#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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[conversacomsmaug]

I couldn't help but notice that among so many obscene fantasies with Thranduil, I missed seeing something else like in a Mordern UA, Thranduil is the boss of the large company in which Tauriel is promoted and can't help but think about how his bastard and annoying boss It's sexy. Even in the Thranduil x reader interaction, I've been missing this obvious and sexy theme hehe Maybe I will, but I want to be a reader now, anyone?

[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

[vampyreelf]

It Was Good Seeing You, Detective

A/N: I AM BACK!!! Hopefully for good now. Sorry in advance about the bad court jargon, I did my best with the Law and Order experience I have. Enjoy!

Summary: You are a detective that was in charge of the case for Thranduil, he was accused of multiple murders but things go wrong and you go on a spiral.

Thanduil x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Murder, Obsessive Behavior, Creampie, Dubious Consent, Dark!

AO3 Link

GIF on @ladyalatariel

The media circus around this case was ridiculous, ever since the billionaire mogul, Thranduil was indicted for the murders, you weren’t a homicide detective for too long, only two years and many tried to take this case away from you, but you fought tooth and nail and they kept it with you, for the annoyance of many of your more experienced colleagues. Today was the day of the hearing for the case, to know what evidence the prosecution has against Thranduil and if the case will indeed go forward.

You arrive at the court steps, wearing sunglasses since you wouldn’t be able to see anything without them due to the amount of flashes. There was screaming and people following you with the microphone, trying to get a sound bite out of you. 

“Detective, are you positive that the philanthropist and billionaire recluse is guilty of these heinous crimes?” One of them yelled out, trying to keep up with your speed.

“No comment.” You said every 5 seconds, until you finally reached your partner, Aidan, who had a cup of Starbucks for you.

“Your favourite.” He hands you the drink and you thank him. “You’re a superstar, now hopefully when the trial ends they will leave you alone.” He laughs and you roll your eyes.

“Why don't they nag you as well? You’re in all of the photos of the crime scene and you were also on the video of us arresting him.” You drink from the cup and Aidan just laughs at you.

“I’m not the best face to be chased by the cameras, of course everyone wants to talk and film the good looking woman.” You roll your eyes and you enter the court, there you see the prosecutor, Thorin Oakenshield, he is the best and you’re glad he’s the one that is handling the case.

“Are you ready for this, Oakenshield?” Aidan teases and Thorin only laughs and fixes his tie.

“You’re kidding? I want to put all of the Greenleaf family behind bars for years, I’ll settle for the head of the family, the fucking cunt.” The three of you entered the courtroom and you have never seen that many people in a trial before, you were confident in the case you and Aidan built and you knew that Thorin would never go after what he dubs as “mob family with royal blood” if he wasn’t 100% sure.

You sit down at the closest row, behind Thorin and then you see him show up. He was wearing a suit which the cost of it could feed a small village and he looked just as cocky as the day you arrested him. His team of lawyers were there, letting him know the strategy and he was listening intently. You only met one of his lawyers, Tauriel, she was efficient and incredibly pretty, you wondered if anything happened between them.

Thranduil glanced at your direction and smirked, he teased you for so long in the interview room, you spent 12 hours with him and his lawyer until the DNA evidence, one strand of his long blonde hair was found in the victim’s car, the main thing that brought the whole case together.

“All rise for the honourable judge Elrond.” The bayleaf announces, and everyone stands up. When Thranduil stands up, he looks at you yet again. The way he looks at you is so profound, as if he can strip you of all your defences, and it unnerves you greatly.

“Alright, the prosecution will start with the hearing.” Judge Elrond sits down and everyone follows after him, Thranduil looks at you again, his lawyer was talking to him but he didn't break eye contact at all.

“Your Honour, we are here today to prosecute and give the full extent of the law to Thranduil Greenleaf, he tortured and murdered many victims and we are here today to present all of the evidence we have.” Murmurs start in Thranduil's camp, and they don’t seem to be paying attention to Thorin at all.

“Is there a problem, counsellor?” Elrond seemed annoyed already, he was known for his no nonsense approach and he hated theatrics in his court.

“The defence motions for the case to be dismissed, your Honour.” Tauriel speaks after checking her phone and then making sure to check a paper on the table, Thranduil looks at you yet again, and this time it seems that he has already won, which sent a shiver down your spine, somehow you knew this wasn’t good.

