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pinkygirliee · 8 months ago

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hey so it took a while for me to post another fic recommendations but I’m back!!

ABBY ANDERSON

my wait is you by @dollaches

abby x fem reader

content: pillow princess reader!, closeted abby, face sitting, porn with plot (my favorite), kinda eager abby. It was so good, honestly I haven’t enjoyed a fic this much in months.

not just anyone’s by @aouiaa

content: mean! abby, fingering (reader! receiving), oral (reader receiving), jealous abby, angst, doctor abby (love this trope), kinda dark content. 10/10 I read it every once in a while.

good luck babe! by @studioghibelli

content: reader’s boyfriend cheats on her with abby (abby didn’t know and was in the closet back then but now she’s a lesbian), cheating (but it’s on a man so it doesn’t count lol), strap on.

bad communication with rich! abby by @beforeimdeceased

content: angst, miscommunication (obviously lol), fake dating, femme! reader, it’s a concept but it’s so good I loved it, wish the writer made it a series.

abby so needy to fuck you by @k1ngpin42

content: THIS FIC made me realize that I have a thing for dominant women being needy lmao, needy abby (obviously), pillow princess! reader.

passionate sex with abby by @mystellenia

content: this is smut but honestly it’s so sweet and wholesome lmao I’m obsessed, pillow princess reader!

ELLIE WILLIAMS

baby no attachment by @anchoeritic

content: angst, friends with benefits, fuckgirl! ellie, pillow princess! reader.

welcome to the party by @lovelettersfromluna

content: toxic! ellie, kinda dark content, top! ellie, bottom! reader, it has two parts, ANGST, brother’s best friend! ellie, enemies to lovers (but it’s just ellie hating the reader lol), jealous! ellie, dry humping, fingering and oral (reader receiving).

selfish by @lonelyfooryouonly

content: ellie doesn’t like you but after she makes you a favor you both get closer, dealer! ellie, mean! ellie, you’re friends with ellie’s friends, this is a series and is so good, smut, top! ellie, bottom! reader, angst.

candy crush by @s-4pphics

content: grumpy x sunshine, mean! ellie, angst, reader is a baker.

romance is dead by @diddiqueen

content: PLEASE read this series, it’s so good. angst, mean! ellie, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage (reader is forced to be engaged to ellie’s brother).

like I want you by @loaksky

content: one sided pining, not actually unrequited love, reader is in love with ellie and ellie is oblivious, friends to lovers, angst.

the infinite space between you and I by @loaksky

content: mean! ellie, grumpy x sunshine, not actually unrequited love, angst.

unwanted attention by @les4elliewilliams

content: enemies to lovers, angst, coworkers, ellie doesn’t know she’s in love with reader so she’s mean lol.

already over by @elliesbelle

content: trying to get over ex! ellie but ending up being fucked by her, pillow princess! reader, angst.

ellie shows you who you belong to by @bonewreath

content: jealous! ellie, roommates to lovers, femme! reader, friends with benefits, pillow princess! reader, smut, reader tries to go on a date and ellie gets possessive lol.

campus escapades by @leiswxrld

content: strangers to lovers, top ellie, bottom reader, college au, piercer! ellie (as a dyslexic girlie who’s english is not her first language, you have no idea how hard it was for me to learn how to write the word piercer lol)

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xoxomilesteller · 7 days ago

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just between us

playboy bunny!reader x soldier boy | MDNI

cw: payback era, unprotected p in v (no balloon no goon), cursing, soldier boy, smoking, slight sexual harassment (it’s soldier boy), sir kink, guys im still bad at this

not proofread and def has grammar mistakes!

wc: 2.3k

soldier boy is best friends with the one and only hugh hefner. it’s not uncommon for his self absorbed ass to come into the clubs, demanding for drinks. all the bunnies would be on him, posing and taking pictures with him.

you didn’t mind soldier boy. you just wanted to get your job done. but truth be told, soldier boy is hot. anyone with eyes can see that. and for some reason, you love cocky men. he has every right to be cocky, look at him. he’s one of the world’s first superheroes and is insanely rich.

you were just starting at this brand new job in new york, you were a bit shy. especially around soldier boy. you didn’t want to disrespect or offend him, since he is very generous with his tips— how you get by.

