#tauriel x reader smut

[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; Scent, Taste, Touch (Mirkwood Elves x Reader)

Summary - Three of the five senses with the Mirkwood elves.

Warnings - Smut, language, male genitalia, female genitalia, mention of bodily fluids, male masturbation, female masturbation, creampie, smelling intimates while masturbating, legolas whimpering, eating while masturbating, oral sex (reader receiving), semi-public oral sex, thinking of reader while masturbating, reader does not have any specified genitalia (I tried my best).

Pronouns & POV - None, third-person

Pairings - Legolas x Reader, Thranduil x Reader, Tauriel x Reader

Word Count - 1,900+

A/N - I am in the middle of writing a smut and needed a little break, so I thought I'd try my hand at something new. I also made my own gifs which are a little off, but I like them. Pure smut under the cut!

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- legolas

Scent. Things of the earth that brought comfort to the elven prince were far and few; it was farther and fewer when it came to instantaneous soothing. It neared the realms of impossibility to cease the never-ending chatter, the sleepless nights, and the constant sensation of fight or flight that roamed through his veins.

Yet, there was one thing that always eased him. The one thing that lulled him into a sense of security he hadn't felt for decades. 

Your scent.

The moment he breathed in your scent, the perfect mixture of forest musk and spring waters, all chatter within his mind ceased. The lids of his piercing blue eyes would flutter shut, the weight of his toned figure easing into your gentle arms as he breathed you in. 

His face buried in the crook of your neck as he inhaled the scent straight from the source, the soothing tightness of his strong arms holding you close to him as he kept breathing you in. 

The exact position would keep you in place as his aching cock stretched you out. The halls filled with the squelching click of his manhood carving itself deep into your sensitive walls as he kept his face buried in your shoulder, the soft tickle of his breath upon your exposed skin sending shivers down your spine as you heard him inhale shakily.

"So good." The words would be breathless as if he was a sailor who had fallen overboard desperately attempting to gain air, yet all he wished to fill his lungs with was the scent of you.

He wouldn't raise his head from your shoulders; his grip upon you would tighten as he hid his face further into your flesh as a slew of soft whimpers vibrated against your skin. The weight of his body firmly pressed into you, deepening the heavenly stretch of your inner walls as the speed within his hips would quicken.

His thrusts deepened, ensuring each inch of his cock had its moment within your sensitive area as he moaned in your scent, breathing it all in as he painted your walls with his hot seed.

And when there are nights where you were unable to warm his bed. He would find your scent in other manners.

The sight, one of his face masked within the fabric of your intimate wear. His nose pressed deep into the fabrics, seeking the spot that contained the most amount of your sensitive aromas.

The faint squelching click of the elven prince toying with his throbbing cock was stifled by his shaky, deep inhales as he breathed in the scent that clung to the fabric upon his face.

"Fuck." The word was a muffled moan as his slender hand tightened around his cock, the weight of his head falling back, allowing the intimates to weigh upon his face, drowning his sensitive nose in the pure scent of you. 

He'd continue to breathe in the tang of your scent, his motions growing sloppier and sloppier as he envisioned himself in that all too familiar position: deep inside you, holding you tight, breathing you in.

A slew of whimpers would fall from his lips, muffled by the fabric, as his aching cock would shoot rope after rope of white, hot seed. Trickling down his strong hand, dripping onto his wrist as he sat there: breathing in your scent.

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- tauriel

Taste. The captain of Mirkwood's guards had a very refined pallet. There was little that truly satisfied her taste buds, as many of their foods she deemed as bland and the wines lackluster.

But, there was one thing she craved. One thing she yearned to taste over and over again.

You.

The moment your lips entwined with hers, allowing her to taste that divine sweet taste upon her own, quenched her cravings. The lids of her emerald eyes would flutter shut; the warmth of your soft lips melding into hers would ease all tension from her.

Her tongue would graze your bottom lip as the kiss deepened, seeking out more of your taste as her strong hands rested upon your shoulders. A content hum would vibrate into your mouth as your lips part, allowing her to indulge in her cravings.

Cravings that she held for more than your lips. The training grounds flooded with the harmony of your breathless moans; the sensation of your hands tugging at her hair filled her senses as she continued to pleasure your sensitive area.

A pleased hum would vibrate against your nether regions, sending a shiver down your spine as her tongue continued to navigate your sensitivity. The bitter tang of you filled her mouth, making her moan in pleasure against your flesh as she buried her face further into you.

A faint sting of her nails digging into the flesh of your hips would fill your senses, earning a faint hiss to fall from your soft lips as she continued to lap away at your sensitivity. The sound of her pleased hums growing as loud as your moans, the training grounds filled with the pleasure-filled melody as the elven guard indulged in her cravings.

Her tongue would move faster, lips pausing to suck against the sensitive flesh, causing a wave of pleasure to surge through your body. The knot within your stomach would snap, sending that familiar static of pleasure to rush within your veins.

A grin would spread upon her lips as your sweet nectar filled them, her tongue seeking out every last ounce of the heavenly liquid as she continued to lick and suck until there was none left for you to give.

And for nights without you, she would find other ways to fill her cravings.

There was a dish she claimed tasted like you, a dish she would spend hours perfecting to be to her taste. The sight of her, legs sprawled wide on the bed, a silver platter of food beside her, a hand between her thighs, and the other grabbing from the platter.

The halls would tingle with the soft harmony of a gentle squelch from betwixt her thighs, her slender fingers gliding in and out of her soaked core as she bit into the food. A moan would be muffled by the food within her mouth, chewing it as slowly as the slender fingers that pumped inside of her.

The gentle stretch of her fingers delving deep into her core was nothing compared to the heavenly stretch of your fingers, nor was the dish as divine as your taste, yet that did not detour the elven guard from getting her fill.

Her fingers would move faster, food falling upon her chest as her inner thighs would clench around her hand. The gasps of her pleasures momentarily stalled as she swallowed down the delectable dish, envisioning it was you upon her lips.

Her inner walls would flutter and spasm around her fingers, drenching her fingers and hand with her sweet nectar as she lay on the bed. Legs still spread wide, the platter beside her, and a yearning for your taste.

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- thranduil

Touch. The elven king wasn't necessarily fond of familiar greetings. He didn't see the point in them: handshakes, headbutting, and worse of all, hugs. The elven king saw no purpose in such juvenile greetings. 

In his mind, there was no purpose for his skin to touch another, for his warmth to mix with theirs. They were a waste of time, nothing more.

However, there was one whose touch was like a soothing balm to his aching heart. A touch that allowed his view of familiar greetings to crumble.

Your touch.

The moment he felt your soft hand within his, the soothing sensation of your fingers resting within the gaps of his fingers, the elven king would soften. The sharpness of his steel-blue eyes would ease as his gaze fell upon the sight of your palm pressed against his.

His thumb would glide upon the smooth skin of the back of your hand, tracing the path of your knuckle to the crook of your thumb. The weight of the day would ease away as he held your hand tightly, his free hand encasing the other side of yours as if it were the most precious gem within his collection.

A grasp all too familiar to you. One you would often feel upon your wrists as the king held you on to the smooth silks on his bed, his throbbing cock carving itself deep within your sensitive walls as the bed creaked with each sharp thrust his hips made.

His free hand would glide down upon your side, tracing the path to your upper thigh as he brought your hands to his lips, pressing his thin lips against the smooth flesh that separates your wrist and your thumb as he continues to drive his hips into yours.

He'd free one of your wrists, allowing it to fall onto the smoothness of the bed as he placed the one within his grasp up to his toned chest, allowing you to feel the contrast of smooth skin within the sea of scars his chest held from previous battles.

"Touch me." The words would be a breathless plea as if he was a poor sinner who had spent endless hours begging for forgiveness, yet all he was begging for was the warmth of your touch.

His eyes would loop back into his skull, the weight of his head falling backward as he'd feel your hand glide down from his chest towards his lower abdomen. You could feel the muscles of his abdomen tighten from your touch, how his hips would stall for a moment before driving into you even harder.

"More." He'd command, his hips bucking into yours relentlessly as he lost himself in the sea of your touch. You would be able to feel every inch of his cock twitching with pleasure whenever you'd move your hand; the smooth glide of your skin against his was utter perfection.

The twitching of his cock would come to a halt as he painted your inner walls white with his seed. The small circles you traced upon his lower abdomen would send him over the edge of pleasure. Sharp hisses of pleasure would escape his lips as you'd feel his body quivering beneath your touch, trembling just as a leaf would in the wind.

And for nights without your touch, he would improvise.

The sight of the elven king sat upon his bed, legs spread as his hand glid up and down his throbbing cock. The faint twinkle of the candlelight reflecting against the delicate bracelet upon his wrist caught within the corner of his eye, a bracelet which was an exact copy of the one he had given you.

The delicate metal charm upon it would often tap against his massive cock as he continued his stroking motions as a chill would roam down his spine as the lids of his steel-blue eyes would flutter close.

His lips parted, mouth falling open, allowing for each groan of pleasure to escape his lips with no resistance as the air filled with the squelch of his hand upon his cock, and the faint jingle of the bracelet bouncing upon his wrist.

His cock would glisten, covered in a cream specially crafted to keep your skin as soft and smooth as he enjoyed it. The whiteness of the cream mixed with the whiteness of his seed as his brows knitted together.

He would continue to revel in the sensations, envisioning your hands upon his cock, your touch, as the tightness within his abdomen would continue to strain until it finally snapped.

A hiss of pleasure would escape his lips, his head tilting backward as the heat of his seed drenched his hand, trickling down upon the bracelet. Envisioning it was yours instead.

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Legolas, Tauriel, Thranduil

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[demigoddessqueens]

Tauriel A-Z NSFW

Tags - 18+, smut, NSFW

A/N - this was from an ask I got a whole back, that’s going to be attached to another CV one

A - Aftercare

A must!! It allows for longer cuddles and kisses

B - body part

She admires your eyes that just drink her in

C - cum

I’d get the feeling that she’d be ok with it, mostly inside

D - dirty secret

Sometimes she has a fantasy of you both in the Mirkwood throne room

E - experience

Maybe one or two past relationships (not including Kili)

F - favorite position

Any type of way where she can see your expressions

G - goofy

Maybe not overtly, but having a bit of a laugh here and there makes you both feel comfortable

H - hair

I’d say Tauriel keeps to a strict routine

I - intimacy

Is an absolute must! It makes her feel cherished

J - Jack off/masturbate

She simply may or may not have time for it, but it’s more of a relief

K - kink

Maybe some light hair pulling or light bondage

L - location

If it’s not a secret hideaway, most likely in her chambers/room

M - motivation

The idea of having a fulfilling life with you, as much as fate allows it

N - no

Will never do anything that harms or puts you at risk

O - oral

Mostly likes to give than receive

P - pace

Likes to go slow and sensual, but sometimes picks up the pace for the thrill

Q - quickie

Not a huge fan but if it’s a must, then absolutely

R - risk

There was a separate time you both snuck out on “patrol” to the woods together

S - stamina

It sometimes feels almost endless, but most likely 4 rounds top

T - toys

Idk if toys would be a thing here but I’d imagine cuffs most likely in a modern AU

U - unfair

She’s very much into denial/edging

V - volume

Fairly tries to keep quiet with a few muffled groans

W - wild card

There was one time you both met up in the weapons room, or a hidden hallway

Y - yearning

Protecting and keeping you safe is what gets Tauriel going, and if you’re away for a while, she REALLY misses you

Z - zzz 💤

Wont fall asleep automatically, but take the time to admire you for a while

[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

[shiinata-library]

Plants and cakes [10k words] x fem!reader | Fluff, idiots in love

The ponies race [4k words] x fem!reader | Fluff

We can't [20k words] x fem!OC | Smut, Fluff, idiots in love

Near to the throne hall [3k words] x fem!reader | Smut, fluff 

Into the woods [ongoing] x fem!OC | Enemies to lovers, slow burn, Robin hood inspiration

Office’s treasure [30k words] x fem!OC | Modern AU, Office AU, fluff, smut chp4

Tauriel’s fan [3k words] x fem!reader | Fluff, idiots in love

I’m not her [8k words] x fem!reader | Angst, fluff

A cute, stubborn scribe [9k words] x fem!OC | Smut, fluff

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[shirefantasies]

What kind of requests do you do?

