and thranduil's expression became more cold than before if that was even possible. “it didn't occur to you, that maybe and just maybe, i don't want to fight for a man like you in the middle of my friend birthday party?”

“a man like me?” he sounded almost offended, and took a step closer to you, his head over yours and his serious eyes looking down at you. “you were dying for a man like me not even a month ago”

and you were still dying for him.

as thranduil was much taller than you, after the break up you discovered that arguing with him was one of the most intimidating things you'd ever done.

yet you faced him with bravery, not letting him ruin the last pieces you had from your broken heart.

“well i don't want to anymore.” you said and he got more closer, his chest almost touching yours.

“and what kind of man do you want then? you want a man like bard?” thranduil asked and he sounded annoyed, his face was stoic but the subtone of his words betrayed his feelings.

he sounded jealous, and he clearly was.

“and what is your problem if i do?” you bited back, pushing his buttons. “maybe he'll treat me way much better than you, in fact, i'm pretty sure he wouldn't replace or use me « to heal » in the first place.” you avoided his eyes while you spoke, not wanting your look to give away the fact that you didn't wanted to be with anyone else than thranduil.

thranduil let out an irritated puff, then his hand went straight to your face, grabbing it tightly, forcing you to look at him.

“then go date him, (y/n).” he said, his voice becoming rough. “that's really what you want?” thranduil asked.

you didn't answered, as you became nervous. yet your hands went to his chest, trying to push him out but it was useless.

thranduil was visibly angry and an irritated chuckle left his lips.

“but i don't think you want that, do you love?” he said, not really expecting you to say anything, cause he already knew the answer. “actually, if i remember correctly, less than a month ago you were in my bed whimpering for me.”

thranduil calling you « love » again made your heart skip a beat as the rest of his words burned your skin like a wildfire.

“why are you throwing a tantrum, thranduil?” you asked, annoyed. he was completely delusional if he thought you wouldn't fire back. “isn't your new girlfriend enough for you that you have to come looking for me like a little puppy?” every word you said felt like if you were digging your own grave, but you didn't cared at all. thranduil's grip on your face became harder.

the next thing that happened was probably the last thing you expected.

thranduil kissed you fiercely, like a unleashed beast. it was agressive, but you played along.

it was like drinking from an oasis in the middle of the dessert, and you answered him with the same obsessive hunger. you broke the kiss briefly to push him almost violently against the bathroom door, and then you were the one to attack his mouth to shut him up before he could say anything.

a slow song started to sound loudly in the house, making the contact more passionate.

« maybe i'm too young, to keep good love from going wrong »

thranduil went from kissing you like an animal to kiss you tenderly, his hand releasing your face to caress your head. he subtely guided you to the floor, where he sat with his back against the door and you placed yourself in his lap, straddling him.

minutes passed, his lips tasted like if you were drinking napalm making your loins burn, and your blood rushed quickly to your cheeks. both of his hands placed themselves on your hips, pulling you closer as his tongue asked you permission to enter your mouth.

« so 'll wait for you, love, and I'll burn. will I ever see your sweet return? »

you open your mouth and let him do as he please, and thranduil takes the opportunity, introducing his tongue. then, the kiss abandoned its sweet nature to become an agressive fight between the both of you, again. your hands move to his hair, making it messy.

thranduil wastes no time and one of his hands moves to your neck, making a little bit of pressure, while kissing you.

the kiss is broken up by the need to take a little bit of air, and you both look at eachother in the eyes, his hand not leaving its place.

« it's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter »

“i hate you” you say agitated, your lips swollen from the past interaction.

he chuckled, breathing heavily. “i hate you too.”

« it's never over, she is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever »

and then he pulled you to kiss you again, roughly. his left hand went under your dress, caressing your thigh and the other made presure on your neck and made you sigh in between the kiss. thranduil smiled as you kept kissing eachother hungrily, now moving his hand closer to the sweet spot between your legs.

you made sure to kiss him hard, and bited his lip with delicacy as he moved your underwear to the side, thinking that if you were lucky, his girlfriend would taste you too when she kissed him.

thranduil touched you freely, like he still loved you. you whined against his mouth, and he broke the kiss.

“you still want to go out with bard?” he asked, releasing your neck to make you look at him by grabbing your chin. his other hand was between your legs, playing with you and making you sigh again.

« lover, you should've come over, 'cause it's not too late »

there was a brief silence as you tried to hold yourself together to give him an answer.

“n-no.” you said. “do you love her?” the sudden question came from your lips in an agitated whimper as you looked him in the eyes. for some reason you felt he almost rewarded you by moving his hand faster against you, making you gasp.

“no.” thranduil finally asnwered only for you to kiss him again. you grabbed both sides of his face, and his right hand caressed your hair softly.

and then your little make out session was terribly interrupted by loud and violent knocks on the door. you both stood up quickly, like children being caught doing a mischief.

he made you a sign to keep quiet and spoke.

“yes?” thranduil said, calmly.

“babe, is that you?” you rolled your eyes at the sound of his girlfriend's voice. thranduil noticed and a little mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

“yes, it's me. give me five minutes.” he answered, his voice was too calm for the events that unfolded just moments before.

thranduil then pressed you against the wall, next to the door so the door could cover your presence while he went out. you wondered if his new girlfriend was really that stupid to not notice her, but you quickly thought that if thranduil was doing this he probably believed too that she was indeed stupid.

you admired how he always knew how to manage all the situations, but something in your chest ached when he gave you another kiss before whispering a soft « i love you » and opening the door, leaving you shocked.

he loved you. thranduil really loved you.

“im here, love.” thranduil said to her, covering your presence with the door and showing his girlfriend that no one was in the bathroom with him. at least to her eyes.

“the party is ending, thran. we should go.” she said. oh you loathed her, and a part of you hated thranduil for leaving you for her. you wanted him to say no, to stay with you, but he didn't.

“okay. let's go.” he answered, and exited the bathroom, leaving you alone but forgetting to turn off the light.

you walked to the mirror, saw your messy make up, the frustrated look on your face after being interrupted and your lips subtly swollen from the kisses and you laughed.

you fucking laughed.

you laughed because, no matter what she could say or do to compete with you, you've already won. he didn't loved her, he was yours. and you hoped; no, you knew, that everytime she kissed him, she would have to taste you too.

and to think you didn't intended to fight over him on the first place, but now the game was on.

I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKED THIS!! it was super hard for me to finish this, and i plan to do a part 2 so stay tuned <3

[leahsflwer]

LOTR preference - You sitting on their lap 🫢

Warnings: Light smut, fluff for some, mentions sexual topics, adult content, ect.

Paring: LOTR characters x reader! (No gender)

Aragorn -

He grew up with no affection so he was confused when you suddenly sat on his lap. All though no matter how panicked he was, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed your back to his chest as you spoke with Gimli. He sweetly smiled and put his chin on your shoulder.

Legolas -

As you all sat around the large table in Rivendell. You finished pointing at parts and sat down thinking it was your seat only to realise it was Legolas. But you just let it be and he just smirked. Definitely flustered on the inside but he feels honoured to have such a gorgeous person on his lap, a large hand of his, on your hip bone as he focused on the plans that Aragorn spoke of.

Boromir -

You sat on his lap straddling him, looking him in the eyes with a soft smile. He took it the opposite way of you however. He enjoyed the feeling of you on his large lap. He raised his glass up at you with a grin and chugged it. Putting the cup down and pulling you closer onto his lap.

“You look beautiful like this, my love.”

Faramir -

As you sat on his lap facing him, it drove him insane. He was trying to tell you about his new poetry but lost all focus on it. He looked at you with a smirk appearing on his sweet lips. His blue eyes looking at you as he took in all your features. You gulped at the feeling of something under you, poking at your area.

“Sorry about that Sweetheart.”

Frodo -

You were taller than him which made it harder for him to look at your face up close. So he gently grabbed your hand so you came down to his level. You smiled at the action and sat on his lap playing with his hair gently. He loved to feeling. Slightly too much with a problem building up downstairs in the Baggin’s pants.

Merry -

He was flustered when you sat on his lap, but he just smiled in return as you told him about your day. He glanced to the side to make sure Pippin wasn’t glaring and ready to tease him, when he saw the other hobbit distracted he grinned at you and cupped your face, kissing you. Smirking as he pulled away and just listening as you continued.

Pippin -

He was staring right at you as you plopped yourself on his lap with you back turned to him. He moved his lips inches away from your neck and whispered to you. Smirking as he saw your ears and cheeks grow a strong shade of red. Feeling proud at his cheeky comment.