“Really? And why is that?” Elrond looks unamused, he is already losing patience with this whole proceeding.

“The defence would like to introduce one more piece of evidence to the trial.” Tauriel announced in all of her confidence, Thorin rolled his eyes.

“Objection, your Honour.” Thorin interjects. “The defence had many months to submit as much evidence as they wanted but they didn't, this is a cheap trick to avoid accountability.” Thorin roars, this was something none of you were expecting.

“The reason why it wasn’t submitted was because we weren’t made aware until now, your Honour.” Tauriel explained and Elrond allowed her to continue. Thorin motioned for you to come closer to him.

“Do you have any idea of what it could be, anything that I need to fight?” He was stressed but you truly had no idea, every single piece of evidence was obviously well handled and processed, you shook your head and he nodded at you. Thranduil was watching you intently while you were conversing with Thorin, his eyes never moving from your form.

“We want the evidence 137 to be dismissed.” The hair found on the victim’s car, one of many victims, the thing that holds this whole case together.

“On what grounds?” Asks Elrond, he is definitely intrigued and doesn’t bode well for Thorin.

“We are challenging the chain of custody,” Tauriel puts a tik tok video on the screen and it’s the lab geek in charge of processing all the evidence, it was a stupid tik tok dance done near his work station. “As you can see,” She zooms in on the evidence. “This was the evidence, and the person responsible is in the the video, his name is Mr. Bilbo Baggins,” Tauriel reads off her list and you take a deep breath. “As you can also see in the video, he is not wearing gloves, making a video on his work station, who’s to say that it was planted or even worse, wrong?” She looks at Thorin who is fuming, there is nothing he can do, if the chain of command is the one of the most important things for any evidence, if the chain of command cannot be scrutinised, the case falls apart. “We move for dismissal since all of the other evidence is circumstantial at best, blatant misrepresentation at worst.” Elrond looks at the case files and looks at Thranduil and Thorin.

“Very well then, the case is dismissed.” The gavel is banged and Tauriel smiles, the whole team is shaking hands with Thranduil, and he hugs Tauriel, it seems that this whole thing was her doing. “Mr. Greenleaf, you are free to go.” Elrond announces and leaves the courtroom, Thorin is furious.

You can’t believe this happened, you knew he was guilty and you were going to prove it, even if it was the last thing you do in this life. 

“How could you let this happen?” Thorin yells at you, he has been trying to get this family for years and it was just taken from him. “A case dismissed because of a fucking lab geek that can’t do his fucking job.” He kept yelling, he wanted heads to roll and yours looked about the right size for him now.

“Hey, you can’t blame her for this man…Y/N did her job, she did everything by the book.” Aidan defended you and you were glad, Thorin always had a soft spot for you, many nights after a win the two of you drank together and almost hooked up once, you have never seen him this angry, he grunted.

“It was her fucking department, the two of you go out there and find me some fucking evidence that I can use and arrest this smug fucking cunt.” With that, he leaves you and Aidan, you are still trying to process everything, thinking of ways on how to kill Bilbo and not get caught.

“We’ll get him, don’t worry.” Aidan gives your arm a gentle squeeze, and leaves you, he has another trial to attend.

Thranduil approaches you, his lawyers left so it was just him. He had that smug look on his handsome face, he knew that he won and he wanted to gloat.

“Detective, I came to tell you that despite your horrid treatment of me, I hold nothing against yourself or the police department, and I hope that you find the person responsible for those horrid crimes.” He had such poise, every single word was measured, every single movement was calculated, you wondered if that was the reason why he killed so viciously, why he tortured his victims for days.

“You got off on a technicality, but I will catch you, it doesn’t matter how it takes. Your ass is going to prison, you prick.” You got right in his face, you wanted him to know that you weren’t scared of him.

“I would love to see you try, pet.” For a moment, there was nothing in his face but pure, unadulterated rage in his face and that scared you, and as soon as it came, it went. “It was good seeing you, Detective.” He smiles and leaves the courtroom, his walk filled with confidence, as if he owned the world, and with the sheer amount of  money he has, it might as well be true.