Hi! So I do just about any character from LoTR or The Hobbit! Uhhhh besides like Tauriel or I dunno Denethor??? 😂 pretty much any of the major adult characters x reader/headcanons! Oneshots or bullets. I stick to female or gender neutral reader because it aligns more with my experiences and what I can portray well. My requests are fairly open, my main rules are that I don’t do explicit smut, just suggestive at most, or really triggering angst/gore, more minor in those areas. I don’t mind doing human, elf, dwarf, hobbit reader as well! Mostly I do fluff & romance but try me if you’d like to see something 😌 For a little more, here’s a link back to my about me/rules 😄

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Forbidden | (Aemond Targaryen)

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by leakycauldron

pairing: Elf!Aemond Targaryen x Elf!Reader type: 4-part series, House of the Dragon x Lord of the Rings AU/crossover

“ You’re the king's daughter, and by the wishes of your dear mother, you are to be betrothed soon. Noblemen and princes across the kingdom come to embark on tourneys and feast for the king's treasured daughter’s hand. But one morning as you escape your coming doom, you meet the Aemond Targaryen. ”

Words: 5643, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Aemond Targaryen Elf Series

Fandoms: House of the Dragon (TV), The Lord of the Rings (Movies), Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen, Daeron Targaryen (Son of Viserys I), Jacaerys Velaryon, Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Relationships: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Original Female Character(s), aemond x reader - Relationship, Aemond Targaryen x Reader - Relationship

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Game of Thrones Fusion, Inspired by Game of Thrones, Inspired by The Lord of the Rings, Pre-Lord of The Rings, Inspired by House of the Dragon (TV), game of thrones lord of the rings crossover, Crossover, aemond smut, Smut, Aemond Targaryen smut

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Fireflies in the garden

ʚ  Pairing: Legolas x Fem. Reader

ʚ Word count: 2430 words

ʚ Summary : Legolas plays a game of hide and seek with you in the gardens of his father’s keep. While there the two of you make plans for your future with him. 

ʚ Themes: Slow burn | Soft | Smut | Forbidden love

ʚ Warnings: Minors DNI | Explicit content of a sexual nature | Kissing | Penetrative sex

ʚTranslations:

Naneth: Mother

Adar: Father

Peredhil: Half-Elven

Uireb Ethuil.

Eternal Spring. That was the name given to the lush gardens of the Elvenking’s halls. Vibrant, verdant, with just about every tree, bush, and creeper in known existence. It even claimed to be home to the only Mallorn tree outside of Lothlorien. The tree had been a wedding gift from Lady Galadriel when Thranduil wed Eluthiel, her husband’s niece. The wedding feast had been splendid and talked about for decades. Everyone toasted the new queen and wished both her and her husband great happiness.

Many centuries have passed since then. The gardens, once filled with glittering feasts and music and an elfling driving his parents to fits of laughter over his antics, now had a gloom cast all over it. Thranduil couldn’t bear to even look at it and he would have let it gone to ruin, had his son not stepped in and seen to its upkeep.

After many years Legolas still cared about it, but not because of his beloved naneth or the memories of the ellon his adar once was. The last eleven months saw him find a very special reason to visit the gardens. It was a reason his adar had never learned about; would never learn about, so long as he continued on the way he had after his queen’s passing.

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"Where are you, Meleth?"

Legolas took a deep breath as he stood by the entrance to the gardens. The air was sweet with the Jasmine that had just started to open. He looked around, trying to figure out where you had run off to. Had you gone to the maze again? 

A soft breeze settled over the gardens, carrying with it the scent of summer blooms and something else. Fireflies. Thousands of them. Legolas stopped briefly to admire their beauty before continuing with his search.

He didn't have to go far, because the breeze also brought with it the sound of footsteps. It had to be yours, as Thranduil had taken his warriors off on a mission to Mirkwood's northern borders, leaving only a handful of guards behind. Legolas looked forward to his father's absences as it meant the two of you would have some much-needed privacy. He picked up his pace, not wanting to miss you this time. 

And he didn't miss you, for there you were, standing by the fountain and watching a thousand little lights settle over the leaves. Legolas just stood there for a little while, admiring the scene, how beautiful you looked against the gathering dusk, before quietly inching his way forward. You were so engrossed in the display in front of you that you didn't notice the prince sneaking up behind you. "I've got you, meleth."

"Meleth!" You squeal when he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to him. "You cheated!" 

"You weren't exactly hiding meleth," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "So how could I cheat?" 

You had no answer, save for the way he made your breath hitch when he traced a finger down your waist. "And I believe someone promised me a reward?"

"Legolas." Your mind was already fogged up by what he was doing to you. "Someone could walk in on us."

He nuzzled his face in your hair, his body growing weak by how good it smelled. "No one is walking in on us. Tauriel is keeping the others well away from this place."

How Legolas left nothing to chance. "On the condition that we take her with us if your father says no and we have to leave?"

His nod drove home the gravity of the situation. Everything hinged on Thranduil's saying yes, but you had seen enough to conclude that a positive blessing would never be forthcoming. Thranduil would expect his son to marry someone much higher in rank. There were even rumors that Thranduil actually left to look for a suitable bride for his son. "But your father..." You tremble, fearing Thranduil's rage. Legolas was a prince and his father's heir. He would not take kindly to his son courting a low-born peredhil like you. "Legolas, your father will never approve, and..."

"Adar be damned," Legolas spat and cut you off. "If Adar refuses to accept you, then we'll go somewhere else." 

"I'm not sure if I could let you do that," you said, shocked by his answer. "Meleth, this is your home."

Legolas looked over your shoulder, back to where his father's palace was. "This place stopped being my home the day naneth died and adar thought a bunch of stones should be more important than anything else in his life." He said, his voice dripping with resentment. "My home now is wherever you are."

Going against Thranduil meant leaving Mirkwood for good. What Legolas suggested was madness. Utter madness. "But where would we go?"

Legolas grinned cheekily as he tucked a lock of stray hair behind your ear. "Many places." He said, remembering the invitations he had received from his friends. "We can go to Rohan... Éomer said that there would always be a place for us in his home and at his table. Then there's Gondor... Aragorn said he and Arwen both want to meet you. If Rohan and Gondor do not appeal to you, we can always go to the Hornburg. Gimli wrote to me, asking that I bring you with me and stay with his kin. He says you'll love seeing the glittering caves."

Legolas and his plans, his readiness for anything. You adored him for it, but right now you adored him for not wanting to hide you like a dirty little secret. "You-- you told them about me?" 

"Of course, meleth," Legolas said, cupping your cheek with a calloused hand you were all too familiar with. "I love you. Why would I want to hide you from my friends?"

"I love you too." Warmth washes over you in an instant. "You have no idea how happy it made me hear you say what you just said."

"Then it's settled." Legolas leaned in, kissing your temple this time. "I'll talk to Adar the morning after his return, but keep a pack ready. If he says no, we'll have to leave as soon as his back is turned. " 

It was so sudden, but you accept that there was no other way. Thranduil would find some excuse to keep his son away while he... never mind. The outcome was too dark for you to even consider, and Legolas always feared Thranduil trying to hurt you before he had a chance to get you out of Mirkwood.

"Now," Legolas kissed your eyelids next, then the tip of your nose. "About my reward."

"Legolas," Your eyes skim over the maze, looking for anyone that may have wandered inside. "What if someone actually walks in on us?"

"Tauriel is keeping the others busy," he reminded you with a grin so devious it made him look like all smug and cocky, and nothing like the well-bred prince everyone knew. "Well." Your lips spread into a smile. "In that case..."

 As soon as his lips brushed yours, you ran off in another direction, challenging him to catch up. Legolas, laughing merrily, took off after you again. 

Fireflies have surrounded the gardens now. The bushes, vines, and trees were dotted with tiny yellow and orange lights. Playfully running your hands through the leaves, you watch in delight as dots of light take off into the air before settling down on the leaves again. Legolas caught up with you in no time, pulling you under the Mallorn tree with him.

This time he wasn’t letting go. There would be no hurried embraces like those in the middle of the night when you helped him sneak into your bedroom. His mouth devoured yours, leaving you breathless, and him oblivious to you working frantically on his clothes. “Slowly meleth,” he groaned when he felt his vest coming undone. “Slowly.” 

 Legolas grabbed your wrists to stop you. “Slowly,” He pulled away just enough, his mouth barely hovering over yours. “Let’s make tonight count, hmmm?”

His eyes had grown dark and dangerous. “How--” the warm breath fanning over your skin made you need, and how he made you need. Legolas could make you go weak in the knees just by the way he held you, and he knew it. “How slow are we talking about?”

“Very slow.” He whispered before dragging you in for a kiss. “So slow,” he savored the lusciousness of your lips, the sweetness of your mouth. “That by the time I’m done with you, you wouldn't have an ounce of strength left in that beautiful body of yours.”

“You’re wicked,” you gasp when you’re pinned up against the bark of the tree. “Monstrously wicked.”

“And I’m yours,” The purr had you melting into soft clay. “Never forget it.”

“Meleth.” Your breath had grown raw and unsteady, and your knees felt like they were jelly. If he didn’t lay you down soon, those knees might buckle under you. “How I love hearing you say that.” Legolas worked at the ties of your dress, enjoying the feeling of lacing coming undone to experienced fingers. When your dress finally pooled around you, leaving you exposed, it very nearly shattered what restraint he had. “Lay with me meleth,” he said as he spread his cloak on the grass, using it for a blanket. "Come lay with me."

You were in his arms in a heartbeat. In his arms and under his body, where you belonged. Legolas felt his muscles tremble when hands moved over his skin relentlessly. His undershirt had to go, and he almost ripped it in his eagerness to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his. His mouth crashing into yours knocked the wind out of your lungs and made those hands of yours dig into his flesh. “Meleth,” he groaned. “I love you, meleth.”

“I love you,” you whimper as hunger surged inside you. That hunger grew when his hands went lower, gliding, caressing, not stopping until Legolas could no longer bear to just touch. He had to taste. 

The first time you felt his lips on your breasts you bite your tongue, to stop the moans from spilling out. Seeing you trying so hard not to make a sound made him chuckle. “Cry out for me.”

You force your eyes open to dark, steely blue ones looking right back at you. “But the others...if they hear...”

“Fuck the others,” He hissed. “If anyone says anything against you they’ll have me to contend with.”

“But if this goes back to the king there’ll be the devil to pay,” you dread news of this spreading to others. “You know that.”

Legolas no longer cared what the others thought. He no longer cared about what his father thought. All that mattered to him was you. “Anyone who hurts you will have to answer to me. Meleth,” he moved his way back up to you. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. I mean it.”

Your fear melted away in his embrace and you reach up to kiss him. It was soft and sweet and left the both of you wanting more. You watch him dip lower, your eyes closing in bliss when that sinful mouth of his bit not too gently on a nipple and made you cry out. You no longer care and you let Legolas do whatever he wished to you. You were his, after all, just as much as he was yours. Nothing in the world had the power to change that. 

Your touch was enough to set him aflame. Legolas could already feel his cock straining against his breeches and groaned. He wanted to make the night last, but his own body was betraying him, screaming at him to get on with it. When his breeches were disposed of he looked up, only to find you smirking triumphantly. “Couldn’t hold on, could you?”

“You little tease,” he growled.

“But I’m your tease.” You mewl when he pushed you back and got on top of you, his thighs forcing yours apart. “Yes.” His chuckle was strangled, hoarse. “You’re my tease. And don’t you forget it.” 

All thoughts of tenderness went flying out the window with just a sharp intake of breath. His kisses were far from gentle and your touch was far from delicate. Your body, already hot and sweaty, felt like it had been splintered when he pushed his cock inside you, wrenching out a cry that sounded fevered and primal. You feel him. All of him. Every time he pushed out you felt empty, your body screaming for him till he filled you again. The heat in your belly grew stronger and you knew you weren't going to last much longer. "Harder, Legolas," you cry into his ear. "I want you to go harder, and faster."

That was like music to his ears. You practically sob in relief when he pulled out and slammed into you, your fingers raking down his back every time his cock went in deeper, filling you and stretching you. Your body grew tense, and your breath grew shallow. "Legolas...I--I" you cry. "I'm sure if I can--"

"Cum for me," he breathed as he plunged into you, his arms now tightening around you like a vice. You couldn't hold back any longer and your walls tightened as your orgasm washed over you, something which sent Legolas over the edge. He felt like his soul poured into you when he climaxed, his hips buckling when he cried out your name and collapsed against you. The world seemed to go dark just then.

Your breathing came out like satisfied sighs. "Meleth?" Through the haze, you hear his breathing, his hand brushing over your hair. "Meleth."

Your eyes fluttered open to his. Eyes that were once dark had now filled with light. "Meleth." You feel lazy even though the both of you were naked and under the Mallorn tree. Legolas fumbled around for your cloak, draping it over himself to cover you both. "We just made love out in the open."

His chest rumbled. "Well I don't care," he said, nuzzling your cheek. "Do you?"

Your cheeks had turned pink, you were sure of it. "I do... A little."

Legolas laughed and moved so you'd be next to him. "Sleep meleth." He melted when you moved your head under his chin and yawned. "I'll wake you when it's time to head back."

No one disturbed the two of you. Only the fireflies stayed for company. 