“Now don’t be hasty Princess. Unless you want to be sitting on something else of mine”.

Sam -

You gave him a sense of joy the moment you came into his arms. He immediately became soft as you sat on his laps while he sat by the pot cooking. He held onto your waist and continued to mix the pot time to time. Mentioning how some taters would be perfect for such a delicious meal.

Arwen -

She loved attention and felt powerful when you came to sit on her lap. She let her hands slide to your ass and held onto it. Smirking into your shared kiss. Not caring if her father caught you, as she was no longer going to listen to other’s opinions but yours.

Lindir -

When Lindir finally got some time off of working and following Elrond around he was not expecting it to end on your climbing on his lap. He was flustered, yet turned on by the action he was usually focused and mature but he couldn’t help but imagine things as your stunning face was inches from his own.

Pt.2 (post straight after~)

[dewdropdinosaur]

Dewdrop's Lord of the Rings Masterlist

These are all the normal fics, all kinktober based ones will be in the KinkTober Masterlist(s)

Frodo

The Last Path to You

Fireworks to Firelight

Arwen

Moonlight Sonata

[honeytama]

thoughts on matt being surprised by reader wearing elf cosplay,, specifically arwen from lotr

note: @amourtoken inspired me HEAVILY on this one from this post so ty!! also tagging @thatchickwiththecamera for talking lotr w me <3

smut 18+ under the cut

boyfriend! matt x reader incoming

matt and you had watched all three films together around a week ago and it was your first time watching them !! he made it hard to focus, but you were good and stuck your eyes to the screen the whoooole time

while you were watching the last film,,,

“baby, i know i asked you to watch with me, but we could be doing something else, too” he sat beside you on his couch with his legs spread in shorts that rose up to show his thighs. he patted the top of thigh, his usual call for you come over during movies: to either get off on his thigh, come to your knees between his legs and get him off, or to ride him while holding onto his shoulders for support.

“you’re the one who told me to pay attention,” you whined before taking a peak at his patting hand, disgustingly close to his bulge, the outline of his hard cock against him beckoned you. if his black athletic shorts rode up any more, you swear you could see his tip peeking through the edge.

“now, i want your attention,” he rubbed himself over his shorts with his hand. “you know i can make you feel so good.”

“so needy,” you mocked him with a pout in your lip before kissing his cheek. “we’re going to finish the movie ok? because we both know if we stop now we’ll never finish it… and the next time we try to watch, i’ll just be all over you again.” you reached for his waistband and pulled down the front of his shorts and underwear,,, his dick flopped out with a bead of precum adorning his tip.

“you just said—“

you hushed him by stroking him and guiding your palm of his tip to gather his arousal. “you can touch me, too. and we’ll just watch the rest of the movie like this.”

intrigued by your proposal, he pulled off your bottoms before sticking his hand between your thighs as your spread your legs next him.

you two were silent, mostly; both of you focusing simultaneously on the film and each other’s parts. only soft grunts and whines coming from each others lips when you hit just the right spot.

he got you off on his fingers and waited patiently for the final movie to end to drag you to the bedroom to finish himself off into your cunt.

little did he know that you had other, more exciting things planned for him.

—

you thought you would test just how badly he was obsessed with his girlfriend having watched his favorite films.

a few days ago,

you flipped through his side of your shared closet and pulled down one of his lotr shirts and grabbed a pair of thigh high socks from your side.

putting them on with nothing underneath, you waited for him in bed over the sheets as he tucked the dogs to sleep in the living room.

when he opened the bedroom door, “you liked it that much, huh?”

you ended up riding him for all he’s worth that night. he didn’t dare lift your shirt to watch your tits bounce even though he craved it,, he just reveled in the sight of his girlfriend wearing his clothing and grinding on his cock.

—

today, you can still see the faint bruises on your ass and sides of your thighs from how tightly his hands squeezed them that night as he guided you up and down his dick.

oh, he’s into it !!

one more step… which had a bit of extra planning on your part.

you ordered pointed elf ears, a circlet, a cream colored sheer floor length robe and a cutsie, lavender ((you can choose light blue or sage)) lingerie set. you planned to do your makeup and hair for the occasion, too.

there was one special, extra thing you ordered for him if everything goes well.

matt hadn’t shared a crush with you on the elf woman, Arwen, but you thought how could he not have one?? she’s gorgeous and you thought of him as your Aragorn soooo you thought you would give it a try

nerds like him deserve to have a sexy elf women writhing underneath them :/

putting everything on, you’re ready to surprise him for some midday sex. the light seeping in from your bedroom windows made the fantasy just a bit more immersive.

he would be getting home from working in the studio and you imagine he would need some tlc.

you stand in the living room, undoing your robe as he comes through the door and sets his things down.

“welcome home, matty,” you say sweetly.

“holy shit,” he walks over to you, quickly chucking off his Nike’s in the process. “you’re a fucking elf…” he wraps his arms around you, oogling your new outfit.

you fluster as his hands explore the smooth material of your lingerie and as he tilts your chin to inspect your ears. looking up at him through your lashes you ask, “do you want to fuck an elf, matt?”

“yup, bedroom, now”

matt cannot stop repeating the same praises as your split on his dick, squirming beneath him. your thighs presses to your chest as he thrusts into you hungrily.

“so pretty just for me”

“good elf girl”

“my beautiful”

all said so teasingly

he managed to pull the majority of his clothes off and your robe, but he couldn’t help but just tug your cute panties to the side and pull his briefs down his thighs; your circlet and pointed ears still adorning your head.

“look at you beneath me, even as an elf you’re so cute twitching on my cock.”

yapologist matt will never shut up about this by the way (he wouldn’t tell anyone, just tease you about it constantly while also praising you for being the most badass, thoughtful girlfriend ever)

((wishing i had some better dialogue to serve yall,,, just too brainrotted over this)

fluffy extra hehehe:

the extra item you bought is a replica evenstar necklace.

laying in bed with him after your afternoon tryst, you lean over to your bedside table and take it into your hands.

“matty, i got you something,” you hide it in your hands patiently.

“oh, yeah?”

you allow the necklace to unravel as you hold it between your fingers. the faux gems twinkle in the light.

“for me?” he asks.

you nod at him with a proud smile. you can tell he’s trying not to act toooo excited.

he takes it in his hand, “you realize giving me this is like, more than a proposal, right?

“yes, dummy, i watched arwen explain the whole thing,” you giggle.

he rolls over onto you, smothering you with kisses and his hair tickles your face.

“i’ll carry it with me everywhere,” he declares, “even on tour. love you so much, bubby.”

“love you, too.”

[hippiegoth97]

Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 35

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, mentions of smut, smoking, alcohol use, drunk driving, small argument, crying, angst, heartbreak

Word Count: 7.7k

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Part 35: Wicked Game

Sunday, September 24th, 1989

"Sugarpuff? It's Eddie on the phone again." Mom says through your bedroom door on Sunday morning.

"Just hang up." You manage to say, just loud enough for her to hear. The sound of her footsteps descends back down the hallway, and the phone is placed on the hook without another word. You let out a long sigh, oddly relieved to know Eddie can't get another syllable out.

You haven't slept a wink all night, constantly tossing and turning in your bed while thoughts race through your mind. Thoughts of Eddie's lips on Chrissy's, of how angry and heartbroken it made you feel. Still makes you feel. Every time that image flashes across your mind, you get the intense urge to scream into your pillow. An urge you've entertained a few times, once you were sure it wouldn't make too much noise.

Eddie's called three times in the last couple of hours, all of which you've ignored in one way or another. The first time served as an alarm clock for your mother, forcing her out of bed. You knew exactly who was calling so early, not bothering to move a muscle. You can picture the scene back at the apartment. Eddie, disheveled and sweating in his clothes from the party, having cried all night over you. Broken glass and spilled wine still lay on the floor, as he can't focus on cleaning up any other mess than the one he's made by lying to you. Arwen is no doubt snuggled in his lap as he cradles the phone, frantically dialing your number over and over, before changing his mind.

"I'm making omelets, Y/N. Do you want me to make you one?" Mom asks through the door, still leaving you alone to your thoughts.

"Okay." You call back, forcing the volume despite your vocal chords begging you not to. You feel absolutely awful from lack of sleep, and too much wine, and all this damn crying you can't seem to stop doing. You roll onto your back, staring at the ceiling. If it weren't for your heart being shattered into a million tiny pieces, you'd probably feel completely numb right now. But you swear you can sense the shards worming their way through your chest, lodging in your ribs and muscles on their way out. Everything hurts. You spend so much time fixating on the pain, that you don't even register the next twenty minutes passing until Mom brings you your breakfast.