You left the courthouse just in time to see Thranduil speaking to the media, probably to quell the shareholders of his ever growing empire, watching him with all the confidence in the world, he was born for this, he was incredibly charismatic, you remembered how hard it was for your Captain to believe that the billionaire Thranduil Greenleaf, who has royal blood that he was guilty of brutal murders like those ones.

You drove away and you were determined to chew out Bilbo for his fuckup, but you weren’t going to stop, you were determined to put Thranduil in jail. This was the biggest case in your career and you were totally fucked over here, it was infuriating but you were determined to get it right this time. You got into the building and everyone was watching the interview and people looked at you, there was pity and some smugness, as if to say that they wouldn’t fuck it up a case this big.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS BILBO BAGGINS.” You yelled out and people scattered away, no one has ever seen you this angry before, despite the profession all of you are in, you were usually quite chill. Your Captain leaves his office after hearing you.

“What happened?” Bard, your Captain asks you, he always had a soft spot for you, he saw you as a daughter, he had the parental role in the precinct.

“I’m here, I’m here.” He comes from the elevator with a scared look on his face. You turn to him and you come right to his face. “Woah, what happened?” He took a step back, clearly scared of you.

“A FUCKING TIK TOK VIDEO FILMED WHILE YOU HAVE THE GREENLEAF EVIDENCE ON FULL DISPLAY?!” Bilbo was now white as a ghost, the whole precinct was looking at the interaction, no one dared to say anything. “YOU FUCKED UP MY WHOLE CASE FOR SOME 10 LIKES?! YOU FUCKING DUMBASS.” You point into his face and he backs away, trying to figure out how to defend himself. Bard put himself between you and the man.

“Detective, what happened?!” Bard asks you again, you take a deep breath trying to calm yourself down.

“The case was dismissed because the lawyers questioned the chain of command showing this fucking dumbass with the evidence RIGHT BEHIND HIM.” You yelled out and Bard looked at Bilbo, who looked down. “I won’t stop, I will put that motherfucker in jail.” Bard nods in acknowledgment.

“Do what you need to do. I will authorise anything, now go cool off.” You bumped into Bilbo and  left the precinct and went home, you seriously could’ve killed Bilbo for fucking up your whole case.

“Well, you know what to do. Delete tik tok and don’t ever post anything at work online.” Bard instructs Bilbo who is on the verge of tears, nods his head and leaves back to the lab.

Getting home you open the huge case board that you created at home, every single victim, his bank statements, times of the murder and where Thranduil was at those exact times, there was nothing else you could discover, not without the bodies or forensic evidence. You started to read the case file again and put the video of your interview with Thranduil, without his lawyer for the first one, you came quite friendly into his office and asked if he knew anything about the disappearance of his intern.

“ Mr. Greenleaf, please take a seat. ”  You heard your voice through the laptop, mentally cringing about hearing your own voice in a recording.

“ Of course, detective .” His voice was even more velvety on a recording, it was rich and calming at the same time, no wonder he always had everyone hanging over his every word.

There was nothing in the files, if you wanted to catch him, he would have to make another mistake which meant people dying.

“ Forgive me for admitting this, but I don't know much about your career .” Now you noticed he was angry about that, his veneer was quite easy to crack if you knew where to poke. “ Can you tell me more about yourself, your great accomplishments? ” He basked in the praise but it was barely noticeable, you only noticed that after watching the footage, a barely noticeable smirk and an opening of the chest.

“ Some would say that I have what I have due to my family name and father, but the companies were national and I made them global, so I will take credit for that. ” His body language was relaxed, hand on the table and looking at you at all times.

“Well, it seems that it takes only 3 generations to squander generational wealth, so you certainly did the impossible.” Flattery didn't work with everyone but it might’ve worked on Thranduil, perhaps he assumed you were being genuine. You saw him bite his lips and look at your lips, he liked you, at least felt some lust.

“You flatter me, Detective.” He smiles but it doesn’t quite meet his eyes, he was getting impatient, you noticed that at the interview too.

“Do you remember your intern,” You put his photo on the table and Thranduil looked at it. “He was covering for your assistant who was on maternity leave, Lindir.” He doesn’t seem to react at first, trying to remember the face, but there was something there.

“Well, my assistants aren’t always with me.” His confident demeanor hasn’t changed, he was still in control and in a way, in control of this conversation. You were watching the video intently, trying to find any cracks of his facade.