[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; Bring a Friend (Kili x Fem!Reader x Tauriel)

Summary - Threesome with Tauriel and Kili.

Warnings - Smut, language, swearing, afab reader, female reader, threesome, mention of female genitalia (reader and Tauriel), mention of male genitalia (Kili), oral (reader receiving), face riding (reader rides Tauriel's face), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, mention of squirting (Tauriel), nails digging into skin (reader and Tauriel), creampie (reader receiving), mention of male bodily fluids (Kili), mention of female bodily fluids (Tauriel), slight dom!Tauriel, reader is called pretty, Kili ruining a moment.

Pronouns & POV - She/Her, third-person-ish

Word Count - 2,700+

A/N - I am working on a completely different smut (the one mentioned prior in another post) when I was listening to "Lost in the Fire" by Gesaffelstein and The Weeknd which sparked this idea. (Specifically the line "baby you can bring a friend, she can ride on top your face while I fuck you straight".) I rewrote this several times, and this is the only version I managed to complete (and I finished it a few minutes before one in the morning, so please excuse any typos or grammatical errors). I kept the reader as vague as possible, the only defining features are hair being soft and long enough to able to be tangled in. I could not figure out what to put as a photo for this post, so...cherries? Pure smut under the cut.

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«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

The squelching snap of flesh slapping against each other danced throughout the air. A tune that was guided by the steady beat of a wooden headboard thumping against the marble wall, filling the once-silent room with the rhythm of lust.

A melody composed of breathless moans and incoherent whimpers, swaying throughout the air alongside the pace of the creaking bed beneath you. Yet, your melody of pleasure never graced the air.

No, it had been muffled, almost silenced, by the elven flesh that sat upon your face.

The eager elven guard bucked her hips with wild abandon. Her hips rose and fell rapidly as she chased after the patterns of your tongue. Her hands tangled within your soft hair, the soft sting of her fingers pinched at your scalp as she tugged against the strands.

An action which caused more muffled moans to vibrate against her sensitive, dripping cunt. A sensation that was outright heavenly to the guard's wound-up, soaking cunt.

The weight of her skull fell back slightly at the sensations, a blur of fiery hair draping back at her swift motions as she danced upon your tongue. The harmony of her moans grew louder in volume, yet higher in pitch as your tongue lapped at her.

The tang of her wetness filled your mouth as the motions of your tongue grew more eager, seeking out more of her delicious nectar as she bucked against your face wildly. Almost as wildly as her lover bucked into you.

The sensation was a deep stretch as the dwarven prince's throbbing cock pushed in and out of you, carving away at the inner walls of your core. His rough, calloused hands found their way around your soft hips; the tips of his nails digging into your flesh, piercing you the same way his elven lover pierced at your scalp.

A sensation that earned yet another vibration against the elven guard's sensitive, sopping cunt.

The dwarven prince groaned in satisfaction as he felt your inner walls stretching around him, clinging and clenching around his aching cock with each stroke of his hips. The lids of his eyes glued together for a moment as he sunk into the sensation of you around him, his hips stalling for a moment as he tuned into the beautiful melody of pleasure that left the elf's lips.

A memory he yearned to have burnt in his mind for the rest of eternity.

"Fuck..." The breathy whine of a word slipped through his thin lips, allowing a damn of pleased mewls to follow as the speed of his hips returned. His thick cock slowly carved its way deeper into your heavenly cunt, the swollen tip inching closer to the most sensitive parts of your core with each movement he made as he slowly memorized every ounce of your cunt.

The way it stretched around him, the squelch of your wetness each time he pulled back before thrusting in, and most tempting of all -- the warmth of it. Yet, his elven lover cared little for memorization.

The motions of her hips were rapid, nearly leaving your tongue chasing after her dripping cunt as you yearned for a longer taste of her. A far more urgent pace than the dwarf who carved into you. The wet muscle within your mouth began to tire from all the trailing behind her wetness, nearly aching from all the quick laps it was making, yet you did not let up on your eager endeavors.

As you felt the rough grasp upon your hips tighten, you did the same to the elf upon your face. The subtle pinch of your nails digging into the toned flesh of the elf's ass earned a surprised gasp to slip out of her soft lips.

The speed of her hips stalling, now stuttering in place at the sensation of your tongue entering her core. "Shit!" The high-pitched moan rang throughout the room as your tongue swirled around inside of her. Dancing within her inner walls, feeling the welcoming warm tang of her coating your tongue as you feasted upon her sweet nectar.

The weight of her skull began to fall further back at the sensation, her emerald gaze shifting away from her dwarven lover and looping towards the back of her skull as the swirling of your tongue began to tie an all too familiar knot within her core.

A knot you knew too well, as it began to tie itself into you.

A deep groan escaped the dwarven prince's lips as your inner walls clenched around him. The sudden tightness of your core milked his cock with each stroke of his hips. "Gods..." The sensation was hypnotic, eating away at his waning control as the weight of his need lay firm within his hips.

A need that screamed at him, desperate for him to let go and take control. Yet he stayed dormant, too hypnotized by the sensation of your cunt and the song of his elven lover's pleasure to do anything but tighten his grasp upon your hips. The skin on his knuckles straining, turning white from how tightly he grasped at you; how hard he was resisting the urge to lose all control.

The motion of his hips began to slow because of this, as all his focus was on resisting the temptation of ruining you. A desperate whine vibrated against the elf's cunt as you felt his motions gradually slow, nearly coming to a complete halt at moments.

The pressure of his cock pushing in lingered for a few moments, slowly fading as the pull of his cock sliding out, inch by inch, rang throughout your core. Your core tightened around him mindlessly, an attempt by your body to keep him in place, yet it only made the glide of him exiting you all the more pleasurable to him as he backed himself out of you. Only his throbbing tip remained in you, hovering there inside of your desperate, twitching entrance for a moment before he slowly pushed back into you.

Yet, you were not the only one displeased by the dwarf's slowed motions.

As he continued his slow, nearly torturous motions, the motions of your tongue began to slow by extension. The pleasure of the elven beauty on your face began to fade, only the weight and occasional taste of her reminded you of her presence as your tongue lingered inside of her; an occasional swirl to further coat your tongue in her nectar, earning a soft, yet desperate mewl from her soft lips.

"Fuck her harder." The elven guard panted, a command which made the dwarf's smoky eyes open; still glazed over with lust. "When you slow, she slows. Fuck her harder for me." The command was clear and dripped with lust, the heat of her emerald gaze was the final weight that broke the ounce of restraint within the dwarven prince.

It was as if a flip switched within him. A sudden, renewed sense of energy flooded his veins, a fire lighting within his loins as the pace his hips once held grew rapid.

A surprised squeak vibrated against the guard's cunt at the sudden harshness of the dwarf's hips ramming into you, but it was not an unwelcome surprise. Your inner walls opened slightly around him, fluttering at the pleasurable sensation as he carved himself deeper and deeper into you. The tip of his throbbing cock met the most sensitive spots of your core in sudden short bursts.

The melody of skin slapping against each other boomed throughout the room. The soft taps of the headboard against the wall turned to full-blown pounding as the dwarf pounded into you, the bed shifting and creaking with each motion making the elven guard rock slightly upon your tongue.

A tension began to spread throughout your body as you felt a familiar heat begin to spread within your core. The tightness of which your hands clenched around the elf's arse tightened, holding her onto your face as if she was your anchor from drifting away in the sea of pleasure. Tasting her pleasure on your tongue, singing your whines of pleasure into her core.

"That's it." The lids of her emerald eyes fluttered closed, you could feel the subtle shifting of her weight in your palms; her hips mindlessly attempting to match the motions of your tongue, yet you held her firm. "Just like that." The knot within her core began to tighten, fraying at the edges with every flick of your tongue. The taste of her pleasure grew more potent, the aroma of her lust weighing heavy within your nostrils as she inched closer and closer to her sweet release.

A release you had not granted her, slipping your tongue out of her core allowing her wetness to hover meer breaths away from your mouth.

A pitiful whine escaped her soft lips, the lids of her eyes quickly snapping open as the weight of her skull became aligned with her neck. Her desperate, lustful gaze shifted down to your pleasure-filled face. The squelching click of the dwarven prince stretching out your aching core danced throughout the air, accompanied by his soft mewls and whimpers of pleasure.

"Why did you--" The question died upon her tongue, not allowing her time to even ask the entirety of it as the sensation of your tongue slowly lapping up the entirety of her cunt silenced her. The slow, wet glide of your tongue inching up from her entrance caused a tingle to run down her spine. Her toned body quivering at the sensation, the grip she held upon your soft hair tightened further as she felt the wet member slide up to her sensitive bundle of nerves. Slowly circling it.

"Fuck..." The curse was nothing more than a soft breath on her equally soft lips. The weight of her skull returned backward, her gaze shifting up to the ceiling as she sunk into the sensation of your wetness circling her aching clit. The innerness of her womanhood twitched at the electric sensation as her hands knotted in your hair. "Just like that..." The tips of her toes began to tingle, toes curling at the sensation as she cried out those three words.

"Don't you dare stop, neither of you." The command sounded more pleading than dominant as it left her lips. The heat of pleasure spread throughout her body, a fire the three of you shared in.

The heat within the dwarven prince's hips grew hotter, nearly boiling, yet he paid it no mind as his thrusts grew sharper. Each stroke his cock made was sloppy, yet somehow precise. It was as if something triggered within his brain, something deeper, more feral.

It was as if the sweet dwarven prince had faded away, leaving behind a caged beast freed for mating season. The thrusts of his hips grew harder, deeper, the tip of his throbbing cock pounding away at the most sensitive spots within your core, leaving it no moment to recover as he continued to pump deeper and deeper.

A sensation that caused your inner walls to pulsate, fluttering around him as it signaled you were nearing your release. As did the various slews of moans that vibrated against the elf's cunt as your lips found their way to her clit, a suction forming around it as one of your hands releasing its firm grip from her ass, slowly sliding down between her legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind as the tips of your fingers inched to her dripping heat.

A short gasp fell from her lips as two of your fingers pushed into her aching core, stretching out the trembling walls that yearned for something to return to it. Each thrust of your skillful fingers spread her inner walls further, in a manner she had only known yours to do. The wetness of her coated your digits, the scent of her nectar sure to linger upon them for a while yet you did not care as you continued to pump into her as your lips sucked around her sensitive bundle of nerves.

The sight of his two lovers in the throes of passion, so open and free with their heavenly bodies, made the dwarf's cock twitch within your core. A sight he wished to forever be in his mind, yet this time the dwarf did not stop to savor the moment as he once did. The speed at which his hips held remained consistent, yet he also dropped a hand from your hip as you dropped a hand from the elf's arse.

There was little time wasted from the loss of the dwarf's grasp upon your ass and the connection between his calloused fingertips and your clit. The rough caress of his fingers grazing over your overly sensitive bundle of nerves in repeated, deliberately slow circles was all it took to push you over the edge.

The deep abyss of pleasure welcomed you with open arms, pulling you down further as static began to roam throughout your body. A burning tingling sensation rang throughout your overly sensitive body in waves, your body mindlessly moving in sync with the waves allowing them to sweep the elven guard away as well.

The sensation of your orgasmic moans against the guard's clit could be described as divine vibrations. A sensation that was paired with the rough, sloppy thrusts of your digits frantically pounding inside of her as the waves of your orgasm racked throughout your body. Yet, the thing that threw her in that sea of pleasure was feeling them curl into that spot.

Her nails dug into your skull as you managed to roll her hips into your mouth. "Oh, gods yes!" She cried out as the knot within her stomach snapped, opening the floodgates of her sweet nectar to gush down upon your fingers, trickling down your arm and onto the sheets beneath you.

The sight of his beloved coming undone in the palm of your hand, and the sensation of you coming undone upon his cock was all it took to break the dwarven prince.

The hypnotic sensation of your inner walls pulsating around him was the final siren that sent him over the edge of pleasure, pushing him deep into that same sea that both you and the redheaded elf were drowning in.

"Fuck!" He whined. The weight of his body pressed deeply inside of you, hitting your sweet spot for a final time as he released the burning white ribbons of his pleasure into your soaked cunt. Painting the inner walls white as he flooded you deeply.

The song of pleasure came to an end, as now the following act of uneven pants flooded the air.

The three of you glistened in sweat, bodies trembling from the sensations of pleasure as each of you struggled to fully come back from the depths of that glorious sea.

The weight of your head shifted to the side, resting partially on the elf's inner thigh as you panted against her sensitive clit. The gentle glide of your fingers departing from her dripping core earned a soft whimper from the elf, yet she did not show any signs of displeasure. The air buzzed with a comfortable silence, the cold air flooding your lungs as you released your tight grasp from her arse.

The soft creak of the bed broke the silent buzz as the elven guard slid off your face and slumped next to you. The typically steady speed of her chest was now uneven, rising and falling rapidly as she attempted to steady her breath.