"It's hot and ready, sweetie." She says, knocking first before opening the door. She brings in a tray to set on your lap, and you take the cue to sit up against the headboard. You keep the blanket tucked beneath your underarms to cover yourself, avoiding her eyes for the time being. "Here you go. Do you need anything else?" She asks sweetly, though the unbelievably blank look on your face quickly sours her on the inside.

"No. Thanks, Mom." You rasp, reaching for the glass of orange juice she's brought you to wet your mouth that feels like sandpaper.

"Okay. Well, just let me know. And I left the phone off the hook. That ought to stop the calls for a while." Mom says, going for the door. You just nod at her words, glancing down at your plate.

Bright yellow egg formed in a perfect half circle smiles back at you on the white ceramic. Steam rises from it, carrying the scent of shredded cheese, mushrooms, and peppers. Your favorite fillings. Nothing about it is particularly appetizing to you, however. The mere thought of putting a single bite into your mouth makes you want to barf. But at the same time, your abdomen cramps up as it begs to be filled with something.

"Ugh." You groan in disgust, picking up your knife and fork. You cut into the fluffy folded disk, melty cheese oozing out of the exposed seams. The sight makes you gag, but you bring the bite to your lips anyway. You force your mouth open, and slide the piece off of your fork with the very tips of your teeth. You carefully bring the food back towards your tongue, allowing it to touch your taste buds after this painstaking process. When you don't immediately projectile vomit all over the bed, you allow yourself to start chewing. You're able to register the flavors you usually enjoy so much, but it all feels...wrong. Like someone made a photocopy of your breakfast, and served that to you instead of the original.

You compel every last bite of the omelet down your throat, putting the empty tray to the side once you're finished. Your stomach stops hurting, and you feel slightly less sick than before. You decide to finally get out of bed, it doesn't help any to lay here feeling sorry for yourself. Besides, you've got a couple assignments to work on. That ought to clear your head for a little bit. You get out from under the covers, going for your suitcase to find some clean clothes. You open the zipper, pulling out a t-shirt, jeans and some underwear. You wish you'd had the forethought to pack some pajamas, but your mind was far more focused on yelling at Eddie. You put the clothing on, and trudge down the hall to the living room where your school things were placed last night. Mom gives you a shocked look, quickly replaced by a relieved smile to see you out of bed.

"How are you feeling, sugarpuff?" She asks, taking a sip of her second cup of coffee.

"A little better. Shit, I'd meant to bring the tray back." You say abruptly, about to turn back to get it.

"It's alright, Y/N. I'll get it for you." She insists.

"Thanks." You reply as you sit on the couch, pulling the coffee table closer to open your textbooks.

"What's your plan for today?" She asks, though she assumes you probably want to be alone. It's very much within your nature to close yourself off to everyone while you're going through something like this. Of course, she wants you to talk to her about anything and everything. But she doesn't want to push you, either. You'll open up, when you're ready.

"This. I've got a couple things due tomorrow." You say, gesturing at the books without looking up.

"Okay, that sounds good. I'll be around if you need anything." She says, leaving you to your work. She retrieves the tray from your room, putting the dishes in the sink to be washed.

The words on the pages of your trigonometry textbook blur and scramble the more you try to focus on them. And your mother making noise in the kitchen isn't exactly helping. You tap your pencil incessantly on the fresh sheet of your notebook, struggling to untangle the equations you're meant to solve. You stare and stare and stare at the numbers and symbols, finding nothing but absolute gibberish. You're growing frustrated, wanting to tear the damn thing to pieces in retaliation. But what good would that do? You'd be completely fucked on your assignment, and out a good chunk of cash on the book itself. You snatch up one of the throw pillows from the couch, shoving your face deep into its plush surface to muffle the loud, guttural sound that begs to leave your lungs. You need assistance, someone to read the pages to you, something. You only hope the person you plan to call is able to help you. You go for the phone, still sitting off the hook. You put the receiver to your ear, and punch in the numbers like your life depends on it.

"Hello?" Robin's voice comes through.

Thank fuck, you think to yourself. "Hey, Rob." You respond.

"Oh, hey, Y/N. Are you doing okay?" She asks, worried by the rather breathless sound of your voice.

"I'm alive." You say dryly. "Are you able to come over? I'm trying to get my assignments done, but I...I can't read anything." You explain, though you realize your problem sounds rather vague over the phone.

"Sure thing. I'll be right over." Robin chirps, not questioning you whatsoever.

"Thanks, Rob. You're a lifesaver." You sigh in relief, allowing a small smile to creep across your lips.

"Of course, Y/N. See ya in a bit."

"Yep." You press the spring-loaded button to end the call, putting the headset back down on the table. Now all you have to do is wait a few minutes, and you'll have the help you need. You only hope Robin won't bring up Eddie while she's here. You can't allow yourself to even think about him right now, because it'll only derail you further.

A little bit later, the doorbell rings. You get up to answer the door, finding Robin on the other side. She immediately takes you in her arms for a hug, squeezing you tight. "Hey, Robin." You squeak, suffocating in her grip.

"How've you been doing?" She asks, letting you out of her grasp so you can breathe.

"Fuckin' terrible." You huff, leading her over to the couch. "But I don't want to talk about that right now. I'm not letting my grades slip because of that..." You trail off, stopping yourself from calling Eddie such a mean name.

"Asshole?" Robin says it for you, completely understanding where you're coming from. You just nod in reply, feeling guilty for agreeing. "It's okay to say what you feel, Y/N. It's better than keeping it all inside." Robin says kindly, taking a seat next to you and looking over the books you've got open. Civics and trigonometry.

"No, I know. I just don't want to unpack all that right now. I've been up all night thinking about it...about them." You pick at your fingers as you speak, swallowing hard at the thought of those two getting 'friendly' again.

"That's okay. Let's focus on your homework instead. Deal?" Robin offers with a smile.

"Deal." You smile back, and move on to the equations. Robin reads them out to you slowly and carefully, and you write them out in your notebook. Thankfully it reads properly coming from your own hand, leaving you able to solve them all in minutes. Next is the short paragraph questions for civics, which are once again a breeze when Robin's friendly rasp verbalizes them for you.

"Well, shit. That was easy. You sure you needed me for this?" Robin asks with a laugh, surprised at your quick mind and immense intellect. She's heard Eddie call you a bookworm before, but it's only now that she sees how true that nickname rings for you.

"Believe me, I did. The damn words kept moving all over the place, I couldn't make sense of anything." You insist, giggling lightly yourself. "Thank you for helping me, Rob. It means a lot." You put your hand over hers in gratitude.

"Please, any time. You have anything else planned for today?" She asks.

"Not a thing, except wallowing in self pity. But I'm not due for that until five." You joke, but Robin doesn't laugh. "Sorry." You sigh.

"No, it's fine. Humor is a common coping mechanism." She reassures you.

"I aced psychology, Robin. I'm well aware." You snort bitterly. You don't mean to be so moody, but you can't help it.

"I'll let the bitchiness slide since you're in pain. But I was gonna suggest we go shopping to take your mind off things." Robin offers, and it sounds like the best idea you've heard in weeks.

"I'm sorry, I know you're just trying to help. And shopping sounds amazing right now." You fix your tone, and your face, trying to cheer up a little for her sake. You doubt she wants to be around a total sad sack all day.

"Let's get a move on, then. Retail therapy awaits!" Robin exclaims, pulling you off the couch. You grab your purse and slip some shoes on as you head out the door. You call to Mom to say you're going out for a while, and she tells you to be safe in response.

Robin drives the both of you downtown, parking on the curb outside Waxed Out Records. You step out of the car, heading into the store together. You browse the aisles, though you're not really sure if there's anything here that'll catch your eye. If you're being honest, everything in here just reminds you of Eddie. The two of you made semi-regular trips here, usually picking up a new metal album for Eddie's collection. And every glimpse you catch of an Ozzy or Vixen album reminds you of his birthday, one of your best days. You made one of his biggest dreams come true, and the night you shared at that cheap hotel afterwards was easily one of your greatest.

"You okay?" Robin asks as she sees you wistfully flicking through records in the heavy metal section. Maybe a music store wasn't the best idea, given how interlaced it's become in your now-jeopardized relationship.

"Hm?" You hum, snapping out of your trance. You turn to meet Robin's eyes, a single tear falling down your cheek. You force a smile and quickly wipe it away. "Oh, yeah! I'm fine." You say, sniffing harshly to keep your nose from dripping.