he particularly likes you though. you’re shy, well mannered, and he loves the way you look in that corset and bunny tail.

after being checked by the bunny mother, you went to work. contrary to popular belief, the playboy club is insanely classy. your uniform had to be perfect, you had to look perfect, you have to be perfect. you’re not allowed to date any customers either, if you do, you’re fired. and honestly, it is a very fun job. the club was six stories, tons of famous men come by, soldier boy is here. maybe you developed a tiny little crush on him, but you know the rules, so does he.

soldier boy was obviously in the vip room, where you were staffed to wait. whenever you walk into the room, his eyes traveled hungrily up and down your body, taking his time to savor your body like he hasn’t seen you in this uniform at least 10 times now. hugh gave him special treatment. any other gentleman, after it gets to a certain point of flirting, they get kicked out. soldier boy however, kept on making comments whenever you did the signature lean.

his eyes would carelessly drop down to your tits and he’d lick his lips, imagining what it would be like to titty fuck you and coat them in his cum.

he’d whistle at you, lowly, only the people at his table could hear and of course, you.

he says things like: “lets see you shake that tail doll face”, “the ears will stay on when i fuck you”, “i bet you’re tighter than that bodysuit you have on, aren’t you?”

you didn’t mind. you knew better than to entertain him because of your job. the tips are so good, especially when he comes by. besides, you know you look good. sure soldier boy is a bit too forward, but every single woman in this club looks phenomenal in their uniform, you’re not that special.

soldier boy was joined by black noir, mindstorm, one of those twins you don’t know the name of and the wasp guy, waspo or something like that.

you don’t really care enough for the rest of their names.

when you finish your shift, you place your black fuzzy trench coat over your uniform. you spent way too much money on it, but most of the money came from soldier boy, so you have him to thank for that. you walk out of the club, the cold air nipping at the small areas of exposed skin. you walk over to a spot you recently discovered, it’s just a rooftop but it has one of the most beautiful views of the city.

when you make it all the way up, you see the supe in his green suit. he heard you coming. he heard your heartbeat, your footsteps, but he knew it was you because he had been watching you after work for some days now.

he was just curious is what he told himself when he found himself wanting to know what you did after work, who you did.

”oh sorry-“ you softly say, “thought i had this place to myself,” you turn around to descend the steps.

”come on doll face,” he smirks to himself when he hears your heartbeat quicken at the pet name, “it’s public property, don’t belong to anyone”

you hesitate, but you find your legs walking towards him before you can even think. he untucks the joint he had behind his ear and searches for a lighter, “nice coat you got on there, shame it covers you up,” he looks at you up and down, sizing you up for the millionth time and inhales his joint, “you get off around this time, doll face?”

you nod, “yeah but it depends on the day, thankfully today wasn’t as packed as it usually it”

he nods, “any plans for the night?”

”not that i know of,” you bite the inside of your cheek

”i’m gonna fuck you”

you laugh, not taking him seriously, “what?”

his face remains serious, “you got anywhere you have to be?”

you look around, as if this is a joke, “no not really..“

”then you’re coming back to the vought tower with me”

you scoff, “that’s against the rules, i’m a bunny, you’re a gentleman-”

he laughs in your face, ”i’m everything but a gentleman. i don’t give a fuck ‘bout the damn rules, not when your tits look that good in that tiny uniform. take that coat off, let me get a better look doll face”

”i was talking about you being a gentleman at the club like gentleman’s club..”

”do as you’re told,” his voice is commanding and impatient.

you did as you were told, since he’s so hot. you slipped off your trench coat, goosebumps rising on your arms as the warmth left them. he takes a few steps closer, the smell of weed and leather filling your nostrils. he places the joint in between your lips and drags his big hands over the cups of the corset, keeping them there, “don’t waste my joint”

you inhale and remove it from your lips to let the weed hit your lungs better. right as you exhale, he starts shaking your upper half side to side, shamelessly watching your tits jiggle with a giant half smirk plastered on his face.

as insane as it sounds, that act alone, was the hottest thing that has ever happened to you. the way he doesn’t care. he’s eye-fucking you like you’re an object, the things he’s said about you are borderline sexual harassment, but he looked damn good while doing it.