"Gods you two are beautiful." The gruff, breathless sound of the dwarven prince's voice broke the air. An innocent comment that made the eyes of the elven guard loop around her skull.

"And you're an idiot." The elf spoke, her voice still shaky from pleasure. "I must not be that idiotic if I managed to get the two of you in the same bed as me." The dwarven prince proclaimed, his voice dripping with smugness as the corners of his lips curved up in an idiotic grin.

Yet the act was quickly deemed idiotic once it was discovered that the entirety of Mirkwood had heard you three.

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[rogue-durin-16]

Characters I write about:

Kíli

Thorin Oakenshield

Fíli

Bilbo Baggins

Tauriel

Bofur

Legolas

Dwalin

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[rogue-barnes-16]

The Hobbit fanfics, imagines and requests

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[fizzyxcustard]

A ROSE AT TWILIGHT 🌹🌙

If you would like to get up to speed with the fic and read ahead before I begin posting it all again and then carry on writing it and post future chapters...

[hattiewritesalot]

SO- I saw you wrote for Legolas (my fave elf boi) and you also do song fics, so I would like to request a Legolas x fem!witch!reader with 'Sparks Fly' by Taylor Swift. Reader has Scarlet Witch powers and the fic is set around the Hobbit rather than LOTR. hope this isn't too specific lol <3

Wait but I love the idea of a reader with wanda powers oMG- i also love the song choice. I literally analysed it for an English project LMAO-

~Sparks Fly~

Legolas x fem!witch!reader

Summary: Legolas and (Y/N) have always denied any romantic feelings between the two of them, but, alas, sparks fly.

Warnings: Mentions of killing, the elves being horrible to the dwarves, badly translated elvish, gets a bit steamy at the end but no smut :)

A/N: I love Legolas more than I love my own mother UM-

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The way you move is like a full on rainstorm And I'm a house of cards You're the kind of reckless that should send me running But I kinda know that I won't get far

"Morning (Y/N)."

"Morning Legolas, you on duty again?" The prince laughed. "Valar, no, I don't think my father wants me to be on duty ever again after we led the spiders straight into Mirkwood."

"In my defence, I did not think they could get through the door." He rolled his eyes, turning to look at you, and you glared right back. You enjoyed the friendship you had with Legolas, the bickering and the teasing felt comforting in some ways.

But your heart burned as bright as the flames of Mordor when he looked at you. When he smiled at you. When he was near you.

'Strange,' you thought to yourself, 'perhaps I have fallen ill'

And you stood there in front of me just Close enough to touch Close enough to hope you couldn't see What I was thinking of

He was one step away from you, it would only take you reaching your arm out to be able to touch his. But you didn't.

You had to get yourself out of that stupid, stupid mindset. Legolas was a prince. And you were no where near his level, being a previous member of Elrond's council at best. There was no chance.

He opened his mouth, his gaze still on you, before his name was called.

"My prince." Tauriel announced, running down the stairs, her auburn locks flying behind her. "There has been a report of more spiders in the forest, and sightings of other beings."

Then she left, her pace quick as her hands tightened over her daggers. You'd always liked Tauriel, and you admired her courage and boldness.

"Well," Legolas started, picking up his bow and slinging it over his shoulder. "You ready, little witch?"

You grinned, positioning your hands in front of your chest as a glowing red began spreading over your fingers, the energy building up inside you as your eyes turned the same crimson.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Drop everything now Meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk Take away the pain 'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile

The spiders were easy to kill, they always were, or maybe you were just strong. Your brain spun as you shot energy blasts out of your hands, killing the arachnids within seconds.

Turns out, the 'other beings' that Tauriel had been talking about were dwarves. A whole company, 13 to be exact.

"(Y/N), thír an anuinad i aran will anír- na see.*" Legolas spoke firmly, his blue eyes settling on yours in a harsh glare. You knew he was just doing it to look intimidating, and that made you want to laugh.

"-O iór nin cóon."**

Get me with those green eyes, baby As the lights go down Gimme something that'll haunt me whenever you're not around 'Cause I see, sparks fly, when you smile

You walked around the group, fingers moving and stretching out slowly as they glowed a bright scarlet. You could tell just by looking at their faces that they were either fascinated or terrified.

Possibly both.

Every weapon or item of value they possessed, you sensed and pulled away via telekinesis, and tossed to the other elves with careless flicks of your wrist. You eventually stopped in front of the only blonde of the group, who seemed to own a lot more knives than anticipated.

"Ekor many kniveth kav othok zal?"*** You asked, speaking in his common tongue so he could understand you better.

"Tha guesth othok'll mer finduroz out darluroz"**** He responded with a wink, which earned him a harsh glare from both you and Legolas, who was standing behind you.

"(Y/N), follow." "Yes, my prince."

My mind forgets to remind me, you're a bad idea You touch me once and it's really something You find I'm even better than you, imagined I would be

"You've got leaves in your hair." Legolas shot you a look at your comment, before walking quicker to get ahead.

"What! Nobody else would tell you!" You summoned your red energy again and used it to levitate, flying over to where he was to keep up with his pace.

"Glenn- (Y/N)." You frowned at his harsh words and responded in Westron.

"I'm not going to go, Legolas-" "Im said glenn!" He was angry, that was for sure. His diamond eyes were blazing, hands curled into fists by his sides.

His next, and final, hiss of a comment brought a flood of tears rushing to your eyes.

"A Im think cin'll rad- im am cín cóon, ú- cín mellon, witch." *

I'm on my guard for the rest of the world But with you I know its no good And I could wait patiently But I really wish you would

"Hey, Tauriel, wait up!" You called out, chasing after the redhead. She bowed her head lightly in an act of acknowledgement and respect, as did you.

"Do you know what's going on with the prince?"

She shook her head, her brows furrowing in confusion. "No, why?"

You sighed, running both of your hands through your hair before dragging them over your face. "He's been ignoring me ever since the dwarf incident," you gestured vaguely to the imprisoned dwarves around you, "he refuses to even look me in the eye these days."

The elleth noticed the slight droop of your eyelids as you told her, and she placed a careful hand on your shoulder. "Hey, everything will be alright."

You smiled at her, to which she happily returned.

"It's the Feast of Starlight tonight anyways, so you know what we should do?"

"What?" She leant in closer to you, her voice barely a whisper, "Make him pay for it."

Drop everything now Meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk Take away the pain 'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile

To say that (Y/N) (L/N) looked gorgeous would be an understatement, at least, that's what you were saying to yourself as you stared at your reflection.

While never one for extravagant clothing, you'd be lying if you didn't say that Tauriel was a genius when it came to picking dresses.

The midnight-blue silk covering your body was simply divine, and the skirt twirled beautifully around your ankles. You turned t Tauriel, who was still donning her guard uniform.

"Aren't you gonna wear something different?" She shrugged, "I've got to keep watch over the dwarves, unfortunately." "Ah yes, very unfortunate, you'll have to spend all evening with that young one, with the dark hair and dark eyes." Tauriel's cheeks flushed the same red as her hair. "Shut up, (L/N)."

"Tell me, was it his archery skills? Or the trousers comment?"

"I said shut up!" You laughed at the bright blush across her face.

"Kidding, kidding."

You fixed your hair and made your way to the door, before turning around to look Tauriel in the eye once more.

"Sort of." You ran out of the room before she could chase after you.

Get me with those green eyes, baby As the lights go down Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile

The ball was, well, boring to say the least. Nobody danced with you, which was good, because you didn't actually like people all that much. But, alas, it was the final song of the night, and you supposed you should interact.

And that is when you saw Legolas rushing towards you, eyes trailing over your sapphire gown.

His bright eyes met yours and he held out a hand.

"A dance, m'lady?"

I run my fingers through your hair And watch the lights go wild Just keep on keeping your eyes on me It's just wrong enough to make it feel right.

"I'm a terrible dancer, Legolas, you know this." He let out a light chuckle as he spun you around. "Just shush and appreciate this for once."

"Says the one who's been ignoring me for the past three days."

His mouth formed a thin line, and he let out a sigh.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), I was just…" "Just?" "Stressed, I suppose." You let out a fake gasp. "He admits it! Pray tell, dearest?"

The dance was nearing an end, and you were glad of it, but when Legolas kept hold of your arm and took you away to one of the hidden corridors, you couldn't help but comply.

The two of you walked in silence, arms still linked.

"I was stressed because I…" "Go on." "If you don't stop interrupting me I'll never tell you."

You caught his eye as you both laughed and you let him continue.

"I'm done hiding this."

He seemed almost shocked by your comment, and turned to face you.

And the next thing you knew, his arms were around your waist and your lips were pressed firmly against each other's.

And lead me up the staircase Won't you whisper soft and slow And I'm captivated by you baby Like a fireworks show

You pulled away for a few seconds, breathless in each other's holds.

"So I take it you love me too?" He pressed a gentle kiss to your collarbone.

"For ages."

You let out a half-hearted laugh. "Good, me too."

Drop everything now Meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk Take away the pain 'Cause I see, sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby As the lights go down Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile

Tauriel smirked upon seeing (Y/N) and Legolas run off in the direction of his room. Beneath her smile, she mumbled two words.

"Called it."

When sparks fly, oh baby smile, When sparks fly

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translations

*((Y/N), look for anything the king will want to see)

**(Of course, my prince)

***(How many knives do you have?)

****(I guess you'll be finding out darling)

*(And I think you'll find I am your prince, not your friend, witch."

(the dress I had in mind for (Y/N), as always if you don't like it you can change it <3)

[elithilanor]

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Non-Sexual Kneeling HC

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The Hobbit / Lord of the Rings, The Almighty Johnsons, Wanted, The Brokenwood Mysteries, Young Hercules, Big Wolf on Campus

The Hobbit / Lord of the Rings

Series/Multipart Fics:

An Unexpected Blue Wizard

The Hobbit - Kili/wizard!fOC, Thorin/Bilbo, Fili/dwarf!fOC ✍️💕Gandalf surprises the company with a last minute addition: a blue wizard. Kili finds her intriguing and shenanigans ensue. Her presence slightly alters some points of the plot. Very long, follows the plots of the movies and beyond. Slow burn, romance, fantasy, drama. Magic stuff, dwarf stuff. Everyone lives AU. Erebor stuff eventually. Series Masterlist here

Homecoming

Durin's Garage Modern AU - Bofur x fReader ✅😈💕 You move back to your old hometown, sure that you’re not really welcome, intent on re-opening Durin’s General Store. A run in with the local pub owner takes an exciting and unexpected turn. As things progress, will you be able to open your heart up to him? 4 Parts

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Oneshots/Drabbles

Scarf: Ori/gnReader ✅💕 You finally give Ori the gift you made for him and receive one in return. 801 words.

Music: OC, Thorin's Company ✅💛 Set in the 'An Unexpected Blue Wizard' story world. The company is enjoying making music in Rivendell. 728 words.

Sweets: Fili, Kili ✅💛 Set in their childhood in Ered Luin, Fili sneaks off to get a secret surprise for his brother. 653 words.

Sleigh Ride: Thorin/Bilbo, Kili, Fili ✅💛 After the BOTFA (everyone lives AU), Thorin, Bilbo, Fili and Kili need to go collect an order from Dale. 423 words.

Stars: Thranduil, Legolas ✅💛 Thranduil takes little Legolas out for some stargazing one autumn night. 379 words.

Mulled Wine: Thranduil x gnReader, Legolas, Tauriel ✅💕 Legolas and Tauriel lock Reader and Thranduil in his chambers. 2113 words.

Books: Kili, Fili, Ori ✅💛 Kili and Fili go snooping around in Ori's book collection and find some things they weren't meant to. 466 words.

Wrapping Paper: Kili x gnReader, Ori ✅💕 Kili accidentally wraps his gift for Reader using a parchment that contains a love poem. 1359 words.

Reunions: Thorin/Bilbo, Bofur, Fili, Kili, Tauriel ✅💛 After the BOTFA (everyone lives AU), members of the company try to find each other in the chaos of injured survivors. 1159 words.

Wishes: Fili, The Company, Tauriel, Dis ✅💛 Fili sets out the annual yule log for the winter solstice celebrations, and one by one, everyone adds something to it while making wishes for the coming year. 770 words.

Finding Fili: Fili x fReader ✅😈 It’s Fili’s birthday, and you, being his secret-girlfriend, are trying to give him a gift when you happen upon something unexpected. 1881 words.

Home: Fili x Ori ✅💕 Ori pays Fili a visit in his quarters, and the two get to talking about the future and their feelings. 2104 words.

Blankets: Fili x fReader ✅💕 You accompany Fili on a trip to a nearby town of Men, but the inclement weather forces you to spend the night together at an inn. (Only one bed trope.) 2756 words.