“Of course, but he replaced your personal assistant,” He tilted his head, he realised you were fishing for information and didn't know how much you actually had. “One would assume that you would miss his presence, since you rely so heavily on them, especially him.” You point at the photo again and Thranduil looks at you, it was the same intense stare he was giving you at the courtroom.

“Believe it or not Detective,” He looks away for a moment, body language still confident. “I physically cannot keep track of my employees, once he didn't show up to work without a valid reason, he was fired and I found another assistant.” He dismissed the prerogative you were trying to build around Lindir. “Why do you ask? Is he claiming a hostile work environment?” He laughed and it was a real laugh, he was good at faking emotions, in your gut you knew he had none.

“He isn’t claiming anything,” You announce dismissively, you put the other photo in front of him. “He’s dead, found with a piano chord around his neck.” Thranduil looks genuinely surprised, he looks at you with unshed tears in his eyes.

“This is devastating, and I hope you find the person responsible for this.” He seemed so genuine, but you knew that this was all an act and he had something to do with this.

“Do you know anyone that had any issues with Lindir at your company?” More fishing, you had nothing and you knew that Thranduil knew it too.

“You will have to ask the company’s HR, any matters between employees go to them and Lindir was a great employee, no complaints from me.” You remembered this very well, you were about to ask another question when his lawyer barged in, Tauriel.

“Why are you speaking with my client without his lawyer present?” She spoke but Thranduil had his eyes on you again, it was as if he saw something in you, something that you didn't even see yourself.

“He hasn’t been accused of any crime, counsellor,” You told her plainly, you had no evidence and both of them knew that. “This is just a few questions in regards to his former intern.” You hated lawyers, especially the up-tight ones like Tauriel.

“We’re leaving, sir.” Thranduil got up from his seat without a care in the world, it was infuriating but you kept your composure. “If you have any other questions, please make sure to contact my office, otherwise we will sue this department for harassment of my client.” Tauriel left the room and it was only you and Thranduil again but out of shot of the camera.

“It was good seeing you, Detective.” He smirks at you, you remembered how cocky he looked.

“Mr. Greenleaf, please refrain from leaving the city,” He looks back at you, waiting for your next words. “In case we have some more questions.” You shrugged your shoulders and he left and you stopped the tape.

Since you now know for sure that you got a reaction out of Thranduil, you will be his surveillance, Bard gave you card blanche to do what you wanted and you were going to catch him before he killed anyone else. You decided to go back to the precinct and get everything you needed to start your surveillance on Thranduil Greenleaf.

“Surveillance tools please,” You tell the tech guy, he was quite nice to you. “All we have, even the new stuff.” You smile at him, and you look around. “Even the stuff you’re testing and no one but me knows, Grinnah.” It was true, you caught him once doing not so legal things that could get him in trouble, so you promised to cover for him if he shared with you everything he made, he was a genius.

 “Alright.” He was a man of few words but always so loyal, he grabbed cameras, audio equipment, everything necessary for surveillance but then he brought his big box and he opened it at the counter. “This is the only one relevant to you,” He grabs what looks like a key chain but it only has one button. “If you are driving or walking somewhere where you’re not supposed to be, press this button and it interferes with the cameras, they will glitch.” He hands it to you but rather apprehensively.

“I know the deal, Grinnah.” You put the device in your jacket. “If I get caught with this, I bought it from the dark web.” He smiled, relieved that you are holding up the end of your deal. “Besides, who would believe me anyways.” The two of you laugh and he still keeps his gaze on the floor.

“Thank you, ma’am.” He was incredibly grateful but that made you cringe.

“Never call me that again, I am only two years older than you.” You left with the box and then you saw your Captain.

“When I said that you needed to do what you needed to do, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, Detective.” Bard looks at the box and he knows that you are worse than a dog with a bone, you won’t stop at any cost, it was part of who you were, and why it made you such a good detective.

“We have no physical evidence that links him to any of the murders, he will fuck up and I will be there to catch him.” Bard sighed, if he told you no, it wouldn’t stop you.

“Fine, but keep me updated and don’t get caught. If his lawyer even dreams about this we will get sued and he will probably leave the country for good.” You beam with excitement, this is the best news you could’ve gotten.