”like water,” he mutters, “yeah you’re coming home with me doll face,” he wets his lips with his tongue, “these all yours?”

”yes,” you whisper

he slides his hands down to your ass and gives both cheeks a smack, making you wince, “even fuckin’ better, y’know what?” he looks around, “this a hotel right?”

”yeah,” you nod

he nods, “then let’s fucking go,” he gives your ass a squeeze and your tits one final look for now.

soldier boy practically fights with the poor receptionist to get their best room available and had her kick out a couple that were in the room. the second you two are alone in the room, he pushes you against the wall, the kiss being all teeth and built up desire. he needs to fuck you so bad. his cock strains against his suit at the feeling of you being pressed up against him, of your tits.

God he loves your tits.

he unsnaps the corset and you sigh in relief, his hands immediately massage your breasts, “fuck,” he shakes his head, chuckling, “now these are what i’m talking about”

”sold-“

”sir”

you gulp, “sir,” you step out of the teddy, “how may i help you?”

”lay down on that bed, flat on your back doll face, keep your legs spread”

each step you take closer to the bed, your heart rate quickens and your legs glide easily, with no friction at all.

his cock twitches at the way you delicately lay on the bed, completely the opposite of what he’s about to do to you. he starts imagining what other positions he can have you in but right now, he needs his fix. and right now, he is staring at the wet patch that is growing on your tights. he hovers over you, placing wet kisses on your neck.

you lift up your arms but he quickly pins them down, “don’t touch me doll face”

”yes sir”

”keep those hands to yourself and keep all of this..” he tugs on the waistband of your tights, pulling them up and hitting your clit as you mewl, “on. Cuffs, ears, everything”

you whimper, “yes sir”

”good fuckin’ girl. knew you’d be a sweet thing,” he winks.

his hands slide down to your core and he rips the all fabric apart, making you gasp. hugh does not mess around, he needs his bunnies looking sharp at all times and now you have to pay for new pairs, since as bunnies, you were required to wear two sets of tights.

“sir i have to-“ you cut yourself off when he inserts two of his thick fingers into you.

”fuck me,” he cockily smiles, “so fuckin’ wet and tight, yeah move those hips doll face” he pats the side of your hip, encouraging you to keep fucking yourself on his fingers, “desperate bitch,” he shakes his head, finding you so pathetic but amusing at the same time.

your jaw falls open and his fingers curl up, hitting that sensitive spot that makes your vision go white, “sir-“

he withdraws his fingers, shoving them into your mouth before you can react, “suck them, don’t wanna hear you bitching that i didn’t let you cum”

he places pressure on your tongue until you start actually sucking on his fingers, tasting yourself on his fingers. he wraps his lips around a nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue while you arch your back into his mouth, moaning around his fingers. he grinds his bulge onto your thigh, “next time i’m fucking you in that uniform, don’t know how yet, but you’re gonna look like a banged up bunny doll face,” he deeply mutters against your warm skin and switches nipples.

he groans when you swirl your tongue on his fingers, imagining what it would feel like to have his throbbing cock in your warm, obedient mouth. he can’t take it anymore, he needs to be inside of you.

he removes his fingers from your mouth, wiping them dry on your face and unbuckles his leather belt hastily. when his cock springs out, you look down and see soldier boy in all his glory. his cock is huge and has pre-cum beading at the tip. with his thumb he smears it all over the bright pink head, dropping his jaw slightly at the sensation.

”sir,” you say softly, “please”

his eyes pan down, to your dripping wet cunt, watching it desperately clench around nothing.

in one, painful thrust, he sheaths himself fully inside of you. your head rolls back at his tip hitting your cervix.