Across Time: Fili x Kili (not-related, time travel AU) ✅💕 When Fili gains the power to travel through time, a fated encounter with Kili leads to a double life across time. Can Fili save Kili from the fatal events of the winter festival? 3873 words.

Reunion at Bag End: Bagginshield, Frodo, Company ✅💛 Bilbo is anxious as he awaits Thorin and the Company's arrival at Bag End. Everyone lives AU, cozy fluff. 1443 words.

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The Almighty Johnsons

Series/Multipart Fics:

Goddess of Sex

Anders Johnson x goddess!fOC ✍️💕(slight 😈) Anders unknowingly meets the goddess Venus. As their worlds collide, all sorts of ‘god stuff’ complicates their friendship, and their friendship complicates their god stuff. Follows the plots of the show and beyond. Slow burn, romance, drama. Added pantheon. Sometimes smutty. Coworkers to friends to FWB to lovers to ???. Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Lofn

Anders Johnson x goddess!fReader ✍️💕😈 After a horrible day, Anders accidentally summons the goddess of comfort. As their encounters become more frequent, they find themselves offering comfort to each other in more ways than one. Series Masterlist here

Warm

Ty Johnson x gnReader ✍️💕You find yourself dateless at your sister’s wedding. Your eye is soon caught by some ice, and the man behind it.

Parts: 1, 2

Pretend to be Nice

Anders Johnson x goddess!fReader ✍️💕😈 You are secretly in love with your good friend, Anders, but believe that nothing can possibly come of this given Anders's history of not having long-term partners.

Series Masterlist here

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Oneshots/Drabbles

Sick: Anders x fReader ✅💕 When you wake up beside a sick god, it’s time to nurse the whiny patient back to health. (Fluff/comfort.) 1475 words.

Starry Night: Anders, Dawn ✅💛 A brief interaction at JPR. 311 words.

Baking: Anders, Ty ✅💛 Ty brings some cupcakes to JPR in a bid to woo Dawn. 232 words.

Snowflakes: Ty x gnReader ✅💕 Ty shares a nice moment with you when a rare snowstorm blankets Auckland. 591 words.

Joy: Axl Johnson & co ✅💛 It's Axl's birthday and he wants to ride the corkscrew. 343 words.

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Family: Anders, Dawn, Johnsons ✅💛 Ty and Dawn host a family dinner at their place, but family gatherings with the Johnsons aren't always the smoothest. 1340 words.

Cookies: Ty, Dawn ✅💛 Ty is making cookies, but Dawn is impatient. 195 words.

Snowman: Anders, Ty, Olaf, Axl, Zeb, Mike ✅💛 The Johnsons (and Zeb) take advantage of the rare snow to make a huge snowman. 383 words.

Fireworks: Ty x Dawn ✅💕 Ty tries to reconcile with Dawn at a New Year's Eve party. 1053 words.

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Young Hercules

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[rensraptor]

the ask box is open,, taking requests :)

i’ll write for,,

joel miller, tommy miller, tess servopoulos, (the last of us) will only write for the game version of joel, will write all of the according to HBO’s portrayal otherwise;

loki, brunnhilde (valkyrie), bucky barnes, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, stephen strange, shang-chi,  (preferably andrew garfield’s) peter parker, clint barton, scott lang, eddie brock/venom, thena, druig, etc, (marvel) there’s too many others to list, dont be afraid to ask!;

kylo ren/ben solo, rey, poe dameron, din djarin (the mandalorian), fennec shand (the mandalorian/tbobf), boba fett, obi wan kenobi, darth vader/anakin skywalker, (star wars);

remus lupin, severus snape, sirius black, bill weasley, fred and george weasley, xenophilius lovegood, lucius malfoy, narcissa malfoy, james potter, (harry potter) marauder’s era too; 

steve harrington, robin buckley, jim hopper, dimitri antonov (enzo), billy hargrove, henry creel, (stranger things);

william afton, michael afton, (five nights at freddy’s);

tauriel, legolas, thranduil, kili, thorin, bard, aragorn, (lotr & the hobbit);

(and some other miscellaneous characters…)

javier peña narcos, 

javi gutierrez the unbearable weight of massive talent, 

sheriff hassan, father paul midnight mass, 

adam only lovers left alive,

10, 11 doctor who,

possibly some others within the same franchise...

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fluff;

angst? i don’t like it that much but we’ll see :)

yandere! & stalker! au’s that don’t violate the criteria below…

in headcannons, blurbs, full fics, preferences, etc etc

generally only ‘x reader’ fics but i could try some ships??

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smut involving minors;

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r*pe or SA scenarios;

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[iwillbeyourruin]

Teach Me To Sin (2)

Part 1

AO3

Thranduil x reader

9.6k words.  A/N : Toxic Relationship. Smut.

"You woke in me a feeling that annihilates any other. I feel you, and only you, inside."

— Vazaki Nada

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Tell me again why you continue to torture me like this?"

"It's hardly torturing you. Besides, you haven't run into a wall or plummeted to your death yet."

You hear the playful lilt in his voice and can feel the mischievous grin on his face even with your eyes veiled.

"You are worse than Tauriel, you know that? What purpose does this serve?"

Frustration is an amusing emotion.  If you had to guess, it's your never-ending frustration that just about everyone finds particularly humorous.  The extra-sharp breaths when words escape you.  How you incessantly pace around when you just can't convey what your mind is trying to piece together.  How your fingers compulsively pluck at your sleeves.  Try as you might at keeping yourself contained, there comes a time when you inevitably explode.

Legolas knows your breaking point is nearing when your hand is reaching towards the hidden weapon within your tunic.

"It's to help understand your surroundings. To heighten your senses."

You scoff.

"You seem to forget that my senses aren't like yours. Maybe with more years of training, this would work... But this?" Unmasking your eyes of the silken wrap in a huff and tossing it at your amused friend, "is utterly pointless and just mockery at my expense."

"I promise mellon nîn, it has a purpose and I would not use training as a way to mock you."

If there's one thing you'll take from this, it's that Legolas wouldn't lie to you. He wouldn't do anything with malicious intent to those he regarded. It's small if the only consolation.

"If it's not torture then it's surely punishment for something."

"Tauriel is keeping my father busy and out of our hair for the time being, therefore, I get to decide your method of 'torture' for the day. I can't be worse than her."

"She doesn't blindfold me and have me almost walking into walls."

"We could go practice your archery."

You'd rather be shot at than go through that ordeal.

You relent and turn around in defeat, readying yourself.

"Blindfold me."

This goes on for longer than you'd hoped, but it was better than having an audience stare while you failed miserably in Legolas's shadow attempting to hone a skill you should've mastered years ago. You should've been better at it. Sadly, that wasn't the case.

So you amble your way throughout the halls and eventually, outside, with only his voice and faint shuffling guiding you.

"I thought I smelled the stray..."

The remark, along with the giggle accompanying it belongs to none other than your lifelong adversary: Anarórië. For the most part, you attempt to disregard her barbs, knowing any retaliation would be an insult towards Tauriel and ultimately, the Elvenking.

"Anarórië, always a pleasure."

"I wish I could say the same."

You're told to ignore her. To focus.

But it's difficult maintaining such composure when whispers slink their way to your ears and just the uneasy feeling of being watched settles onto your person.

Why Anarórië wastes her breathe insulting you is puzzling. You aren't, in any imposing way, a threat to her. Her beauty is unmatched. It's said she almost rivals King Thranduil's fallen Queen and with it, she feels she can snake her way into the King's heart. You almost admire her for it.

Yet, there's something about you that chafes her ass like no other.  Ever since you were a child, she's voiced her contempt about you, but it wasn't until you became of age that things somehow became even more unpleasant.

Just when things seem to come to a lull, something kindles the flames.

This petty quarrel evolved into something more personal when one night she purposely spilled a drink on you, muttered an 'Oops', and laughed.  You later accidentally shot an arrow on her dress train as she was walking, causing it to rip, exposing her derrière.  Legolas was able to diffuse that situation by stating your hand had slipped.

He argued that you have unsteady hands and terrible aim.

That wasn't entirely accurate, but who'd want to look doltish and risk punishment for doubting the Prince's word?

"I'm surprised to see you here. Normally you're meandering the halls, mouth open, awaiting your turn as the King's cock warmer."

Legolas advises against speaking of such private matters out in the open.

"At least the King sees potential in me. He wouldn't touch disgusting mortal filth like you."

"Then he sees potential in half the realm. Your brother must have plenty as well, according to what I overheard walking by the King's chambers last night."

That made her angrier.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you're still his favorite cocksleeve."

And that put the nail in the proverbial coffin.

"When I'm Queen, you'll be the first one to feel my wrath..."

You smile.

"I look forward to it."

Legolas, growing bored of the prattling, finally interjected. You were hoping it had been sooner rather than later.

"Another word and I will inform the King of this."

"My apologies, Prince Legolas."

She hastily bows and skitters away.

He lifts a brow at you.

You await the lecture. Instead, a wide grin appears across his face.

"Archery?"

"A lovely suggestion, mellon. Lead the way..."

You keep the disgruntled mumbling to yourself as Legolas trails behind you.

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When Tauriel finds you later in the evening, you're unaccompanied in the fields, shooting at bits of papers as targets.

There are specific inscriptions scribbled on each scrap. Each secretly coded. In order. Your personalized record of those whose enmity threatens your safety.

Those who'd slit your throat for sport.

Those who despise you for just existing.

You may have been raised in Mirkwood but you are still only a guest to some, a temporary fill-in to others at best.

Sadly, maiming would result in banishment or death so this is the outlet you choose.

It doesn't go unnoticed that particular spots have more arrows through them than others.

Tauriel makes no mention of it though.

"Your aim has improved."

"Don't say that too loud. Can't have everyone knowing all of my tricks, can we?"

"You do well when you have some incentive."

"Legolas agrees, even if he doesn't agree with your teaching methods."

"Speaking of Legolas, he told me all about your exciting day."

Because of course, he did.

He tells Tauriel everything.

"I behaved and didn't pull a weapon."

"Good. If you had, we'd be having this conversation through opposite sides of a cell in the dungeons."

"Just like old times..."

That made her pause, but she doesn't miss a beat.

"What have I always told you?"

"Aim high?"

"Have you learned nothing?"

"Keep my wits and never let them see me attack."

"Precisely."

She watched as you shot a few more. Surprising you by kicking your foot out to fix your stance. They always do it and no matter how many times it's done, you're always caught off guard. It brought a smile to her face. You decided then you were done for the evening. No need to have random arrows flying about should she decide to start correcting your form every two minutes.

Walking back, you're pondering the outcome of Tauriel's discussion with the king. It must've gone awry for her to have not mentioned the details. That or she's secretly plotting Thranduil's demise. Either are possible.

"So, how did our headstrong ruler take your suggestion of going beyond our borders on the spider front?"

Tauriel struggles to conceal her frustrations. She understands better than anyone how unreasonable Thranduil can be if he feels his hand is being forced.

"He cares not for anything beyond for the borders. I was instructed to find the nest here, destroy it and forgot about all else..."

You stop mid-step.

"He's not serious."

She follows suit.

"He is."

"You don't agree with him."

"As of late? No. I can't sit by and do nothing while darkness festers and slowly seeps into our home."

"Then don't."

Tauriel stands tall, squares her shoulders back with pride and nods in agreement.

"When have I ever idly sat by and let Aran nin's plans stop me?"

"Well, Captain... You're our first and best line of defense. Tell me what you're planning..."

Plans are set forth. Come banishment or death, you'll stand proudly by your Captain's side.

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In the weeks following Tauriel's unfortunate council with the Elvenking, it's suggested you accompany her for perimeter scouting, and thankfully no one dared question her about it. Legolas was none too pleased with the arrangement, but you think it was for more selfish reasons than he wanted to admit.

Whatever the case, you're more than happy to oblige Tauriel's request.

She formulated the plan whilst the rest of the realm was swept up in another extravagant soiree. You patrol the border, she surveys beyond and reports back. It's easy going by undetected when the King is too preoccupied with alcohol and a line of bodies warming his bed nightly.

This goes on for weeks.

Everything goes smoothly.

Until it doesn't.

When you were halted by none other than Thranduil, who emerged from his chambers with a disheveled looking Anarórië adjusting her dress back to its proper place, it felt like some sort of an omen for the evening ahead. If only you had walked faster, this all could've been avoided...

Avoiding her is your intent but she makes it her duty to meet your gaze. To imply her significance. She did caution there'd come a day where you'd call her Queen. You're just hoping it's not this particular day.

"How fitting for the stray to wonder about at all hours of the night."

Before an insult can slip past your lips, the conversation is swiftly dissuaded.

"Leave us."

Her eyes bore into her King's face but she's met with hostility. She's told once again to leave and judging by the tone, she knows not to challenge. Not if she plans on staying in Thranduil's graces. With a not-so-subtle moue and continual over-the-shoulder glances as she saunters down the corridor, you're left alone but not without knowing you're being watched in the shadows.