“I will not, Mr. Bowman…have some faith.” With that you left the precinct and started getting everything ready for your surveillance.

You rented a car with tinted windows, black and generic not to call too much attention to yourself, so you could blend in the background, you put your car in near his apartment complex and you rented an apartment opposite to his, so you could watch him better, his apartment was in the penthouse so you did what you could with the department’s money, seventh floor but you had a great view of his apartment. The car was to follow him everywhere he went, his office, late night activities in particular, catching him in the act would be perfect for you.

Knowing that you couldn’t use illegally obtained surveillance in court, since you don’t have a warrant, but you still decided to bug his apartment, you slipped in with maintenance men that came to fix his pipe work, and using the gadget made by Grinnah, you made sure that no one would see you. Planting one in each room, and the last one was in his bedroom before anyone caught you.

Setting up shop at your basically new home, you brought all of the evidence there and now you were waiting. The first few days Thranduil wasn’t at home, he was in Rome, meeting with his son and shareholders, probably about his case and how he wasn’t going anywhere. In those days, you reviewed the evidence, looked at crime scene photos and notes of other detectives that found the other victims.

He was methodical in all of his killings, nothing left to change, the M.O. was always the same, except for the intern, Lindir. You always assumed this to be a crime of passion of convenience, but even then it was still methodical. With the piano chord, the penchant for the dramatics, it was him but he didn't take much pleasure in this kill, Thranduil tortured his victims first, he needed that alone time.

When Thranduil finally arrived from his many travels, he was locked in his study; the man preferred to work from home, unlike many in his position. He spent all day and most of the night in his study, you hear the odd pen scribbling away, the keyboard being used, you quickly notice that he spent many hours in silence.

After a full week of nothing, he receives the visit of his lawyer, the annoying one, Tauriel. She seemed on edge, but Thranduil couldn’t care less.

“Why did you pay for Lindir’s funeral?” Through your binoculars, you could see her pacing around his study, you really didn't like her. “You were accused of murdering him.” She yelled out but that only made Thranduil laugh.

“His family was ready to testify in my favour, an employee died while working for me. This is the least I could do.” Everything was so final with Thranduil, his tone of voice, his choice of words, everything. “If that is all, you are dismissed.” You saw that he didn't look at her and then she left.

It took Thranduil two more nights to bring a woman in his apartment, you saw them kissing and again, he was methodical in his approach, removing her clothes and guiding her to his bedroom, you could hear her moans through the recording, the way he was kissing her skin, again, it didn't seem genuine, as if he had a task to complete, but his grunts were genuine, he was still enjoying this. Seeing him and his skill on that woman made you painfully aware that you haven’t been properly fucked in a long time, Thranduil seemed to know what he was doing.

With the scene unfolding right in front of your eyes, you realised that you were horny. You admired his body, he looked so muscular, it was hard to see under his endless expensive suits, his perfect platinum blonde hair was still in place despite his unholy activities. When he removed his trousers, you audibly gasped, his cock looked monstrous, at least 17 cm with a sizeable girth, for a moment you thought how delicious it looked.

Instinctively, you reach your panties and you feel how wet you truly are. You play with your  clit, still admiring Thranduil. You knew exactly how to make yourself cum, and with his grunts and moans was even easier, and your ears naturally blocked out the shrill moans of the woman under him. You bit your lip to prevent moans escaping, it was dirty and slightly immoral but you didn't care, you wanted to cum.

“Cum for me, pet.” His words made a shiver run down your spine, remembering how he called you in the courtroom. “I want to see you falling apart for me, I want to corrupt you.” It was as if he was speaking to you, and then you came, hard, you yelled, the hot pleasure  running through your whole body.

“Fuck.” You were coming down from your high, fingering yourself lazily. Thranduil’s grunts were getting erratic, you knew he was close and you couldn’t wait.

“Hey, what…” The woman spoke and you heard his grunts, he was like an animal and you liked it. After a few seconds you heard the woman speak again. “What the fuck? I told you, you could cum inside.” Her granting voice took you right out of your lust filled state.

“You have five minutes to leave my apartment, before I call the police.” Through your binoculars you could see that Thranduil left the woman alone and he went to his bathroom, she was picking up her clothes and her face was covered with his cum, she grabbed her dress and put it on, used her panties to remove the cum, or least most of it off her face and left in a huff, slamming the door.