"Should we go somewhere else?" She offers, realizing that this was probably the last place she should've brought you.

"Please." You punch out the word, trying to stop your lip from trembling.

She leads you out of the store, looking up and down the block for a different destination. But she has no idea where to go, she's sure every damn place in town has some stain of Eddie fucking Munson on it. "Maybe this was a bad idea. I'm sorry." She sighs, giving up on this plan altogether. She leans against the side of her car, and you do as well.

"It's not your fault. I thought I could handle it. But everywhere I look, I just see him." You sniffle again, and Robin puts her arm around you.

"It's alright, Y/N. It hasn't even been an entire day yet, I wouldn't expect you to be fine right away. I'd probably be freaked out if you were." She says with a light laugh, drawing one from you as well. "How 'bout this, we go to the BigBuy and get some tubs of ice cream, and pick up a few chick flicks from Family Video. We can stuff our faces and forget all about him for a while."

"That sounds like a much better plan." You smile. "Can we call Nancy, too? I need both my girls." You pout playfully.

"Hell yeah, we can!" She cheers, nudging you to get back in the car to set your plan into motion. You and Robin make your short stops at the supermarket and the video store, picking up a couple bottles of wine as well to pair with the ice cream. You walk back into your house less than an hour after you'd left, finding mom sitting on the couch watching TV.

"That was fast." Mom says, wondering why you're back so soon.

"Yeah, the shopping trip was a bust. But we're gonna have a girls night with ice cream and sappy movies instead. Care to join us, Ms. Henderson?" Robin offers, holding up the wine you've purchased.

"Please, call me Claudia. And I'd love to, if that's alright with you, Y/N." Mom replies, more than happy to spend some quality time with you and your friends.

"Of course it is, Mom. I need you just as much as I need Rob and Nance right now." You say sweetly.

"Perfect! I'll make popcorn and pizza rolls." Mom chuckles, getting up from her spot to get started on the snacks. Robin makes a quick call to Nancy's home. Thankfully, Nancy has been dying for some girl time, and is all caught up on her work at The Post for the week. She hurries over, bearing sleeping bags and extra pajamas to make this a full-blown slumber party.

You and Robin change into the pj's to get comfortable, and help Nancy lay out the sleeping bags and some pillows and blankets to make the floor a giant pile of comfort and softness. Mom stays on the couch, though, since she's getting a bit old to sit on the floor. By the time you've got the first movie in the VCR and have your snacks laid out, you've completely forgotten all about the horrible things that occurred last night.

The four of you laugh and cry your way through Pretty in Pink, St. Elmo's Fire, and Dirty Dancing. Popcorn is playfully tossed at one another, and wine flows into your glasses liberally. Mom doesn't have any, but you don't blame her. It seems she's chosen the sober life after her run-in with the law. When you're part way through your fourth film of the night, the time closing in around 11pm, you hear the screech of tires in the driveway, and the unmistakable crash of a rear-ending taking place outside.

"What the fuck?" You gasp in surprise at the noise. You, Nancy, and Robin go to the front window to take a peek outside. You find Eddie's van pressed into the end of Nancy's car, broken shards of head and tail lights littering the ground. "Jesus christ." You groan, wondering what the hell he's doing here. You stomp towards the front door, ready to go out there and give him a piece of your mind.

"Y/N, wait. You sure you wanna go out there?" Robin asks, stopping you in your tracks.

"I kinda have to, don't I? I can at least tell him to go away." You sigh, grabbing hold of the door handle. You yank it open, and step outside to get a closer look at the damage. It's minimal, just the broken lights and a couple small dents and scratches. "Eddie! What the fuck are you doing?" You shout to him, noticing he's still in the driver's seat. The window is down however, and his head swivels lazily to look at you.

"Heeeeeey, sweetheart!" He slurs, smiling drunkenly. Great, he's fucking wasted. He struggles to open the driver's side door, and almost falls onto the ground when it finally swings outward. He plants his feet, and ambles his way around the van to come over to you.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You ask with crossed arms. You notice that he's still dressed in his clothes from last night, wrinkled and soaked with sweat. And he absolutely reeks of whiskey.

"I-I came here to see youuuuu, babydoll." He laughs, trying to reach a finger forward to poke your chest. He misses by a mile, hitting the empty space to your left.

"Eddie, you're drunk. You really shouldn't have driven here." You say with a sigh. He's a total mess, he's probably been like this all day.

"But I haaaaad to see you, sweetheart. I had to tell you howwww sorry I am." He continues to slur his words, hiccuping a few times as he speaks.

"I told you I need time to think things over. That means leaving me alone." You reply sternly. "Look, I'll call Steve to come pick you up, alright? I can't let you drive home like this." You turn around to go inside and make the call, but you feel Eddie's sweaty hand close on your arm. He swings you back around to meet his gaze, his eyes dilated and glassy.

"Y/N, pleeeease. I love you, baby. I need you. Arrrrwen needs you. Just come home." He begs, putting his hands on your shoulders. His booze-soaked breath fans in your face, and his words feel like a blow to your heart. You know he's hurting as much as you are, but this isn't helping. You need him to go away, he's only making things worse.

"Eddie, please stop. I can't have any kind of conversation with you like this. You're making a fool of yourself." You say sadly, avoiding his eyes. You can't bear to look at him like this, it's honestly embarrassing.

"I'm making a fool of myself? Riiiight." Eddie scoffs, backing away from you now. His brow furrows, his tone becoming aggressive. "Like you didn't leave me in front of all our friends. Aaaaand for what? 'Cuz I fucked Chrissy? Biiiiiig whoop!" He throws his hands in the air clumsily, they slap against his sides once they come back down. You get a very strong urge to slap him for saying these things, but you know better than to hit him.

"Everything okay out here, Y/N?" Robin asks from the doorway. Nancy and Mom are with her too, waiting to intervene if things get uglier than they already are.

"Yeah. Can you call Steve to come get Eddie? He needs a ride home." You call back.

"I don't need anything!" Eddie shouts, making you cringe. You really hope none of your neighbors hear any of this. He stumbles for you again, taking hold of your chin. "Except for this pretty mouth of yours on my dick." He chuckles dumbly, his inhibitions and self-awareness eroded away by all the alcohol he's consumed.

"Jesus christ, Eddie! Just stop it!" You shout in disgust, swatting his hand away. This...thing in front of you isn't your boyfriend. It's a sad, hurt man that's drowned his sorrows in massive quantities of liquor. He doesn't know what he's saying. He doesn't know how much he's hurting you with his careless actions.

"Oh...oh, no." Eddie gasps in realization, bringing his hand to his mouth. "I'm sorry, princess. I-I didn't mean any of that." He continues, his features falling into sadness. It appears a sliver of clarity has made its way through, if only for a moment. He tries to reach for you again. To apologize, to shower you with kisses, who knows. But you back away from him, shaking your head as you start to cry again. You can't do this, you can't deal with him right now. "Y/N, please. I'm sorry. I just miss you so much...I love you, I need you. It's killing me to be without you." He keeps going, breaking down just like he did last night. He falls to the ground before you, sobbing loudly. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...sorry..." He folds over himself, gripping helpless handfuls of the grass beneath him. "Y/N, please...please, just come back. Come back to me." Eddie begs, unable to think anything but his hopeless pleas for you to forgive him, to let things go back to the way they were.

"I can't, Eddie. Not right now. I'm sorry." You say tearfully, tempted to kneel before him and stroke his back or hair to soothe him. But you can't offer him any comfort, because he'll think everything is okay again when it isn't. Not yet. Maybe it never will be. All you can do is stand over him, the both of you crying yourselves sick again.

After what feels like hours, Steve eventually shows up to your house. He pries a broken Eddie off the ground, overpowering his drunken kicks and squeals as he begs to be let go. Eddie cries out your name like a wounded animal, the sound of it absolutely wretched. But Steve stuffs him into the passenger seat of his car anyway, taking him back to your apartment to babysit him for the night. If you know Eddie at all, he'll hoof it all the way back here if nobody stops him.

"C'mon, Y/N. Let's get back inside." Robin says when she comes over to you. You nod through your tears, forcing your eyes away from Eddie's muffled wailing, and his pounds against the car window. Robin walks you into the house, closing the door behind you both.

"I'm sorry, sugarpuff." Mom says, taking you in her arms for a warm hug. That whole display was incredibly difficult to watch. She feels for Eddie, she truly does. She acted pretty similarly when George waltzed out the door ten years ago. The poor boy's heart is aching for you, breaking more and more as the hours pass. She may still be furious with him for creating this situation in the first place. But she'd be hard pressed to not hold an ounce of sympathy for him at the same time.