He turns and begins walking. It's an unspoken order you're expected to follow.

You feel the looming presence gawking from across the dark alcove to your right. But you won't give her the satisfaction of acknowledgment. So when the King opens his doors to you, you walk in and don't look back. It'll ruffle some feathers, but you're beyond caring.

But the weight of her judgment feels heavy on your shoulders and you loathe how it bothers you.

Stupid conscious.

Words elude you when you're nervous so you awkwardly stare at your boots while you dawdle about. And you're trying your best, and failing, to keep from visibly fidgeting because you're supposed to be meeting Tauriel and you're stuck here for some unknown reason, other than you suspect Thranduil relishes in being a thorn in one's side whenever possible.

"Is there something you need?"

He ignores you.

"My lord?"

"Where have you been running off to at night?"

"I uh -" An interrogation was the last thing you need. "I've been tasked with assisting Tauriel for patrol."

"Hmm. Who sanctioned this?"

"Tauriel did."

"Of course she did."

Although he's infuriated by her actions, he's not entirely surprised by them either.

"Will that be all?"

"Eager to leave so soon?"

Tauriel is probably wearing a hole in the dirt by now.

"I assumed you'd want some rest."

"Rest isn't needed. The night is still young."

Time may be of no concern to your elven acquaintance but others don't have the luxury.

"Then I shall leave you to it."

You bow out hastily and attempt to leave. The King has other plans though, despite your numerous protests.

"You could be of service to me here, for tonight. Your Captain will understand."

The implication gave you pause.

"There are plenty of warm bodies at your disposal that would be more than happy to service you, my lord...."

It isn't jealousy. Though the acrid statements spewing from your mouth seem to suggest otherwise.

This is, of course, one of the many lies you tell yourself.

"...I assumed that's why Anarórië was here. Is she not your healer? She'd be more than happy to alleviate you of any maladies you may be suffering from."

"Her jaw is quite tender from being overworked..."

He almost caught your widened eyes and lips ajar at his risqué retort.

"Then unless there's a spider that needs to be pulled from your backside, my being here is unnecess-."

Abruptly turning his heel, he walks off without saying a word, leaving you standing there dumbfounded and unsure whether or not to leave.

Shifting uncomfortably, you tell yourself to just leave. That standing there waiting is utterly ridiculous. You're about to sneak away when he comes back quicker than you anticipated.

He returns having taken off his robes and various adornments, holding what appears to be a dress.  It's beautiful, although delicate looking.  It's too unforgivably sheer to be a formal dress so you assume it's a nightgown if the deep plunging decolletage and intricate moire ribbon details are any indication. Though it's the microscopic embellishments that sparkle even in the firelight that catch your eye.

He holds it up against your frame, admiring the impression.  It was even more beautiful up close.  However, it all felt inappropriate.  Because unless it's a memento from one of his nightly conquests, there's only one other alternative.  Your stomach is doing somersaults at the thought.

"It's stunning."

"Yes, she was."

That certainly confirmed your suspicions.

Though it didn't make you feel any less uncomfortable.

"Put it on."

"If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not."

Maybe it was ludicrous denying him a simple request, but you explain how you'd only be tarnishing whatever memory of her he had. That you couldn't possibly fill the role he's desperately looking for. He'd only be disappointed in the result.

And what's more, is that it isn't fair to you or anyone else to bear the brunt of such responsibilities. No one should have to carry that burden just to be told 'you aren't enough' Which is the likeliest of scenarios. It's cruel.

Maybe this is what he has others enact during their dalliances, but this is a boundary you won't cross.

He appears to be quietly mulling over your words. It seems he can be reasoned with. Or so you thought. In the blink of an eye, he yanks the garment and tosses it aside without a care. The quick succession of emotions catches you off guard.

"Behind these doors, you're free to wag that tongue of yours but do remember your place little one...When I tell you to do something, I expect it done."

You say nothing though you want to scream. What happened in those few moments? You don't even know what you said that is causing such an issue.

He seldom refers to you by your given name, let alone such a childlike sobriquet, and even though it was tainted with a condescending tone, it brought about the warm, familiar feeling between your thighs you've experienced on the rare occasions he touched you.

And even now, as he angrily steps towards you cornering your tensed body, it's painfully apparent you're entirely too feverish, too embarrassed for such proximity.

But when he commands you to undress and then proceeds to gaze at the forsaken clothing, it strikes an intense nerve. Maybe Anarórië and the like entertained these fantasies, but you had your limits. When a stern, No, is declared, he merely smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes. He informs you how you weren't exceptional in any sense because another would merrily do whatever he bade. Anarórië will lick my boots clean after sucking my cock dry. How you weren't needed to warm his bed that evening and should be grateful he ever entertained the idea of touching you to begin with. Consider yourself fortunate...

This particular tirade seems neverending.

But you stood there being berated.

He demands a final time. Undress.

The harsh tone upsets you.

And without thinking, you slap him.

"I'm not your fucking whore."

Every sound seems to fade.

And your hand stings.

But the deadpan face analyzing yours at the moment holds nothing back as his hand grasps around your throat suddenly and begins constricting your airway.

When you began to struggle, you're forced against the wall and he graciously relents enough pressure to let you breathe.

Up until this point, you misjudged the physical nature of the beast.

You foolishly provoked the creature and unsurprisingly, it attacked.

It seems self-preservation wasn't your wheelhouse.

"The only reason you exist is because of my generosity... What is a mortal child to me? I could have left you out in the forest to be eaten by spiders. I would have done it and not looked back."

"You say so but you wouldn't have. Because you're a coward."

His hand clutches tight, lifts you off the ground as though you weigh nothing, and rams your body backward.  And as you push and kick against the wall for purchase, he's observing with perverse inquisitiveness. He finds distress morbidly fascinating.

"Nothing to say now, hmm?"

Barely holding on, your eyes are red from lack of oxygen and you feel his breathe on your mouth. Then he darts his tongue out, licks your lips and laughs.

Then abruptly lets go.

And you fall.

Each inhale burns as you choke down bouts of air.

He watches your trembling form perched on all fours before him, panting and teary-eyed.

He's close enough that if you were to quickly reach for your concealed blade, you may just be fast enough to jab it into the inner part of his thigh. You've made many bleed out this particular way. It'd be excruciating. He'd succumb before any sort of help would find him. You think better of it and abandon the notion altogether. Killing the king would be unwise albeit a deliciously sinful thought.

As expected, Thranduil would be the one to break the silence. Crouched down before you, his fingers gently caress your face, and before you can pull away, he yanks your chin upwards, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Next time, you will be locked away in the dungeons and I will personally throw away the key. Are we clear?"

"Perfectly."

The pad of his thumb gently swipes across your lips.

"Being on your knees becomes you. I'm imagining all the ways to quiet that trap you call a mouth..."

He inches forward, experimentally ghosting his index and middle fingers over your warm, supple mouth. As if tracing the outline to memory. The soft gasps wisping over his lissom digits shot an immediate reaction to his cock.  He's appalled at how utterly transfixed by a mundane action he is.

But he's envisioning your tongue massaging his fingers. You moaning and sucking and making an absolute mess as you choke on them.

Soon.

Then he smiles and whispers. "Would you like to guess my favorite?"

It isn't much of a secret when half the realm has swallowed the king's spunk. The fights that ensued about who's the best at it were always intriguing.

He rises and walks away. This grants you a shroud of decency to compose yourself while he gracefully downs a drink from the bottle. It's the most considerate he's been all evening.

"Run along little one. We shall play again soon."

You shouldn't dignify him with a response. Nonetheless, it flows without hesitation.

"I hate you."

"Good."

With that, you quietly depart from his chamber. It wasn't until you were outside that the chill of the night air hit your face, that tears began to fall.

That wasn't how he foresaw the culmination of his evening. He wanted to indulge himself in some profane, guilty pleasures.

What better way to slake one's amorous desires than to revel in them?

He wanted to know how soft your flesh feels captured between his teeth. He envisions how you'd react once he punctured through your delicate skin. Your blood sluiced across his lips. Would you endow him with screams of agony? Or bestow him with mewls of passionate ecstasy?

He can only presume.

So now, he's drinking and becoming more agitated as the night progresses.

Because he knows this isn't him.

You're the problem.

Once a recalcitrant child. Now a rebellious adult.

"Should've left her out there in the woods that night..."

A pang of guilt strikes him upon saying it aloud. It's ruthless, barbaric but it didn't stop him from considering it. Tauriel saved your life in more ways than you know.

The bottle is near done and his patience is whisper-thin due to his own overthinking. He can't decipher what it is that has him so fascinated. He can interpret every emotion he has in your presence. From anger to indifference and everything in between.

At least those he can understand. Can explain.

Ultimately, it's the others he has no answer for.

Just riddles and confusion.

Because he can't rationalize the feeling in his chest, nor his strange behaviors as of late.

It's the familiar details that remain nameless.  Kept like keepsakes.  Like your favorite flower, dried and tucked between pages of a book by his wine or a candid sketch drawn by his hand illustrating impressive artistic capabilities that reveal how well he knows the contours of your face.  Not that he'd admit that.  Because it's absurd.  It's a delusional pursuit without justifiable cause.  Still, you're a veritable weakness. A conquest he needs to destroy, even if for his contentment.

I will be the monster waiting in the dark for you, he thinks. And I shall eat you whole...

Why? Because the King can't fathom the fact that at this moment, his cock is aching and uncomfortable and it's your fault.

He abhors it. He vehemently abhors you.

Why is precious time frittered away on such annoying matters? He could be spending down a willing subject's throat, instead, his vexation over someone so dreadfully unappealing has him downing another bottle of wine and shifting his breeches to conceal his arousal.

"Fuck this."

Eneth is called into his chambers moments later.  She's starry-eyed at being favored over her dear friend for the evening and plans to demonstrate all the ways she can pleasure her king that others have failed thus far.

She's like most in his realm. Intelligent. Stunning. However, she isn't as forthright as his typical flavor is. Tonight, he's craving something a tad more reserved. Demure. Something he can goad.

He attempts to ignore the thrum of your beating heart.  But he can't when it's attuned to something sacred. Something holy. Your pulse ricochets off the briar thicket just on the crest of the hill as you run through it, off every trunk, bough. The fallen leaves. Every blade of grass sings a haunting melody - a rising crescendo of whispers that sends ripples over his skin.  He resolves to dismiss how alive it makes him feel.  How beautiful your anguish feels as it courses through his veins.

And Eneth. Poor Eneth, she gives it her all. Knees propped atop cushions, hands full of spit, stroking in tandem with hollowed cheeks, sporting a mouthful of the king's balls. This would normally work, but she's struggling and the king's indifference is anything but encouraging.

Eneth does all she can to distract Thranduil's preoccupied mind. If she chokes herself on his cock one more without so much as a faux enthusiastic whimper, he'll get a surprise scrape of teeth along his shaft to enliven this lackluster experience.

But he feels you.  His hatred for you - front and center.  And this is what he focuses on now.

And as Eneth sucks and glides and moves her spit-sticky hand in fluid motion, warmth pools in his stomach. She takes him in until she can't breathe. As if she requires his cock for sustenance. And he's barely holding on as fingertips embed themselves into the armrests.

It isn't difficult to visualize a different scenario entirely.

He closes his eyes and listens to the symphony of his realm.

Your breaths are in sync.

Just as a stray tear plummets to the soil, greedily absorbing the salty droplet; Every muscle within his body tightens.

A bitter whisper curses his name; hollowed cheeks and harshed sucks at his crown have him straining.

An angry bellow reverberates throughout the trees and into the star scattered heavens; the coil snaps and his fingers seize her neck, holding her in place as he pulsates heavily on her tongue. She swallows down every moan. Every drop of cum being shot down her throat.

Eneth may have been the diversion tonight but the catalyst for his undoing is the unspoken name that felt too big in his mouth. He almost had to say it. Moan it. To keep from choking on it. And who's face he saw behind his eyelids as he shattered. Who may not glisten like starlight but still holds their own against the moon.

But oh, how he loathes you.

I hate you.

Implicitly.

I hate you...

Undeniably.

I...

Try as he might, he can't resist the allure of strange, intriguing things.  They are, after all, the most sought-after of treasures.

And Thranduil's a connoisseur of collecting pretty things...

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The physical scrapes have long since faded however, the damage to your pride lingers and remains. The gossip among the deceitful serpents in the gardens is abundant with second and third-hand accounts of an unwitnessed confrontation.

No doubt Anarórië helped spread some of those stories. Thankfully most found the salacious tale completely absurd. They're convinced that you were attacked by an orc or did something innately stupid, like tripping over your own feet. But it was difficult avoiding the hushed drivel that occurred around you daily.