”sir,” you pant

”take it,” he grits out.

he places his hands under your tits, his grip so hard it will leave bruises. each thrust of his hips, he pulls your body down with ease, making you take him deeper. your hands grip onto the sheets, tugging at them as he pounds into you mercilessly.

your mind can only think of him and his cock. he feels so good deep inside of you. you feel full, stretched. tears prickle your eyes and your throat is so sore from moaning, that you’re just babbling.

he huskily laughs, “not even trying and i got you cock drunk, i feel that good doll face? hm?” he taunts you

he will never admit when a woman makes him feel good unless she’s on her knees. praising is not his thing, he doesn’t even moan, it’s fucking embarrassing. he can’t even make eye contact with you, so he’s been watching your tits jiggle with every forceful thrust he feeds you. he has never had trouble biting back a moan, but inside of you?

if he weren’t a supe, his lip would be torn open. his brows are scrunched up, twitching at every thrust. his fingernails are digging into your flesh.

you’re so damn tight he feel likes he just might explode. so fucking wet that every time he retracts his hips, he might slip out.

he’d lose his shit if he slipped out mid fuck with you.

he brings a hand down, rubbing your clit vigorously.

”s-sir”

”take it,” he repeats, “fuckin take it”

”please”

the pleasure is too much. the coil in your lower belly is about to snap. you’re sweating, you can’t stay still, you can hardly even moan. each thrust knocks the air out of you. your walls are sealed tight around his cock, causing friction.

”cum doll face,” he nods

at his command, you come undone. you scream and tears come rolling down your face, giving you the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. he rides out your orgasm and he pulls out.

he yanks you up by tugging at the hair on the crown of your head and he strokes himself with the same force he was fucking you with. your mouth is open, not to catch his cum, but at the scene in front of you.

the soldier boy is sweating in front of you, jacking off his massive, Godsend cock, with his head tilted back. you watch his cock twitch and shoot out his thick, creamy cum all over your tits. his load is also massive. it came out nonstop.

when he finishes, he is staring up at the ceiling, trying to control his breath.

but you?

you dart your tongue out to clean up the small amount of cum on his tip.

and he— for the first time— moans.

AN: ANOTHER SOLDIER BOY SMUTTTT i hope you enjoyed!

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earthlybeam · 2 months ago

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im exposing myself a bit but whatever I want to know how elves react to this happening to them by their lover! 🤪 UMM. characters Elrond, thranduil, Gil-galad, celeborn….i wish for all characters but don’t want to give you too much work!

So reader Just saying goodbye with hug or something where reader ended up hugging each other but reader and catch their scent within the hug, as them moves to break the hug as can’t stay hugging forever (I wish) reader bring your head back to neck and smelling their scent again more than once sniffing more harder like melting like omg you smell so good! What’s elves reaction to this?

also thank you very much for taking your time to make this, have good day or night 🧡🧡🧡

Omg yess love this idea!! And honestly, I’m enjoying writing this so much haha 🤣 So I will definitely be writing a Glorfindel, Haldir, Lindir, Círdan, and Celebrimbor version next! I can just imagine how each elf would react—Ugh, elves just smell too good, what else is one supposed to do?! Thank you for sharing this idea, and I hope you have a wonderful day or night too! ❤️‍🔥🫶✨

Gil-Galad, Thranduil, Elrond, Celeborn versions below.

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The sun had begun its slow descent over Lindon, casting the land in warm hues of amber and deep gold. The sea breeze carried the soft scent of salt and pine, but as you stepped into the courtyard where Gil-galad stood, it was not the evening air that captured your attention—it was him. He had just finished his duties for the day, the weight of kingship still lingering in the way he carried himself. The regal composure, the quiet authority—yet when he saw you, some of that tension eased. A small, private smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he opened his arms.

You wasted no time, stepping into his embrace, pressing yourself against the steady warmth of his chest. His arms wrapped around you, firm yet unhurried, as if anchoring himself in the moment. The faint scent of metal and parchment clung to him from a day spent in counsel, but beneath it was something unmistakably him—cool night air, aged cedarwood, and the faintest hint of something warm, something that made your stomach flutter.

The scent was intoxicating. As he began to pull away, you found yourself lingering. Your arms remained looped around him, and instead of letting the hug end, you buried your face into the curve of his neck, inhaling deeply. Then, just as he shifted slightly in question, you inhaled again—this time more deliberately. A second, deeper sniff.

And then another. Gil-galad went utterly still. “…My love,” he murmured, his voice edged with both curiosity and amusement, “what exactly are you doing?” But you couldn’t answer yet. Not when the scent of him wrapped around you like the coziest, most luxurious thing you’d ever known. Your breath came out in a pleased hum, and, without thinking, you nuzzled just a bit closer, taking one final, slow inhale.