After at least half an hour Thranduil emerges from his bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, his muscles were slightly damp now, and he looked incredible, he must have a lot of strength, you pondered. Once he goes to sleep, you do the same, the orgasm made you tired. 

You woke up at around 6:30 AM, and you realised that you were in desperate need of breakfast. So you got ready and went to a nice bakery at the end of the street, the smell of fresh bread and baked goods made you take a deep breath, you went to the counter and ordered some bread and other pastries.

When you opened the door, you saw Thranduil and you stopped in your tracks. You weren’t in your usual work clothes, you had a little black dress since you didn't bring much clothes with you.

“Detective, I hope you are not stalking me.” He smirked at you, only now you realised how much he actually towered over you.

“I was going to Thorin’s house to discuss a few cases.” The fact that you were touching yourself because of him the night before didn't help your demeanor.

“Mr. Oakenshield? Yes, he does live nearby.” He seemed pleased with your answer, but then it came to you, how did he know where Thorin lived? “I have passed him many times in this very same bakery.” It was as if he could read your mind, he knew exactly what you were thinking, what you needed to hear.

“Well, I must go now.” Thranduil didn't move so you moved past him and went to the door.

“It was nice seeing you, Detective.” His voice dropped a few octaves, and it reminded you of the night before. You left the bakery and made sure that Thranduil wasn’t watching you.

Getting into your apartment you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, you needed to be more careful, but in your defence, Thranduil barely left his home, so you decided and it was delivery only from now on. While you were eating your breakfast, Bard was calling you.

“Sir.” You answered his call, knowing that he wasn’t happy with the fact that you still had nothing on Thranduil.

“Any news on him?” Bard was indeed losing his patience, he hates the fact that you were going nowhere and not taking any new cases.

“I am getting closer but Captain, give me another two weeks. I am close, I can feel it.” Bard took a deep breath, you were lucky that he had such a soft spot for you.

“Fine, but if you come up with nothing you will have to let this go.” You won’t, you can’t let him go. “Promise me, Y/N.” You take a deep breath and nod your head, even though he can’t see you.

“Alright, two weeks.” He hung up the call and you sighed relieved, you had some time and you could find something to get Thranduil.

It was now a week after you had that conversation with Bard, and you knew every single thing about Thranduil and his schedule, you know how he likes his coffee in the morning, how he likes to sleep against the wall on his bed, even his bowel movements were known to you. When he had to go anywhere you followed him with your rented car, and you knew his friends and business associates as well, you knew every single thing about him and absolutely nothing about the murders, you went through his apartment to find any evidence but nothing.

You were coming to terms with the fact that you might’ve been wrong, he wasn’t the serial killer you were looking for at all, or maybe he was but you couldn’t prove it. You knew that he was about to leave for a business trip to Switzerland, and for some reason you were on edge because of it, you were sure that something would happen, maybe he would kill someone there, maybe that is why he is leaving for long periods of time.

While your thoughts were on Thranduil, you saw the same woman around the building, you have seen her almost every day now for the past six days, so you knew there was something that she wanted, and if she wasn’t entering, it only meant she didn't have access to the building. You kept your eye on her and she left as soon as Thranduil left his building, she was interested in him, you watched his bulletproof SUV leave and you went back to looking into the cases one more time.

It was now 23:27, and you were getting ready for bed, when you saw the girl again, she entered through the maintenance door, she had a key but it seemed that she didn't want to be seen. You waited a few moments and you saw her in Thranduil’s apartment so you left and went to the building, you left your phone and you grabbed your gun, your badge, and also your gloves.

Once you left the apartment you were staying in, you pressed the gadget that Grinnah gave you, and the cameras wouldn’t be able to see you. You entered Thranduil’s building and saw the doorman, he gave you a smile and you were going to have to use your badge.

“Police, how are you doing, sir.” You smiled at him.

“Not bad at all. How can I help you, ma’am?” The older gentleman was incredibly polite and sweet, someone that has been doing his job for a long time and was happy with it, quite enviable.

“I have been assigned a stalker case for a woman here in the building, she is out now and I want to check the building just in case he did something.” You looked around and came closer to him. “The stalker is someone in the force, and nothing will be done. I just want to help a friend.” You knew that the sweet older man would sympathise with this situation and he let you go to the elevator. “Please, since he’s with the force it’s imperative that absolutely no one knows.” You looked at him and he nodded again.