He would never stoop that low.

I heard she ran out of his chambers crying. Quite pathetic really.

I heard an orc had it's way with her.

That's awful.

For the orc maybe...

It angered you at first but you're thankful for whatever small mercies may come. Being a mortal makes you enough of a target, you don't want to broaden the mark. Especially where the King is concerned.

Tauriel questioned you several times over about the incident that led to your injuries. When you came running back to your post weeks ago, she was waiting, just as you expected her to be but before she could scold you she was taken aback once she noticed your tear-streaked face. It wasn't like you to cry. Then she heard your raspy breathing and saw the broken blood vessels in your right eye.

She's uncertain about what transpired and with whom. But she has her suspicions and is keeping you under constant surveillance.

"I'll be back by dawn."

"By dawn?"

She's never taken that long before.

However, she assures everything will be fine and you have no choice but to believe her.

Like a mother safeguarding a child, she proposes staying unseen - concealing yourself amongst the foliage in the trees. This means you'll be sure to stay awake or risk falling and breaking something. Perhaps that's the idea.

It feels like an endless night and your hands and ass hurt from perching on unforgiving tree limbs. You last another hour until your legs start tingling and going numb. That was your cue to resign and continue your watch from the ground.

It's not that you're exhausted just primarily bored. Sitting around for hours while staring at the same brambles and dirt isn't what you'd call exhilarating but it beats being confined to a dungeon, so you suppose you should be grateful, all things considered.

It isn't until a hooded stranger decides to encroach and break up the monotony of the sluggish hours that causes a stir. And provide some much-needed excitement.

A draw of a sword. A lunge. The clang of metal suffusing the stillness.

They're agile. There's an air of seduction in every maneuver they use. This is a taunt. A provocation.

It seems at this moment, as you're being hoisted up despite thrashing around, that you've been bested in this scuffle.  Or so they think. There's a familiar beauty in their violence. It's a fervid eloquence parallelling a beguiling waltz as they swing about a sword. However, you're not as refined.  Nor graceful.  You're unpredictable and you fight dirty.  You can feel the heaving of their chest.  Then soft puffs of breaths land on the back of your neck. Once you gauge yourself to be about eye level, you brace, clench your teeth and smash the back of your head into their unsuspecting face.

The harm may be minimal but it had the desired effect. They grossly underestimate how disorienting a face-smashing feels. Must not've been hit enough times in their life. But it's enough to clutch the hilt of your small hidden dagger nestled in your tunic and swing your hand downwards in a stupid attempt at landing a blow.

Nothing happens. Your opponent is sharp and intercepts before you can strike, catching your wrist mid-swing.

A cold edge of metal kisses your throat, freezing you in place.

It's now that you take in their heady scent. Myrrh. Rich earth. Their sweat smells unnaturally spicy-sweet.

"You would do well to consider dropping your weapon if you value your pathetic existence."

Fuck.

"Aran nîn."

Allowing your body to go slack, you stubbornly hold onto the only protection within reach. Not that it mattered. Thranduil clasped down on your wrist so hard it feels as though it's being crushed. With that, you drop the offending piece onto the grass below.

"You gave in rather quickly. Where has that firey spirit gone to?"

"You're right. Maybe I should've aimed higher. Though had I done so, we wouldn't be able to continue having these cordial exchanges."

"You forget I hold your life in my hands."

"If you were aiming to execute me, you would've already done so..."

Tilting your head upwards, you relax your muscles against the heaving of Thranduil's chest and admire the sky that's bespangled with stars.

"In any case, I hope you'll make it quick."

There won't be weepy-eyed threnodies in your honor. You'd be fortunate if they bothered to bury your corpse. In the end, it's all inconsequential. No one cares for a rotting sack of bones.

"I admit, I am disappointed. You won't even make an effort to resist me?"

"No. Because I know that's what you're after... What gets you going. And I refuse to spend my final moments giving you any sort of satisfaction."

In a surprising turn of events, he lowers his weapon and releases you.

Crouching quickly, you pick up your blade.

Thranduil is quicker to meet you with the tip of his sword just under your chin.

He leans close.

"So you would deny me?"

It's frantic. Needy.

"With due respect my lord, I feel it's good for one's character to experience rejection."

He couldn't find it in him to be insulted. Admittedly, he appreciates the candor.  At least while no one's around to bear witness.

A tender caress across your cheek and you're momentarily ensnared by the affection. By the imposing figure donning a sly smile and ruthlessness like a second skin.

He applies a subtle amount of pressure but the edge of the blade feels as it's about to break the skin. You panic. "All I would have to do, is push a bit harder..."

His smile falters when he feels similar pressure against his inner thigh.

"Funny thing..."

With weapons poised, eyes connected - conceding defeat isn't an option.  If one goes, so does the other. Seems we've reached a stalemate.

"Your captain has taught you well."

He seems proud of this. Proud of her.

After cautious deliberations, weapons are set down and holstered. Now it's just awkwardness. Because he judges everyone and you know that's exactly what he's silently doing right now.

"You fight well enough. For a mortal. You'd be better if you learned how to use long swords. Your maladroit footwork could benefit from heavier weapons..."

Not so silent I suppose.

You're no elf.  And despite training since childhood, there are things you just weren't exceptional at. Your upbringing made your mediocrity easier to swallow.

"I'm aware of my shortcomings. But at least I'm not the one standing here with a face like a smacked ass."

You instantly mutter an apology. He may not deserve one, but he's your king, and you do have a modicum of respect.

Honestly, you were hoping now that he was done delighting himself, that he'd miss the solace of his walls and his rotation of companions and want nothing more than to return.

It's when he asks about Tauriel's whereabouts that things become complicated and he chooses to accompany you a while longer.

"Surely she'll be back soon. We convene several times throughout the evening."

But he begrudgingly insists. Even though no one asked.

At least he gave some space, having wandered off elsewhere for a bit, leaving you to get a moment's peace. It was nerve-wracking not knowing Tauriel's precise destination. Furthermore, being caught in one of Thranduil's games wasn't on the planned agenda this evening and has fueled the anxiety up tenfold.

When he returns, he seems annoyed.

"No sign of Tauriel whatsoever."

"It isn't uncommon. We usually don't stay together throughout the night and most nights, there's nothing to report."

It seems another verbal lashing is about to occur, but something catches his attention and he swiftly draws a sword.

He gestures for you to keep quiet.

You draw your own swords and wait.

It could be Tauriel, possibly returning earlier than anticipated.

Or that's what you're hoping for. But your gut tells you that's not it.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary. Though you think it's something you aren't noticing with how intense Thranduil is hard focused on listening to every precious being within a capful of wind.

You look. And look. Coming up empty-handed. If an elf isn't seeing anything, you sure as hell aren't going to have much luck. This is pointless.

It all felt foolish of course. Until an unendurable pain racks through you. It's numbing, yet scalding. Constricting as it is explosive.

I'm fine, you say. I'm fine.

It's excruciating. It flows crimson. And it's currently pooling from your abdomen.

Breathe.

Resisting the impulse to yank the foreign object from your torso, you wander off in the direction of 'home' to assess and bandage your wound. With any luck, you won't perish from blood loss or infection.

With every step, a hazy, swirling darkness overtakes. Eventually, it pulls you under.

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Consciousness comes in spurts. Your eyelids imperceptibly flitter at the mention of your name. The dulcet voice is soothing and spends their time recounting days long passed. You've never noticed the longing in their throat before now. This leaves you with a sense of guilt before you slip back into another state of slumber.

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More than a fortnight passes and you're able to move about freely, though not without some difficulties.

As a result, Tauriel gave strict orders for you to rest. And truthfully, you rather enjoyed being holed up in bed, away from the gaggle of nosy passersby hoping to catch glimpses of your injuries.

She's familiar with your inability to remain idle, oftentimes catching you ambling about in the fields.

Normally, she'd lecture and take away whatever weapons you're trying to scamper off with. But today, she sees there aren't weapons. No schemes. No wandering of any kind. Just you sitting and absorbing in the final moments of warmth and sunlight.

She brings a gift in the form of a bottle. A risk doing so out in the open, but it's only one and she assumes no one will be watching you that intently to notice.

"I'm terribly bored just sitting around. I could help, you know..." You protested.

"You've barely rested and you're much more use to me being at your best."

"It was mostly superficial. Barely any damage."

"It took a lot of work to keep you intact..." The cutting, worried tone wasn't missed.

Opening the confiscated gift, you take a huge swig. "...Consider me resting, per your orders." You pass it off to her, to lighten the mood and she accepts only after she sees the devious smirk on your face. There's no way you were finishing it on your own anyhow.

She gave you all the intel on everything you've missed. And how angry she is at herself.

But you'd never be angry with her. Not after everything she's ever done to protect you.

"I shouldn't think it, but I fear it was someone close who tried to harm you."

"I'm sure of it." You say matter of factly.

"Please, enlighten us with how you've come to such illations. I would love nothing more..."

Tauriel began coughing, choking on the wine she was about to swallow before Thranduil unexpectedly appeared. Neither of you bothers to hide it and only formally addresses him before speaking again.

"You're a larger target than myself, my lord. Either they were a terrible shot or you weren't the intended mark..."

That seems to strike a chord, with Tauriel at the very least. Conversely, Thranduil isn't as easily convinced. What grounds did you have to inculpate anyone in Mirkwood?

I'm not one of yours, so if my blood is spilt, who cares...

But you quietly push that thought aside. Because you know not everyone feels that way.

Perhaps sharing your conclusions would suffice, however, in all likelihood, it'd be dismissed. And so, it'll remain a mystery. A secret that'll be buried with your bones.

When Tauriel excuses herself, she imparts with a pleading glance you've grown accustomed to deciphering. Behave.

Somehow, you're always solitarily abandoned within the King's presence. Tauriel tends to unknowingly feed you to the vultures. This won't impede your good mood though. You'll indulge in the sweet, sanguine liquid and happily avoid the crotchety elf in your vicinity.

Besides, you were there first. If he's going to make it his prerogative to watch you drink yourself into a stupor, that's on him. You do offer to share, holding out his reserve to him. He mumbled a noncommittal response and simply let you be.

As you sit in silence ignoring the King's presence while unabashedly drinking and finding yourself slightly ebrious off his stolen wine - the sun starts to set and the halls will soon be quieter than the dead.

Still, you don't move. Because silence is a luxury. Because only the absence of the sun makes you feel as though you're worthy of occupying the space you've been afforded. A space you're constantly reminded that you don't belong.

Filth has no place among precious gems.

Maybe Anarórië and Eneth are right that in the end particles of dust can't compete with starlight.  And as you look into the evening sky that's littered with tiny, luminous clusters, you come to the sobering conclusion - what you came from, you will inescapably be again.  So, you take an enormous gulp from the bottle you're nursing and admire the assorted hues of dark blue, mauve, and greys swirled above and contemplate which constellation you would be.  It only takes a moment before you find one, nearly obstructed by a stray cloud but still flickering on and seemingly miles away from the rest.  That one is me.  Then, as if he couldn't help himself, King Thranduil haughtily tells you that the reason it's casting such a glow is that it's waning.  It is a dying star...  It feels rather fitting now after he points it out.  You give him a wry smile and point out how the largest one is also burning bright, but how it reminds you of him because it's the one the others are centered upon.

"For all the things I have seen... Lifetimes I have lived... At times, I still feel as though I am lost among them."

Well, that's something you can commiserate with him about.

It isn't so much as being lost but never finding out just where your place is in the world. It almost feels like a disservice as a child of men to be permitted to live amongst those you do, knowing you'll never perceive things with the same eyes, never experience anything more than what your brief existence will allow.

He muses that we are all made from stars. You don't believe that to be true.

Maybe the king has drunk too much to feel such a way. A first, you suppose.

Arguably, there are many parallels between yourself and dying stars.  Irritatingly radiant.  Are an array of jagged edges.  And most importantly, are burning up time by merely existing.

"What are we?"

You were soliloquizing but acknowledge what a vast topic you're inquiring about. Furthermore, it's absurd to implore such nonsense when your present company has no qualms about expressing whatever thoughts are at the forefront of their mind.

After all, what invisible bonds could tether the Elvenking and a lowly human to another? You may speak the same languages but you don't exactly sing the same songs.

"We are misplaced stars..."

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Wounds heal. Scars remain. An additional element was inelegantly written into your composition. Perhaps if you're ever given a child, there'll be enough to tell an extraordinary tale.

Maybe.

As the leaves turn so does your mindset. Nearly being slain awoke the dark, dormant beast that hungered for purpose. So training and hunting now take up most of your days. It feels incredible wielding weapons again. It gives you a sense of normality. Of worth.

You vow to yourself - no distractions. No more pilfered wine. Nor late-night rendezvous that end in tit-for-tat sparring matches between yourself and a certain Elvenking.