"Sorry about your car, Nance." You state, muffled against your mother's shoulder.

"It's fine, Y/N. You didn't know Eddie was gonna pull a stunt like that. I'll make sure to send him the bill." Nancy says in understanding, her and Robin joining to huddle to help alleviate some of your pain.

"That was so fucking embarrassing." You whimper, unable to stop crying.

"We know, Y/N. But it's not your fault." Robin assures you.

"And what's even worse, I wanted to take him back. I wanted to let him hold me, and kiss me, and tell me how sorry he was...I almost did." You explain, feeling so ashamed of yourself with every word.

"It's okay, honey." Mom coos, stroking your hair.

"We've all been there. But you have to take the time to think this over. Don't let what just happened take away from that. Eddie was wrong to come here tonight, it was really selfish." Nancy says, helping talk you down from the edge of jumping back into things with Eddie right away. He betrayed your trust, and he doesn't deserve to be forgiven so easily.

"Fuck, I just realized I have to see him at work tomorrow." You groan, wishing you could afford to take the day off. But you've got inventory that cannot wait another day, and a new schedule you haven't even started yet.

"Given the total mess Eddie was just now, I'm guessing he'll be calling in sick." Robin replies, and the thought gives you some comfort. Maybe she's right, maybe Eddie will stay home. You really fucking hope so, at least.

"C'mon, girls. Let's clean up, get cozy, and put the last movie on to go to sleep." Mom says, patting your shoulders so you'll let her go. You help her and the others put away the leftover ice cream and wine, and slide into your sleeping bag between Robin and Nancy. Your mother pulls a blanket over herself on the couch, after putting in the final movie you'd picked out. The Breakfast Club begins to play, and she flicks off the lamp. The room goes dark, only lit by the television.

"Thanks for being here, girls. It means a lot." You say quietly, still a little teary-eyed as you settle in to finally get some rest. You've got a long day tomorrow. First, you have a couple classes, and then you have an afternoon shift at the Hawk. It's going to be absolute hell to get through every second of it. But the world doesn't stop just because your heart is broken.

"Of course, there's nowhere we'd rather be right now." Robin scoots closer to you, and Nancy follows her lead. They make you feel safe and warm, which is something you didn't know you needed until now. You allow your eyes to close as the students of Shermer High show up for their Saturday detention, and murmur a quiet 'goodnight' to the girls. You drift off in no time at all, a welcome contrast from the previous night. You don't dream about Eddie, or the party, or anything at all, really. You don't wake up covered in sweat and hyperventilating in the middle of the night. You don't toss and turn, or struggle to maintain a steady period of rest. This night is probably the easiest you've ever slept in a very, very long time.

Monday, September 25th, 1989

You're woken up the next morning by Robin, who hands you a bowl of cereal. She sits cross-legged beside you holding a bowl of her own, taking a large bite of Frosted Flakes into her mouth. "Thanks, Rob." You say sleepily, sitting up in your nest to eat. "What time is it?" You ask, rubbing your eyes.

"Seven-thirty. Don't worry, plenty of time before class." Robin replies, assuring you that you won't be late. "How'd you sleep?"

"Great, actually. For the first time in months, probably." You scoff lightly. You can't believe that all it took to get a good night's sleep was to be sandwiched between your friends on the floor.

"I'm glad to hear it, Y/N. You deserve it, after what you've been through."

"Careful Robin, you might make this 'Vickie' of yours jealous." You joke, the two of you laughing quietly. Mom's still passed out on the couch, but Nancy is nowhere in sight. "Where's Nance?" You ask, looking around to see if she's in the kitchen.

"She went home. Said she had some stuff to do with Karen for the wedding. Invitations, or something like that." Robin explains as she chews.

"Oh, okay." You shrug, digging into your own breakfast now. "Is the van still out there?" You question, hoping you don't have to see any evidence of last night's incident sitting in the driveway.

"Yeah. But Steve called last night and said he and Eddie would come get it once you've already left today. I talked to him for a minute, I didn't wanna wake you."

"What did he say?" You ask, curious to know how Eddie was doing.

"You sure you wanna know? I don't want to upset you." Robin says, giving you a cautious glance.

"I'm sure. I can take it." You nod.

"Okay, well...Steve said Eddie was even worse once they got to the apartment. He threw up. A lot. And he was just a mess, still crying for you and begging Steve to bring him back here." She pauses, gauging your reaction. You nod for her to keep going, and she does. "Steve did his best to calm him down, and managed to get him into some clean pajamas and at least lay in bed. He put Arwen in there with him, and he sat there until Eddie fell asleep."

"So, Steve stayed there all night?" You can't help all the questions, despite the plan you'd initially made to push Eddie out of your mind and focus on your own life. You love him too much to pretend you don't care. You have to know that he's not going to end up hurting himself.

"Yeah. Mostly to make sure the dingus wouldn't choke on his own puke, I'm sure. Steve seemed pretty pissed about the whole thing." She says.

"Really? I suppose we might've woken him up." You reply guiltily, considering how annoyed Steve must have been to be dragged into your drama.

"Oh, no, no! He was pissed at Eddie!" Robin clarifies, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Oh." You roll your eyes at yourself for drawing the wrong conclusion.

"Yeah, he's definitely not a fan of Eddie making you cry. He gets very defensive of his friends." She explains further.

"But Eddie's his friend, too." You retort, not understanding the logic there.

"Well, yeah. But he hurt you, Y/N. In a pretty awful way, at that. Steve's seen all the shit you've had to go through, with Tommy and the trial and everything. We all have. And we were all under the impression that Eddie would never cause you that kind of pain." She speaks emphatically, showing you just how much she and the others care about you, that they understand your situation.

"Yeah, so was I." You huff, flicking the soggy pieces of cereal around your bowl with your spoon.

"But I will say, as much as we're all royally pissed at Eddie, I can understand why he didn't want to tell you." She says cautiously, noting your furrowing brow. "Don't get me wrong, he should've been honest from the beginning. But try to see it from his perspective. He did this awful thing, because he was hurting. And once it was over, he regretted it to a point where he hid it from everyone."

"I do see it, Robin. I've spent hours thinking about it from his point of view. But he still lied to me. How can I ever trust him again? How do I know he won't go back to her?" You ask as a couple tears drip into the bowl in your lap, forming translucent swirls in the milk.

"Y/N." Robin sighs. "There is no way in hell that he wants anyone on this entire planet besides you. I promise you that. Look, I'm not saying you should forgive him, or take him back. Alright? Just...think it over. Make sure you listen to your enormous heart, and that genius mind of yours, before you decide anything. Okay?"

"Okay." You nod, appreciating her advice. Those two things, your head and your heart, are currently all mixed up right now. So much of you wants to take Eddie back, to forget all about this and be happy again. But the other part can't stop picturing him with Chrissy, their mouths and hands all over each other. You also can't stop replaying the dishonest words he said to put your mind at ease months ago: There's nothing to worry about, sweetheart. Chrissy's a very dutiful wife, and I'm only interested in pursuing you...

Robin does you the favor of driving you to school. She's proving herself to be your closest friend as of late, and you're so thankful to have her on your side. You don't say much during the ride, your mind wandering to all sorts of places as you look out the window. You wonder how Eddie's doing, probably nursing a major hangover after the stunt he pulled last night. You wonder if Arwen is doing okay without you there, if she's meowing incessantly, searching the apartment for you. You wonder what Steve's night has been like, if he got any amount of sleep while watching over your man. 'My man.' What the hell does that even mean anymore?, you ask yourself. You sigh aloud as Robin pulls up to the college.

"I'll pick you up after your shift, Y/N. You gonna be okay today?" Robin asks as you sling your bag over your shoulder.

"I'll survive. Thanks for the ride, Rob. I'll see you later." You answer flatly, forcing a small smile. Though it falls away as quickly as it arrives.

"Later." She gives you a sympathetic look and a little wave. You close the passenger door, and she drives off to start her day at Family Video. You go inside the school building, heading to your first course of the day.

Your classes go alright, it's easy enough to shut off the emotional side of your brain and focus on taking notes. You blindly copy down the words your professors say, and anything vital they put on their chalkboards. You're running on autopilot, refusing to let yourself think or feel anything except 'that's important, write that down'. Everything else is locked away in a box, shoved to a deep dark corner until you can open it once you're alone. Old habits die hard, and your tendency to shut down and hide is currently fighting for its life.