Gil-galad exhaled through his nose, his grip on you tightening subtly. You could feel the slight rumble of a restrained chuckle vibrating in his chest. “So,” he said at last, voice smooth yet touched with unmistakable mirth, “this is what greets me after a long day of ruling? My beloved, utterly helpless against the way I smell?” You gave an unapologetic sigh, finally leaning back just enough to meet his gaze. “You smell so good,” you admitted without shame, your hands still resting on his shoulders.

His brows lifted slightly, his deep blue eyes gleaming with restrained laughter. “Good enough to forget proper decorum entirely, it seems.” You grinned. “You’re my king, yes, but you’re also my Gil-galad. That means I reserve the right to sniff you whenever I please.”

He tilted his head, a soft hum escaping him. “A bold declaration.” Then, after a brief pause, his expression softened into something even more unreadable—something fonder, quieter. His hand lifted, fingers brushing lightly along the curve of your cheek before he leaned in, pressing the barest kiss to your forehead.

“If my scent brings you such joy,” he murmured, dangerously close now, “perhaps I should make a habit of holding you longer.” Your breath hitched. Gil-galad smirked—just slightly—as if he knew exactly what effect he had on you. And then, to your utter delight, he pulled you back into his arms, this time lingering on his own accord. And you? You took full advantage of the opportunity to inhale to your heart’s content.

A pause. Then, with unmistakable teasing “Shall I bottle it for you?” You swatted lightly at his chest, but it only made him laugh again, his voice warm as the twilight. “Very well,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Take all the time you need, meleth nin.” And so he stood there, patient and unbothered, allowing you to remain wrapped in his scent, in his warmth, in him—for as long as you wished.

🍷𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓲𝓵

The halls of the Woodland Realm were ever bathed in twilight, the golden glow of lanterns casting soft pools of light against smooth stone. The scent of moss, aged oak, and distant rain curled through the corridors, but none of it—none of it—held a candle to him. Thranduil moved through the halls like a shadow of silver and deep green, his robes whispering with each step, the weight of his presence unquestionable. He was a king, a ruler of untold centuries, with matters far more pressing than lingering in corridors—but when he crossed paths with you, that ever-so-slight shift in his gaze, that flicker of acknowledgment, was enough to make your heart stumble.

A greeting was expected. A simple exchange before he continued on his way. But instead, he surprised you—just slightly—by pausing, allowing your fingers to brush his arm before you both leaned in for a fleeting embrace. A rare gesture, fleeting—until you caught his scent. Oh. Oh no. The scent of him was nothing short of divine. A deep, rich blend of aged cedar, cool river lilies, and something elusive—something uniquely, intoxicatingly Thranduil. It struck you like a gust of autumn wind, wrapping around you, curling into your lungs like a siren’s call. He moved—elegantly, effortlessly—to break away.

But your body? Your foolish, lovestruck body had other plans. Before he could fully retreat, your hands tightened ever so slightly against his back. You tilted your head, pressing your face into the curve of his neck, and inhaled. Deeply. A slow, deliberate draw of air, savoring the way he smelled—like the wild heart of the forest itself.

Thranduil stilled. You barely noticed. You were too lost in the scent of him, the way it made you melt. So, naturally, you did what any reasonable person would do—you sniffed again. Harder. And then again. And—oh, Valar help you—again. A low breath escaped him—not quite a sigh, not quite a scoff. His hands, once poised to leave you behind, now hovered at your waist in bemused hesitation. Slowly, ever so slowly, his head inclined just enough to glance down at you, eyes sharp with unreadable scrutiny.

“Meleth…What,” he said, his voice smooth as darkened glass, “exactly… do you think you are doing, meleth?” You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. How could you, when you were currently melting into his scent, your brain too busy dissolving into a puddle of sheer bliss? Instead, you gave one more shameless inhale, your grip slackening as if he might as well carry you off because you were done for.