“Of course, ma’am.” He nodded and let you go on your way, you went to the penthouse and when the door was opened, you saw Thranduil’s door open.

With your gun in hand, you entered the apartment and you saw the woman with a bag of blood.

“Freeze.” She put her hands up. “Police, do you realise what you are doing is trespassing?” She turned around and you saw her face, she was a redhead and quite pretty but younger than you. “What are you doing?” Confusion was the only thing you were feeling at the moment, you saw a bag of blood and some hair in a zip lock bag.

“Do you have any idea what he is? She yells out, tears streaming in her eyes, she is devastated. “He killed him, and no one gave a shit.” She cries again, and looks at her backpack. “So I will plant evidence in his bedroom and then I will call the police and they might start to investigate him.” Desperation reeked out of all of her pores, and you knew that all too well.

“That won’t work, do you have any idea how many cameras you passed through? They will look at every single one of them and they will see you. And he’s not even in the country now, he will get off free, again.” Your gun was still pointed at her still, she seemed determined and it didn't seem that she was going to stop.

“I was careful, and this will start an investigation to be opened again.” She was rambling, shaking and out of breath. “He can’t get away, he paid for the funeral.” She yelled again.

“Who was Lindir to you?” You enquire and she cries, she seemed to care about Lindir a lot.

“He was my boyfriend, I loved him so much.” She was getting angry again. “Which is why this pig has to pay for what he did, his parents believed the bullshit speech he gave at their house, but I knew, I knew the psychopath that he is. Please, you have to help me. You’re a cop, you know what I need to do it right, look at what I have.” She kneeled with her back to you.

You lowered your gun, everything was coming into your mind. Thranduil, what he was going to feel about this? This couldn’t be, this couldn’t happen, this couldn’t be at all.

“I have Lindir’s hair, and some blood that I stole from the blood bank I work at, if we scatter this correctly we can frame him, if you get the case, you can make sure everything goes well.” You put your gun back in your holster and you grab a pen on Thranduil’s coffee table, and you walk towards her, you had to do this, you had to get rid of her.

While she was distracted preparing everything, you jammed the pen on her carotid artery, blood was slowly trickling down her neck, she looked horrified and her eyes closed, you made sure to slowly lower her body to the ground. You needed to make sure that everything was in order.

Looking around you entered his bedroom and got one of his huge suitcases, it was heavy and looked expensive, so you decided to use it. You go back to the living room and you put the girl on the suitcase, her backpack as well, making sure that the pen didn't get out of her wound. Closing the suitcase you made sure that everything was in order, and you also took out the bugs you planted in all of the rooms.

You left his house with the suitcase, you went to the maintenance elevator and made sure no one saw you, it was late but you never knew, making sure the gadget was on, you put your hoodie up and put the suitcase in the trunk of your rental car. Your family had a boat at the marina, you were going to use the boat to get rid of the body, international waters.

Why did this girl do this? Why did she have to get in the way? You put the suitcase on the boat, not turning on the map since it would be easy to track where you went, luckily you know different currents so the suitcase can be taken far away from here. That is what you did, you threw out the suitcase, with the huge flashlight you were able to see the suitcase being taken away, as soon as you couldn’t see it anymore, you broke down. You were ugly sobbing, shaking, it was a mess.

You stayed like for at least an hour before you turned around to the dock, you went back to the apartment and you were determined to stop this, you killed someone, this took over your life, your mind.

‘Be honest, why did you do this?’ The voice in the back of your mind was screaming at you, but you couldn’t think about this at this moment, this was all too much, you knew that you couldn’t get back to work, at least not for a while. You went to sleep, determined to taking a leave, even if it was with no pay.

You were now at the precinct, this morning you deleted all of the recordings you had with the girl in Thranduil’s house, you were out of your mind now. Not speaking to anyone, you entered Bard’s office, you had bags under your eyes and they were red with tears being shed all night. 

“What happened to you?” He comes to you, for a moment he imagined that you were attacked.

“I can’t keep doing this, Bard. This case is too much, I don’t feel like myself.” You started crying again, and Bard hugged you, trying to console you. “I need to put myself together, please Bard.” Between sobs you let him know, the worst thing is that you can’t even be honest, with anyone, ever.