Good ol' Legolas volunteers himself as the target of your pent-up anger and ever-mounting frustrations. You suspect Tauriel is the brainchild behind the idea and knowing how Legolas is, he'll bend to her whims to keep her pleased.

Moseying along back to your chambers after a particularly grueling day, the explicit clamoring sounds of nauseatingly familiar moans echoed into the near dark vacant halls.

Not your business...

It's all you say to yourself as you trudge along and do your best to ignore it.

But this gnawing feeling claws and pierces as every breath forces its way out from the confines of your chest. It's dizzying. It's enraging. It's - something else altogether.

It's an appalling combination of combatting emotions.

A chimera of malice and esurient desires.

Tauriel and Legolas have always said these halls wouldn't survive the unremitted onslaught of colliding storms...

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Short brumal days and glistening hoarfrost dusted along the towering trees signal the approach of the winter solstice and with it, the somber mood of your monarch which extends to every facet of the woodland realm.

Lately, everything rankles the restless king.

Most days, he couldn't be bothered enough to leave his quarters, so anyone requiring reprimanding and a figurative spanking would be summoned directly.

Legolas was no exception. Having stood beside your friend while being chastised, it appears whatever distresses Thranduil is causing a noticeable rift in their relationship. You lend a sympathetic ear whenever needed but mostly, you stay uninvolved.

Your presence is best left as a blur in the background. Much safer that way as well.

It works not rattling the cage. Keeping out of eye view.

That is, until you're summoned one evening just as sleep was about to overtake. It's rare to be asleep before the daylight breaks and of course, now's when your presence is urgently requested.

I better be getting executed to be getting dragged out of bed...

Expecting to unearth a ragged, wallowing drunk elf, imagine your astonishment when there aren't empty bottles strewn about. Or a seminude king splayed out enticingly across the chaise. Or worse, bed.

Instead, you're bombarded with personal recollections of your childhood through Thranduil's eyes.

"You used to sit by my feet, scrawling away on piles of parchment I gave you to keep quiet..."

It's a vague memory and you don't recall why he'd taken on the role of pseudo babysitter to a child he disliked. Just the feeling of being content. Protected. That's the impression that stuck.

"...I distinctly remember how much you hated my circlet. You used to call it my 'thorny crown' and try to stick flowers in it to make it prettier..."

That you do remember.

"Crown of thorns."

He smiles as you recall the unusual expression you used.

"Crown of thorns."

Since memories are being brought up, you recall some of your own.

"I remember being thrown into the dungeon... And Tauriel coming at some point to sit with me outside the door. She talked to me the whole night..."

"You were fascinated with my hair..."

"I didn't know the significance at the time... I was five."

"And you learned after the first time didn't you? So I say my methods worked."

He had a point, even if you wanted to slap the smug expression off his face. That experience is what established the odd rapport with one another.

As much as you enjoyed reminiscing, fatigue was taking its toll. You thank him for providing you with stories you wouldn't have understood otherwise without his input. Then without so much as a backward glance, you hurriedly attempt your departure.

As usual, it fails.

"You never linger."

You turn but rest against the doors, with door handles within grasp. Just in case...

"I don't follow."

"I can't get most to leave and yet, you won't even return. Why?"

And there it is. At least he was concise. Perhaps you'll be in bed before sunrise. That is, if things don't end in bloodshed first.

"This is why you had me dragged out of bed?"

You rub your tired eyes and sigh very loudly illustrating your irritation.

"There are plenty willing to acquiesce to your libertine pleasures."

It feels like all you do is repeat yourself.

"Not like you."

It comes out a growl and the words leave you stunned. Such a sentiment should be captivating. But, you're suddenly reminded of all the times everyone's had to endure listening to the king quelling his sorrows, and the illusion is broken. And of course, you feel the need to let him know this vital information. Does it matter? No. Will you angrily tell him anyway? Yes.

He seems jubilant at your exasperation. At your inability to rein in your emotions. And now, your petulant outburst gave him all the ammunition he needed. Not that he needed much. He knows how simple is it to agitate you. He's just burrowing himself into your skin, just because he can.

The absurdity would almost be amusing, if not for Thranduil's questionable state of mind.

But you know what it means to shoulder the burden of being one of the king's extra-special toys. Everyone's aware of how he handles them. And that is something you decided you couldn't deal with long ago.

But as he closes the distance between your bodies and reverently stares as if you singlehandedly hung the stars, everything became null and void.

Because desire trumps all forms of logic.

And indifference will later mask the humiliation.

Yet it doesn't discourage that foolish prepubescent fantasy you've harbored throughout your life from emerging. He finally acknowledges your presence. And you stupidly don't want to let that go. Because being the object of his want is akin to addiction and you crave to feel the crushing weight of such implications.

So when he corners you and earnestly begs, stay. The outcome is obvious. Trying to fight it is futile.

He's snagged you into his all-consuming orbit, there's no fighting the pull.

Assuming this will be like your usual trysts, you saunter towards the bed, discarding clothing, and position yourself on all fours.

Thankfully, emotions can't be seen in the shadows. It makes you appreciative such licentious avocations are relegated to the dark.

You hear the faint rustling of clothes being strewn about. Strange but not entirely unusual. You just keep your eyes trained forward because looking is too personal. So you wait anxiously and brace for the unexpected impact of the first glorious strike.

Instead, when he advances his touch is tender. Gentle. Carefully gliding fingertips upwards and downwards, studying the notches of your spine.

Only then do you feel the bed shift; accompanied by a halo of platinum tresses cascading over your shoulders. But the combination of the sharp nip of teeth ensnaring your earlobe, and the feel of Thranduil's pronounced cock rutting against your ass is jarring. Your body reacts in kind by jerking forward.

'I'm sorry' is all you muster up but nerves are jumbled because this is not how you saw this going.

And maybe it's irritation or the fact that he's aroused and desperately wants relief but when you're not responding as he'd expected, he quickly alters the course and instructs you to lay on your back. With hands at your sides, palms facing down.

You have it on good authority, mainly from the gossip overheard throughout the years, that no one else is subjected to this rule like you.

Perhaps it's for the best to have a semblance of boundaries, even if it brings forth unbidden feelings.

It keeps a manner of disconnect in moments like this.

He leans down and feverishly trails his lips along your jawline; gently grazing the hollow of your throat, sucking harsh marks into your skin.

And you strive to ignore the throbbing ache that becomes unbearable with every touch.

You let your mind go adrift, aimlessly staring at the intricate carvings of the ceiling.

But Thranduil isn't one to be ignored. He leaves hungry, wet kisses trailing down your neck, lingering over your pulse points, and not-so-subtly scraps his teeth along your clavicle.

Defeated, you arch into him trying to get more of the feeling of his body on yours.

It's stupid, willfully allowing such attentions when in the end, you'll walk away empty-handed and secretly heartbroken.

However, you're a besotted fool and the instincts that should be telling you : Run you fucking idiot, are shamelessly cast aside at every stroke upon your heated skin.

And the way his hands greedily rove over your body and the utterly divine feeling of his cock gliding between your folds; how every thrust caresses the swollen bundle of nerves, beckoning his body closer with a wrap of your legs leaves no room for pretenses.

"This could feel better. If you'll allow it..." Your heartbeat feels foreign and lodged in your throat. "Would you like that?"

His voice is a mere husky, whisper yet manages to pierce to your core.

Of course, you want more. So much more. But those somethings come at a price neither are willing to pay. You should leave. Now. But the way he touches you feels enticingly sinful. And his hot breaths against your skin only further fan the unforgiving flames he's ignited.

Nodding, wordlessly agreeing to whatever he wants, because you needed relief from the affliction he's burdened you with - This strange emptiness he's singlehandedly exhumed and plans to bury himself in its place.

And when he entwines one of his hands with yours while the other makes its way between your thighs to fist the length of his dick, rubbing the leaking crown along your soaked slit, you wonder how far he intends for this game to go.

His forehead rests against your own. Harsh huffs of stifled breaths through gritted teeth cut through the stillness. It echoes loudly between your waiting lips.

He's overwhelmed with ire, shame, and the realization of his want. And the desperate pleading moans you're rewarding as he experimentally borders the forbidden barrier he's hungry for have him careening on the edges of reason.

Goheno nin... Goheno nin... Gohe-

He hopes someone is listening.

That perhaps his guilt will be expiated with whispered invocations.

Nonetheless, his conscience doesn't hinder his efforts.

And the words are leaving his mouth quickly, dripping with impatience, "Touch me."

Such allowances weren't usually permitted and you hadn't a clue where to begin. It's one thing to fantasize, it's another for it to come to fruition. With caution, you tentatively trail your fingers over the alabaster skin on his chest and can feel the patterns of damaged flesh. Before your eyes can catch a better glimpse, his teeth nip at your lips before eagerly swiping his tongue in your mouth, needing no further invitation.

It's an effective enough diversion. So effective you don't flinch when Thranduil is repositioning himself to comfortably sink down against you. Nor at the fact that the head of his cock has been rimming your hole this entire time.

He claimed he'd never stoop so low...

He swallows your cries as his cock breaches the sanctum between your legs.

Holding you firm as he pushes in.

It's excruciating. Unexpected.

However, you welcome the pain and all its consequences.

Maybe this is what happens when stars collide.

A detonation. Chaos. Then inevitable collapse.

And he gives no quarter; frantically thrusting into your cunt, welcoming the warmth of your silken walls enveloping his shaft, inch by agonizing inch until he's fully sheathed.

You bit hard enough for drops of rich ichor to coat your tongue. Serves him right.

Strange, intrusive sensations are amplified by harsh stretches incited by rough, erratic thrusts.

He begs you to touch him. To feel him as he feels you. You can only hold him close, letting the feather-light caress of your fingertips trace the topography of scars littered across the expanse of his spine. It takes all restraint not to raze your nails across the translucent silvery, marred surface.

It's the heavy panting against your mouth and how his tongue savors the taste of your name that leaves you yielding.

He takes and takes.

And you're more than willing to give him everything.

Because there's power in knowing you've reduced King Thranduil to nothing. There's a triumph hearing the guttural sounds of his imminent downfall.

Every time you clench around his buried cock, it disrupts the rhythm of his hips.

It's maddening.

And it aches.

Break me. Break me. Break me...

And he reminds himself again how much he hates you.

He raises your knees and roughly bucks into the suffocating heat of your cunt as his teeth find purchase in the crook of your shoulder.

In turn, you leave crescent-shaped indentations in his skin.

This is mutually assured destruction.

Once again, he asks for forgiveness. Because this feels better than it fucking should. And the tingly sensation trickling down his spine to his jerky, perfunctory thrusts marks the precipice he's barreling towards.

Closer and closer...

It's too much, yet not enough.

Hands scramble to grip and ground - something to tether to as the world shatters around him.

And tries to combat the feeling. How you feel around his shaft, how your breathy moans brine his lungs - feeds his ego. Because he has to have it all. And it's torturous. Desperate. His debauched soul leaves his body like fragments of stardust as the first rivulet of his come begins to spill inside of you. He finishes in broken, shuddering gasps and unrelenting, frenzied snaps of his hips.

It's the awkward silence and charting unfamiliar waters that cause both to flicker your eyes away when he hastily slips from your body, leaving an unexplainable emptiness, and slips across the room wordlessly to pour himself wine.

It's never been too late to start. Or too early, in this case.

You can't look at him now. Not after this.

So you quietly slip back into your nightclothes and tread lightly on bare feet towards leaving.

"We aren't finished."

You swear his voice can cut through steel with how resounding it comes off.

"I'm tired, my lord. It's almost daylight."

He notes the title. How you won't even spare his given name. As if it's a curse you refuse to speak of.

He'll coax it out, one way or another.

"I'm not finished with you..."

"I'm sore." It wasn't a lie. "Besides, you can snap your fingers and have another placeholder here in no time..."

"Perhaps someone with more endurance who won't lay about like a dead fish."

The infinitesimal morsel of affection he held in regards to you seems to have vanished with the rising sun.

"Right."

You want to excavate his chest cavity; peel it apart like pomegranate and grab hold of his cold, wretched heart, and eat it. Maybe then you'll be as empty as he is.

If he says anything else you don't hear him. You leave in silent fury without placating platitudes. You wander back to your bed chambers with a runny, sticky mess of Thranduil's come tinged with blood leaking out of you. The evidence of your last shred of innocence is gone.

It meant nothing.

It's the phrase you repeatedly recite in your mind.

To shield yourself from the aftermath.

You vow to wake tomorrow with vigor and to ignore the reminders marking your skin.

But tonight, you have the memories.

It changes nothing...

Another lie you feed yourself.

Because no one else gets the pleasure of seeing you break.

Spring will come again and so will the rains to wash the remnants of the season clean.

But to welcome Spring, one must withstand the harsh bitterness of Winter.