You walk a few blocks to the theater once you're done with class, still feeling rather numb as you step through the door. You head straight for the restroom to change clothes, ready to dive headfirst into work and further remove yourself from inner turmoil. You slip into your uniform, your armor. You straighten everything out in the mirror and take a deep breath, before going into the office to start the day. You step past the threshold to the break room, stopping dead in your tracks when you see a familiar head of long curls digging through your shared locker. You debate turning around and running away, perhaps to hole up in the projection booth with Milo until the coast is clear. That is, until Jamie acknowledges you, holding a cup of coffee in hand.

"Hey, Y/N. How was your weekend?" Jamie asks, making you cringe. You notice Eddie flinch with his back still turned to you. What is he even doing here? You were sure he was too fucked up to come in today. You only hope he'll have the good sense to stay the hell out of your way.

"It was fine. How was yours?" You reply, forcing your feet to keep moving toward the office.

"Oh, it was great. I went out with that girl I told you about, Trudy. We had dinner at this Italian place..." Jamie continues talking, but you're not really paying attention. You pretend to be doing something important at the desk, shuffling papers around to keep your eyes pointed downwards.

"That's nice." You say casually, daring to look up for a moment to see if Eddie's left the room yet. He hasn't. In fact, he's leaning against the lockers now, appearing rather desperate to talk to you. He taps his foot on the floor, and his arms are crossed to keep his hands from fidgeting. He looks like complete and utter shit, too. He bears a pale, almost green complexion, with dark circles around his bloodshot eyes. "You okay with being on concessions today?" You ask Jamie, while still gazing in Eddie's direction. You can't help yourself, despite it being the very last place you want to look. You know he won't drop this, unless you handle it now.

"Sure thing, boss!" Jamie salutes you goofily, heading on his way. It's just you and Eddie in the space now, and the tension is palpable. Neither of you know what to say. You certainly don't have any desire to do whatever dance this is at all. You've got too much work to do.

You sit down in the office chair, pulling your empty schedule sheets closer to you. You retrieve a pencil from the metal cup on the desk, finding any way to not make eye contact as you speak. "What is it, Eddie?" You ask coldly, immediately regretting saying anything at all.

"Can we talk一" He starts to ask, but you cut him off with a loud scoff.

"No, we can't. I've got a lot of work to do. And I honestly don't have time to hear a half-baked apology right now." You snip.

"I am sorry, though. For being a total idiot last night." Eddie apologizes anyway, making you sigh.

"Yeah, it was pretty fuckin' stupid." You pause for a moment, and meet his eyes again. "You realize you could've killed yourself, right? Or someone else? What the fuck were you thinking?" You ask rapid fire questions angrily, your task falling to the wayside. You can't hide your concern for him. Things could have been so much worse last night. You could have lost him forever. If you haven't already.

"I know it was dumb, Y/N. I didn't mean to make things worse. But I was out of my mind. I just...can't handle being without you." He explains sadly, pulling on your heartstrings.

"Yeah, well, you're gonna have to learn, Eddie. I'm not your girlfriend right now, and I don't know if I will be again. But I have to figure that out on my own. These drunken stunts, and the calls to my house, and trying to talk to me when I'm not ready are only making that more difficult." You buckle down, not allowing Eddie's more than evident pain to sway you in your resolve. It's been less than forty-eight hours, not nearly enough time to make up your mind.

"I know. I'm sorry, pri一 Y/N." He corrects himself, sparing the pet names.

"Okay. So, when we're at work, we are coworkers only. I'm your supervisor, and you'll do as I say and fuck off. Got it?" You don't mean to be so harsh, but you don't really know what else to do.

"Yeah. Got it, boss." Eddie says with shaky breath, remembering all the times he's called you that in bed, all the times he said it to you as a genuine term of endearment. But now, those romantic meanings no longer exist. It's just another bland, boring word like all the rest. "Where do you want me?" He asks, still needing an assignment. He cannot wait to leave the room before he breaks down crying again. He also urgently needs a trip to the restroom to throw up.

"Ticket booth, please." You answer shortly, returning to your paperwork. Eddie leaves without another word, and the air returns to the room. One more minute of that, and you might have suffocated.

You spend an hour or so working out the schedules for the next couple weeks, putting yourself and Eddie as far away from each other as possible. It's a struggle, to be sure. But you can't see his annoyingly sad, handsome face every day while you're debating what's best for you. You put the papers on the bulletin board once you're finished, and grab the sheets you need for inventory. You trod along to the storage closet, taking your time filling in the numbers once you're inside. You don't have much else to do today, besides making sure everyone's on task and everything is running smoothly.

It's nice and quiet in here, blocking out the sounds of customers filing in, and the loud pops of the popcorn machine. No one comes in looking for more paper cups, or a fresh case of Red Vines. For the first time in the last couple of days, you feel a small sliver of peace. You get to just be, filling out your little boxes without having to worry about anything else. The outside world beyond the closet door is miles away, leaving you alone in a way that is far from lonely. You could get used to this. If only you were able to hide out in this mini fortress of solitude all day. Eventually though, you pencil in the last little number in the last little box on your clipboard. Perhaps a smoke break is in order after your efforts.

You put the completed inventory back in the office for Mr. Biggs to sign off on, and retrieve your pack of smokes and lighter from your bag. You go out the side door to the alley, and lean against the brick wall while slipping a cig between your lips. You bring the lighter to the tip, inhaling deeply to start the burn. It's your first smoke since you left the apartment. You suppose you've been putting off feeding your Eddie-induced nicotine addiction, as the mere taste of smoke reminds you of him. But you can't put it off another minute, you've been craving this far longer than you'd like to admit.

"Trouble in paradise?" Jamie asks, drawing your eyes his way. You hadn't even noticed the door opening again, too absorbed in numbing your stress with tobacco.

"You could say that." You reply, forcing a smile.

"I noticed how tense you and Eddie were earlier. I figured something happened between you too." He says, tossing the large trash bag he'd brought outside into the dumpster. It lands with a loud thunk as it hits the bottom of the bin.

"Yeah. It definitely did." You say shortly, not particularly interested in talking about your relationship problems with your coworker.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. You guys are great together, we all think so. I hope you're able to work things out." Jamie says kindly, picking up on your cagey-ness. He may have been your lab partner once upon a time, but that doesn't exactly make you close friends.

"Yeah." You add simply, shrugging your shoulders as you take a long drag. You don't really know what else to say. You appreciate the sentiment, everyone is rooting for you. But you can't help wondering if all their support for the relationship is worth it.

"I'd better get back in, Max needs me." Jamie leaves you alone, feeling rather awkward about this small conversation. He doesn't blame you for being a bit cold to him. It appears whatever happened between you and Eddie must have been pretty bad.

"Fuck." You sigh to yourself once he's gone, pinching the bridge of your nose. Jamie was only trying to be nice. You didn't have to act so goddamn detached. You just want to pretend to be normal, at least until the workday is over. You won't spend your time telling all your underlings about your personal, private business. You won't dredge up all the bullshit in a place where tears and sobs do no good. You refuse to be anything but a supervisor today. You stub out your cig, having only smoked half of it, and head back inside to finish this stupid fucking day.

"How'd it go?" Robin asks as you slide into the passenger seat after closing time.

"Ugh, it was awful. Eddie showed up after all." You sigh, tossing your bag in the backseat.

"Oh, god. Really?" She groans on your behalf. She can imagine how difficult that must have been for you. "Did he say anything?"

"Yeah, that he was sorry for last night. He wanted to have a 'real talk', but I told him no. I told him that I need time to figure this out, and that he needs to leave me the fuck alone until I do." You explain grumpily, hating the fact that you spoke to him at all. You could've ignored him, let him stare at you dumbly until he gave up and walked away on his own. But you didn't. He knew you wouldn't. Because he knows you still love and care about him, despite everything.

"Good. I'm proud of you for putting your foot down." Robin says with a smile.

"Thanks. I don't feel proud. But I appreciate it, I guess." You laugh dryly.

"You'll get through this, Y/N. And you have all of us to help you do that." She reassures you, taking hold of your hand. You squeeze it tight, happy to accept the platonic affection. She's right. Things will get easier every day, you just have to stick with it and keep your head up. You'll decide whether or not going back to Eddie is what you really want. And you'll have your friends and family supporting you the entire way.

To be continued...

[robsth0r]

Ears Of The Elven (Legolas x Human!Afab!Reader)

A/N: So I had this idea... and I needed to write it out so here it is! I love the sensitive elf ear trope so I of course had to write one too. For the “Afab Reader” that is because there is no mention of gender other than the reader being born female so if you’re transmasc that would work too. Anyways hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Smut/Lemon (18+), Sex.