A pause. Then—a chuckle. Low. Soft. Entirely too amused. Thranduil let his hands settle fully against your waist, fingers ghosting over your sides as if contemplating whether you were utterly ridiculous or simply his problem now. “You are insufferable,” he murmured, but there was a thread of something dangerously close to fondness beneath his words. Then, as if to prove a point—to remind you who, exactly, you were indulging in—he turned the tables.

Before you could react, his lips barely brushed your temple, and in the same motion, he inhaled. Slow. Deliberate. A mirrored indulgence. Your breath hitched. Oh. Oh no. Thranduil hummed, a smirk flickering at the edges of his mouth. His hand lingered at the small of your back, just enough to remind you that you were well and truly at his mercy now.

“If you wished to drown in my presence, meleth nîn,” he mused, far too pleased with himself, “you needed only ask.” The boldness of it sent warmth rushing to your cheeks, and you huffed, tilting your head just enough to glare at him. “You act as if you are not enjoying this just as much,” you shot back, refusing to let him have the last word. A brow lifted—a silent challenge. “Do I?”

You narrowed your eyes, lips pressing together as you contemplated your next move. And then, with all the defiance in your heart, you sniffed him again. Hard. Thranduil let out a slow breath through his nose, a mixture of amusement and exasperation. “You are impossible,” he murmured, but his hands hadn’t moved from your waist. If anything, they lingered, as if betraying his own indulgence in your presence as you giggling.

“And yet,” you teased, pressing a lingering kiss to the cool metal of his collar, “here you are, suffering me still.” A silence stretched between you, thick with something neither of you dared name. Finally, Thranduil exhaled a sigh, tipping his forehead against yours for the briefest of moments before he murmured, “Go, before I decide to keep you here all evening.” You smirked. “Perhaps I wish to be kept.” His fingers curled against your sides—just once, just enough for you to feel the unspoken promise in his touch. “Do not tempt me, meleth nîn.” And with that—he left you there. Warm, flustered, and utterly wrecked.

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

Elrond had just finished his duties for the day, the weight of governance and counsel finally lifting from his shoulders as he stepped into the quiet sanctuary of his chambers. The evening air carried the faint scent of Rivendell’s gardens—floral and crisp, mingling with the ever-present undertone of parchment and candle wax that lingered from his study. He had removed his outer robes, now dressed in a long, flowing tunic of deep blue, the fabric soft and well-worn with age. The flickering glow of candlelight cast golden hues across his sharp features, but as soon as he saw you, the tired lines at the corners of his eyes softened, his lips curving into something warm, something meant only for you.

You stepped forward, drawn by the quiet intimacy of the moment. Without hesitation, he welcomed you into his embrace, arms wrapping securely around you, his warmth enveloping you like a protective cocoon. His touch was steady, his breath even, as though he were anchoring himself to you after a long day of duty and thought.

But the moment your face pressed against the side of his neck, something shifted. His scent—deep, woodsy with hints of parchment and ancient ink, warmed by his own natural essence—was intoxicating. You felt yourself relax completely, melting into him, the scent making your heart flutter in a way you hadn’t expected. It was grounding, familiar, and entirely him.

As he moved to part from the hug, you resisted. Your hands tightened slightly against his back, and instead of pulling away, you leaned in further, burying your face against the curve of his neck once more. You inhaled deeply, this time with intent, savoring the warm, rich scent of him. A soft, appreciative hum left your lips, and before you could stop yourself, you went in again—this time slower, deeper, taking him in like he was the rarest perfume in all of Middle-earth.

Elrond stilled. There was a moment of silence, and then you felt his chest rumble with a quiet chuckle. Amusement flickered in his voice as he spoke, low and smooth against the shell of your ear. “You linger, meleth nín,” he murmured, the barest hint of a smile threading through his tone. His hands traced a slow path up your back, his touch indulgent, as though he found your reaction both endearing and intriguing. “Has my scent bewitched you so?”

You didn’t answer immediately—too lost in the sheer comfort of his presence, too content to do anything but take one last lingering inhale before sighing against his skin. “I cannot help it,” you admitted, tilting your head slightly to look up at him. “You smell so good.” His brows lifted slightly, his expression equal parts amused and pleased. His fingers drifted to your chin, tilting your face up so he could study you. The corner of his mouth twitched, eyes twinkling with something mischievous, something ancient and knowing.

“Then by all means,” he murmured, lowering his head so his lips ghosted over your temple, “breathe me in, meet. I am yours to linger upon.” He allowed you to stay nestled against him, his hand threading through your hair as you relaxed into him completely. There was no rush to move, no urgency—only the quiet understanding that in this moment, he was exactly where he wished to be.

Elrond let out the smallest hum, and though he did not move to stop you, there was something entirely knowing in his expression now, the way he tilted his head just enough to regard you with quiet interest. “though I do hope you do not plan to make a habit of ensnaring me so the moment I return from my duties.” His tone held all the dignity of a lord of the Eldar, but his hand at your lower back was holding you closer, betraying the fact that he did not entirely mind your little fascination with him. In fact… perhaps he found it rather endearing.

“…No promises,” you murmured, utterly unwilling to let go just yet. Elrond only sighed again, this time in soft acceptance, and let you continue your little indulgence—his hands smoothing slow circles against your back as you all but melted into him, your lips curving into a blissful smile against his throat.

🩵𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷

The soft glow of the fading sun filters through the golden leaves, casting shifting patterns on the forest floor. Celeborn holds you in a lingering embrace, his arms firm but gentle around your waist. The scent of the wood—earthy, fresh, with the faint floral whisper of Elven magic—lingers in the air, but beneath it all is him.

At first, it’s just instinct. A light inhale as you rest your head against his shoulder, taking in that uniquely Celeborn scent—clean rain, old parchment, and something deep and green, like the heart of the forest itself. It’s grounding, comforting. But then, as he begins to pull away, you realize oh no, that wasn’t enough.

Before he can step back completely, your hands tighten just slightly against the fine silver embroidery of his robes, and you tilt your head in, pressing your nose against the juncture of his neck and collarbone. A deeper inhale this time—gods, he smells even better up close. Celeborn stills immediately. You can feel the faintest hitch in his breath, a pause, a flicker of understanding at what you’re doing. His head tilts just slightly, his long, silver hair shifting against your cheek as he exhales in what can only be described as the softest, most bewildered chuckle.

“My love…,” he murmurs, his voice a warm, amused hush. His hands rest lightly against your back, as if unsure whether to let you continue or to pull away with bemused dignity. But you don’t stop. No, now you’re melting—your second inhale is even deeper, needier, like you’re trying to commit the scent of him to memory, or absorb it into your very soul.

Celeborn’s hand drifts up to your back, stroking absently as he huffs out another breath. “Are you sniffing me?” You make a small, completely undignified sound against his skin. “Mmm-hmm.” His fingers flex at your waist as he shifts, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “Is that—oh, Valar—is that why you’ve trapped me here? So you may indulge in��” He pauses, his deep voice taking on a teasing weight. “More thorough investigation?”

You nod without shame, nose still buried against his skin. “You smell so good,” you murmur, voice practically dreamy, drunk on the sheer essence of him. Celeborn sighs, the long-suffering sigh of a dignified lord whose reputation as a wise and venerable Elf is currently being dismantled by the sheer ridiculousness of his lover burying their face in his neck like an affectionate cat. Still, he doesn’t pull away. “Must you?” he asks, voice carrying that particular tone—the one that suggests he already knows the answer but asks anyway, out of principle.

You nod against his shoulder. “Mhm.” Another deep inhale. His fingers tighten slightly at your back, and then, very deliberately, he leans back just enough to look at you—his silver eyes calm, patient, but glinting with something wry. “Are you done?” You shake your head. “Not yet.” His lips twitch. “Of course not.” Yet, despite all his sighing and supposed exasperation, he doesn’t pull away. No, he simply tightens his hold just a fraction, as if resigned to his fate. “If you must,” he says, voice low and indulgent, “then make it count, meleth-nîn.”