Word Count: 1089

Extra: There is some sindarin in this chapter so this is the translation of it; Meleth: Love. Meleth Nin: My Love

Legolas was laying in his bed peacefully slipping away into his dreamland. That was till his eyes snapped open as he felt a finger delicately run over the shell of his ear. A rush of pleasure went through his body and he let a shaky breath out.

"Aragorn wasn't joking." I said, in awe. Legolas and I had been dating for around a year or so and being in this position with me currently holding the most sensitive part of the elves body was something Legolas definitely hadn’t thought would happen. I was sitting next to him keeping a firm yet light grip on his ear.

"Quite sensitive?" I leaned down to whisper into his ear, my warm breath sending sparks up and down his spine causing him to shudder. Legolas raised his eyes to glare at me, his sharp gaze looking directly into my soul. My grin grew wider.

"Let… GO." He growled, trying hard to ignore the feather light finger strokes on his ear and how they were affecting him.

"Hmmm… No." I grinned again, reaching across his head to stroke his left ear. The result left Legolas squirming and breathless. The sight of the extremely horny elf next to me was enough for my heart to skip a couple beats. I wondered how it was to have such sensitive ears.

I continued teasing Legolas's ear lobe before leaning down to press gentle kisses all around his earlobe. Every time my lips touched Legolas's sensitive skin it tingled from head to toe, making goosebumps spread across his arms and legs. His heart rate increased dramatically as I moved lower down his body, kissing him along every inch of the way. When I reached the base of his neck Legolas arched into my touch, letting out a moan. I smiled against his throat and slowly began trailing kisses back up his jawline.

When I got there Legolas opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by another groan coming all the way from the back of his throat. I smirked against the side of his face before licking all the way up his long pointy ear, enjoying his gasps and moans.

"Y/n…" Legolas begged, his voice deeper than normally, taking shallow breaths from the pleasure. I hear the warning in his voice but that doesn't stop me. I swing my leg over his chest, securing him under me.

"Gotta say please, Lassy." I chuckled softly and ran my left hand down the side of his torso still keeping my other hand occupied at his ear. I knew the elves didn't like losing control over themselves as it is what elves pride themselves on.

I grinned darkly as my finger reached the tip of Legolas's ear, pinching it lightly earning myself a groan from Legolas. He felt his control snap... thread... by... thread. I hadn't made him lose control even once while we had been together. But if the stories Aragorn had told me about Arwen were anything to go by it could be an interesting night.

I took my hand off of his ear and trailed it down his chest, teasing his waistband. With a flick of my wrist my fingers unfastened it and pulled it over Legolas's hips before slipping his pants down. My hands found his shaft making him twitch. I lowered my head and licked along his length groaning against it and that was enough to make him explode right then and there.

He flung himself up and secured both my hands in a firm grip above my head, him leaning over me.

"If you do that one more time I'm gonna-" He was cut off by a loud moan escaping my throat as I arched my back letting the night shirt I had on fall exposing my breasts. His eyes darkened as his pupils dilated and he lustfully looked down at me.

Before I could react, he thrusted his cock into my warm core repeatedly, kissing and nippling the skin of my breasts. The pleasure was almost overwhelming but just barely, so I grabbed onto Legolas's shoulder to steady myself as I arched my back even more in pleasure. He grunted as he fucked me hard but with pure desire, my pussy fluttering around him.

He reached his hand down and circled my clit, letting small bits of pleasure seep through me. Legolas now kissed my neck, his tongue licking out over my pulse. Legolas’ fingers worked wonders over my clit as he throbbed within me. Legolas took a glance at me and he could see the pleasure trickling into my eyes as he rocked his cock into me.

“Legolas!” I moaned, my head falling back onto the bed. My cunt tightened and wetness flooded around Legolas’ cock.

“Legolas, oh, right there,” I moaned as he fucked into me a bit faster. His thrusts were rough and hard, his nails biting into my thighs gently as he grabbed my legs, spreading me wider so he could get deeper.

Legolas was bringing me so much pleasure that I couldn’t think of any words other than his name. I babbled it, along with a few expletives, about how much I wanted his cock, how I needed him, and eventually, how badly I needed to cum.

Legolas wasn’t far behind me. He wanted to sink himself so deeply into my body that he could never find the way out. Legolas released one of my thighs and pinched my clit. He rubbed it furiously, daring me to cum. His eyes were wild as he stared down at me, beautiful, throaty groans escaping his body.

“Cum for me, gorgeous. Show your prince how good you feel. Cum all over my cock, meleth.” Legolas grunted. He tapped my clit quickly, and with a shout of his name, I came all over him. My body writhed with pleasure as whiteness blinded me. His name fell from my lips, and as he heard me cry out for him, Legolas came inside of me. He filled me with his cum, pumping himself slowly inside of me.

I couldn't get enough of Legolas. I never wanted to leave him.

We both collapsed next to each other, panting heavily as our breathing calmed.

"I love you," Legolas groaned, rolling us around to make himself comfortable spooning me, "Please never leave me." The plea was laced with love and longing and I turned around in his arms. I kissed his forehead gently.

"Of course, meleth nin." I whispered, stroking his hair. "I'm never leaving you."

[bloodibambiidoll]

Situations

90s!Guitarist Eddie Munson x Lead Singer/Guitarist!Reader

(Collab with my love @bimbobaggins69 read her part Here)

Summary: You and your Girlfriend’s all girl band Arwen get the opportunity to open for up and coming band Corroded Coffin. When the guitarist and his boyfriend catch the eye of you and your girlfriend, you can’t help but hope theres more fun in store after the show. WK:2.2k

Warnings:Eventual smut(foursome), wlw x mlm polyamory, drinking, cigarette smoking, girls kissing, wlw fluff, flirting. 18+MDNI Divider used is by @firefly-graphics

Adrenaline rushed through you as you pushed open the heavy bar doors, the muggy air flooding your senses. Your feet slightly stuck to the beer stained floor, the smell of cigarettes and the faint smell of weed bringing a smile to your face. You were always pumped before playing a show with your band, getting to be up there with your friends and your girlfriend was the highlight of your life. But you were especially excited tonight. You were opening for a more popular band and as your eyes scanned the room you could tell it was going to be the largest crowd you’ve ever played for.

The closer it got to your set the prospect of being up there in front of all these people made your body buzz. That wasn’t the only thing that had you so excited though, you were hoping there was some fun in store for you after the show as well. Right before you came in you had stopped outside to smoke a pre-show cigarette and while you were standing there you saw one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen.

He was standing on the sidewalk in front of the bar, smoking a cigarette of his own and he couldn’t take his eyes off you. When you first looked up at him his plump pink lips formed into a smirk, his dark eyes shamelessly raking over your body. You returned his smirk, your own eyes drinking in his form. His curly hair that touched his shoulders looked soft to the touch, he had eyeliner smudged around his large eyes, making them look sultry. His upper half was adorned in a leather jacket with nothing underneath, the front left open to reveal his tattoo covered torso and chest. His large fingers that held his cigarette were adorned with chunky silver rings, and when your eyes traveled down you saw he was wearing distressed black jeans and chunky black boots. You couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight of him.

You held eye contact with him while you stomped your cigarette out, wiggling your fingers at him in a small wave and flashing him a wink before heading inside. If tonight went how you were hoping, you would fucking rock the show, and afterwards you and your girl could have some fun with a really hot metal head. You know she was going to think he was just as sexy as you did.

You look around the room until your eyes land on your girlfriend, sitting at the bar looking as pretty as ever. You walk up behind her, wrapping your arms around her shoulders, nuzzling your nose into her sweet smelling neck.

“Hey baby, you ready to start setting up?” You ask her as you flash her the kind of smile that was reserved for her alone.

“Yeah pretty girl, let’s go.” She stands from the barstool and places a sticky lip gloss kiss on your cheek, wrapping her arm around your waist as you lead her back stage.

You and her shuffle into the small “dressing room” which was really just a staff room that they added a single vanity and a couch into. You strip yourself of your regular clothes, pulling your stage outfit out of your bag so you can change. The black leather skirt you chose to wear tonight was about as mini as it could get without your entire ass hanging out. Your shirt isn’t a shirt at all but just black skull nipple pasties, you and all the girls decided to wear them tonight. You were all about shock value. You pull on your shiny black platform boots and attempt to fasten the bat harness that sits just under your tits but you can’t quite get it, having to ask your girlfriend for help.

You look around the room at your band, a smile spreading across your face. Your beautiful girlfriend, Sage, in her little pink mini skirt, those pasties that you honestly just want to rip off. You knew she was nervous about hitting her new baseline tonight but you also knew she would rock it. Your drummer, Chrissy, and her girlfriend, Rotten Robin, who made the keyboard sound more metal than you ever thought possible were also adorning pasties of their own.

You felt good. Confident. You knew the lyrics to your songs like the back of your hand, you could play the guitar riffs in your sleep. You guys were going to blow the crowd away. You always had faith in your girls. Once everyone was dressed and ready to go you all grabbed your instruments and headed to the side stage to wait for your queue.

You could tell Sage was nervous, reaching out to grab her hand and rub soothing circles on it. She seemed to calm down momentarily between your touch and Chrissy’s encouragement, that is until Robin, who meant well, reminded her of the amount of people waiting for you to step on that stage.

“Baby, don’t be nervous, you’re going to fucking nail that baseline and everyone here is going to fucking love us. We’ve got this.” You smile at her sweetly, giving her hand a squeeze when the stage manager lets you know it’s show time.

Chrissy counts you down from three, playing the first drum beats. You strum your first chords, belting out the lyrics to your first song of the night. People immediately go crazy, jumping, head banging, even a few familiar faces from previous shows in the crowd singing along to the words. It brought a huge smile to your face. Your confidence increased as the songs went on.

Arwen was known for putting on a show, always. Dancing seductively with your instruments, you’ve been told more than once that the way your lips move against the microphone when you sing was alluring. The nipple pasties just upped the game.

“Thank you guys so much for coming out!! I know most of you are here to see Corroded Coffin, let’s hear it for them for having us tonight!!” The crowd erupts with cheers. “We only have two songs left for you so I hope you enjoy them!”

Robin starts this song, and as she plays her opening solo you let your guitar swing behind your back, walking a few feet across the stage to your girlfriend and pulling her close.

“You’re gonna rock this solo baby girl.” You whisper in her ear so only she hears, pulling back to grab her face and planting a wet kiss on her lips. She lets her tongue lick across your bottom lip and you immediately grant her access. Your sweaty bodies sticking together as everyone cheered. It wasn’t an Arwen show if you and your girlfriend didn’t kiss at least once on stage.

“Thank you guys, we have been Arwen!!!” You yell into the mic as your last song comes to an end. You scan the crowd, catching the eye of the guy from outside. There’s a guy next to him that’s just as cute but very much his opposite whispering in his ear and it makes you bite your lip. You decide to blow him a little kiss on your way off stage, earning a Cheshire Cat smirk from him in return. You ran off stage, jumping and giggling with your band.

“You guys that was fucking awesome!! That was definitely the best show we’ve ever put on!” You gush. “And you absolutely nailed that baseline you’ve been working on, I told you you would.” You nudge her arm with yours, a lustful look in your eye as your eyes roamed her form.

“Yeah, yeah I know, I should listen to you more.” She playfully rolls her eyes at you, wrapping her arms around your waist and placing little kisses on your neck, making you giggle. She lets you know she’s off to get drinks. You give her your order before following the hall to the back door, pushing it open and letting the cool air hit your overheated skin.

The heavy door slams shut behind you and you let out a deep breath, letting your sticky back rest against the brick wall behind you.

“That was a fucking awesome performance.” A voice came from the left of you, deep and husky, and when you looked over you saw the guy. He was even more beautiful up close, big round eyes with eyeliner you wanted to smudge even more and another cigarette perched between his soft looking pink lips. The septum piercing he had fit him perfectly, and leather jacket hanging open just enough for you to be able to see that his nipples were pierced, fuck.

“Yeah?” You smirk at him, turning towards him, your shoulder resting against the brick and your arms crossed, pushing your pasty covered tits together. “You think so? I honestly think it was the best show we’ve ever played. I’m damn proud of my girls.”

“Yeah you were fucking awesome, you all were, but your guitar skills are good as hell and your voice is insane. Also, Arwen? If that’s in reference to what I think it is I might fall in love with you.” Damn, he’s bold. But so are you.

“Thanks, pretty boy.” You shoot him a wink. “If you’re thinking Lord Of The Rings, then yes that’s exactly what it’s in reference to. A nerdy metal head? Just my type.”

You lean down and pull out the pack of cigarettes you had tucked into your boot, not noticing your mystery man stepping closer to you. When you stood back up you jumped at his proximity.

“Geez! You scared the shit out of me, what are you a rogue or something? Give a girl a warning signal next time, damn!” You giggled when you said it, so he knew you were just messing with him but he was stuck on the fact that you definitely just made a D&D reference.

“You play D&D?” He raised an eyebrow at you, reaching for your pack before you can, pulling out one of your cigarettes and holding it up to your lips. You take it in your mouth, making sure your lips brush his fingers. You let him hold his lighter out to you, lighting it for you.

“Yeah, me and the girls, we have a few other people in our group but I’m the DM.” You take a pull from your cigarette, blowing the smoke in his face.

“Damn no way? I’m the DM for my group too. Did somebody cook up my dream girl in a factory or something? If I’m a rouge does that make you an elven metal head princess?” His eyes were wide, his cheeks dusted a light pink at his own confession. He was adorable.

“You’re cute.” You giggle, playfully hitting his combat boot clad foot with your own. “I gotta go find my band but maybe we can meet up later?”

“Yeah, you wanna meet here?”

“Sure thing, catch ya later cutie.” You stomp your cigarette, walking away from him with a smirk and a finger wave for the second time that night.

“I will be counting down the seconds, elven princess!!” He yells after you and you chuckle, yeah, he was really fucking adorable.

You pop into the green room to try and find Sage but she wasn’t there so you set off into the crowd of people squished together in the room to try and find her. You look over at the bar and don’t see her, figuring she must’ve already grabbed the drinks you start to weave through the crowd, keeping your eyes peeled for her. You ended up getting caught up in a conversation with a few nice girls who had been to your previous shows. They gushed over your performance and how cute you and your girlfriend were together.

“Baby, there you are!” Your head whipped around at the sound of her voice, your girl walking towards you still adorning her stage outfit. Between how she looked tonight and your mystery guy you could feel your panties dampening already.

“Oh my god, babe!! I was just talking to the literal hottest guy!!” You grab your drink from her, taking a large sip.

“What! No way? I was also just talking to the hottest guy. What did he look li-“ she started to ask you but she was cut off by the sound of Corroded Coffin being announced, the room filing with cheers.

You clapped along with them. You’ve heard some of the band's music before but you had no idea what they looked like so when he stepped out on stage you nearly lost it. He had a guitar swung over his back and he had ditched his jacket. Fuck.

“That's the guy!!!” You and Sage shouted in unison. But when you looked over at her she was pointing at the singer, the more grunge looking guy who you saw the metal head whispering to during your performance. He wasn’t normally your type but something about him was doing it for you.

They started playing and you didn’t think this guy could get any hotter but when he got really into one of his solos his tongue stuck out of his mouth and he had a fucking tongue ring. It didn’t hurt that he was also an amazing guitar player. You and your girlfriend were gushing back and forth when Robin came up behind you abruptly gasping the lead singer's name. She told you that he was one of her closest friends and your mystery guy, Eddie, was his boyfriend.

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun.” You look at Sage with a devilish grin that she returns, definitely thinking the same thing you were.

[squinch-depraved]

intro post :D !!!

hi! my name is arwen (or wennie) and i'm relatively new to tumblr. this blog is (probably) for my dabbles in fanfic and also to help me script stuff for my various adventures in reality shifting.

my pfp was made by the amazing @coneyislandzz !!

personal blog: @catgirlfromvenus

wennie's masterlist !!!

my main fandoms right now are:

jschlatt/ted nivison/chuckle sandwich

cscoop

call of duty (strictly tf141 <3) (still new to this one)

south park

i have a DR for each fandom and would be willing to post scripts edited to read as x reader fics for anyone who's interested.

i'm taking requests for the following (pls pls pls i want to write but have no ideas) (smut, fluff, angst, whatever):

jschlatt

ted nivison

charlie slimecicle

cooper cscoop

hasanabi/hasan piker

smii7y

yumi

larry croft

ghost/simon riley

soap/john mactavish

gaz/kyle garrick

john price

kyle broflovski (AGED UP)

stan marsh (AGED UP)

kenny mccormick (AGED UP)

i'm really looking to make friends, so if anyone ever wants to talk please don't hesitate to dm or ask!