And with that, he tilts his head, ever so slightly, allowing you just a little more access—because, as much as he pretends to endure this with patience, his hand remains firm at the small of your back, keeping you close. (And if, later, Galadhrim sentries witness their Lord standing amidst the golden trees, being dramatically ensniffed by his lover, well… Celeborn will simply pretend he does not see their knowing glances.) 🤣

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atzhrts · 2 months ago

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https://x.com/anton_riize_94/status/1882395432766374252?s=46&t=_Dp3Po6giRSMiF3Ixjw7sw if i was on ft with this anton im touching myself under the desk sorry not sorry

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anton would entertain your fantasy and pretend he isn’t noticing what you are doing, the way your breath hitches every now and then and you try your best to swallow down your moans as he talks about his day. he honestly thinks its super hot, all he is doing is simply existing, talking and looking at you and he still has that effect on you??

at first he has his suspicions when your breath gets heavier and your phone shakes a bit, indicating you’re only holding it with one hand now but when you let out a soft moan as anton stretches, purposefully making his shirt rile up and expose his vline confirms these suspicions. he decides to not tease you about it this time but rather just observe and tell himself that this gives him the right to do the same to you the next time he misses you and you look extra hot on his screen.

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everettswritings · 3 months ago

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oh youre back!!!! :0 its good to see you posting again! cr tickles can be scarce and your writing never disappoints <3

anyways im here to humbly request some lee!shadow milk ler!y/n.... please i need him to get wrecked

Absolutely! And honestly you’re right, the tags are so dry. Every time I try to check out what’s happening, I scroll through art I’ve seen before and my fics. It’s like when you’re at a restaurant, look into the kitchen, and see only one or two chefs. (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

You were sat down comfortably in the Spire of Deceit’s library, finally able to focus and engross yourself in a book you’ve been meaning to get to. It was peaceful and quiet for a change, you intended to take full advantage of that. However, it was foolish to think you wouldn’t be interrupted. You felt a poke on your cheek from the one and only Shadow Milk Cookie.

“Heyy! Whatcha reading?” He tried to peer over your shoulder, but you gave him a nudge trying to get him to go away. The Beast giggled, finding it hilarious that you were already so riled up! You then felt another poke, “It’s rude giving the silent treatment, ya know!” He huffed and gave your cheek another poke, then another and another. Your patience was starting to wear thinner than the pages of your book. You know that it’s what Shadow Milk Cookie wanted, but honestly you were starting to care way less. Another poke, another poke, another poke, another poke! Did this clown have nothing better to do? Finally, you grabbed his hand after one final poke.

“Stop it.” You said, your annoyance apparent, but they laughed again. “Or what?” They taunted, thinking you wouldn’t threaten them or even make good on whatever you said. You acted before you could think; “This!” You exclaimed and you jumped up, your book falling to the ground, starting to scribble all over their sides. “EEEEEK!! Hahahahahaha! Hahahaha! Hohohahahaha! HahaHAAA!” The jester cackled, clearly not expecting this kind of retaliation. You both fell on the ground, Shadow Milk Cookie pinned on their back underneath you. Your hands moved up to their ribs and they shrieked, trying to squirm and wriggle away, “NOOO! HEHEHEHEHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA!” Their laughter got louder as you ceaselessly tickled them.

When he raised an arm to shoo you away, you grabbed it and moved onto his now exposed armpit. He snorted, “HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHA! HAHAHAHEHEHEHA! STOP IT!” He tried to demand, but the way he said it while laughing so much made it hard to take seriously. Honestly, those familiar words just made your drive to get him even stronger. You dug your fingers in deep and scribbled even harder, driving Shadow Milk Cookie even crazier than he already was, “NOHOHOHO! STAHHP! HAHAHAHAHA!” He tried to plead but it fell on deaf ears.

You started moving around their various spots more rapidly, jumping around randomly all over their torso and even bouncing back to pinch at their knees. They already gave up on trying to plead, it was clear you weren’t going anywhere or setting them free anytime soon. Instead they resigned to just laughing and laughing as the torment continued. Once you were done, you removed your hands and got up. You picked up your book and started reading again as soon as you sat down. Shadow Milk Cookie huffed, but joined you, “Fine, I won’t bother you.” Then they added with a grin “But he does in the end!”. Okay, that does it! In an instant you two were back in the same position and the jester’s laughter was echoing off of the walls of the entire spire.

End of fic! Thanks for the request and the compliment in that request. Can’t believe I managed two fics in the same day, but I’m pretty proud of myself for that. Have a good one 🫶

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