“Of course, take all the time you need. Just come back to your former self.” His words make you sob even harder, you don’t think that is possible, at all. You are fundamentally changed, you might not be able to be a cop anymore.

“Alright, I’ll see you around.” You put your sunglasses on, not needing your former colleagues to see you crying.

“Before you go,” Bard stops you, he is nervous about asking you this question. “Is Thranduil guilty?” He whispers, you take a deep breath.

“No, I was just obsessed with finding a killer and it got me destroyed. Don’t do the same, don’t let anyone in this department do the same.” He nods and you leave the precinct, not knowing if you were coming back here.

Getting to your own apartment you went straight to bed, you were exhausted and you needed to sleep for at least three days. And that is exactly what you did, you stayed in bed for three whole days, barely eating or drinking, mainly sleeping. After those three days, you decided to take a long shower and get your life together, you needed to get away from this city. After getting your hair done, you went to your AirBnB app and tried to find somewhere to go, somewhere remote.

You found a remote cabin in the mountains, no cell reception, and it was perfect for you. Since you had money in the bank, you decided to stay there for two months. Perhaps being away from everything and everyone will repair your mental health, trying to forget what you did yesterday.

It was now time for you to go to the cabin, you left all of your electronic devices, only taking books and hiking gear for outdoor passtime. You took out money since you didn't want to be tracked by Bard, you knew he was going to try to track you down, you paid the AirBnB with paypal so nothing would show up there, and only handling cash from now on would be good.

You were in the cabin now, it was gorgeous. Every day was the same, you got wood for the fire in the evening, having your breakfast looking over the mountains, then reading and going on a walk after dinner. But one thing didn't change, you were still plagued by Thranduil, all of your dreams were about him, you couldn’t escape him, trying to do anything else was only bound to bring more thoughts of him, of his body, his hair, his eyes, his cock and the mindblowing orgasm you had because of his voice.

You were now returning home, it was late at night but you still had Thranduil in your mind, it was like a plague in your mind, everything was still about him. You were still not ready to go back to work, maybe it was time to find something else to do, a few friends of the force mentioned P.I. work and how it is much less dangerous and it pays much more, maybe that is something you can do.

You unlocked the door of your apartment, ready to go to sleep and have your mind plagued by Thranduil yet again. You entered your apartment and as a bad habit you had, you didn't turn on the lights, you entered with your suitcase, you passed the door from your bedroom to go the kitchen and that is when you felt a blade on your neck, it was too quick for you to react, but the scent was oddly familiar.

“You don’t have to do this. You can take whatever you want, I haven’t seen you, just go.” You were eerily calm, all that cop training was kicking in.

“Why would I kill you, Detective.” Your blood ran cold, it was him, the man that was plaguing your thoughts for almost a year now.

“Thranduil.” You whispered, even saying his name out loud felt good.

“Were you expecting someone else?” He teased, his nose touched your ear, his arm was around your chest and you felt his strong chest on your back. “I missed you, Detective.” He whispered in your ear. “Why you’re not surveilling me anymore?” He knew, of course he knew, Thranduil was too smart.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You weren’t going to admit to anything, he couldn’t know everything.

“Don’t insult my intelligence, pet.” He growled and the tip of the knife touched your neck, it was so easy for him to lose his patience. “But not to worry, it took me a week to find the bugs in my house, you hid them very well.” His hand travelled to your breast and you didn't do anything, you were enjoying his touch, his attention. “And I knew there was only one person in that useless department that would be bold enough to put up illegal surveillance in my apartment, my impetulant little pet.” Thranduil brought you even closer to his body, you now felt his cock against your lower back. “Imagine my surprise when I arrived from another tedious business journey, and the listening devices were all gone, and the car that never got a parking ticket was also gone.” His nose touches your neck, and shivers run down your spine, his touch is magnetic, addictive. “So tell me, pet.” All this time and you still haven’t seen his handsome face. “Why did you leave?” His hand travels down your blouse, under your bra and he finds your nipple, he toys with it, with his thumb and finger, you suppress your moans and you don’t stop him either.

“It was a waste of my time, I had nothing on you.” He hums and opens the buttons of your blouse, he is not in a hurry to respond to you, since your bra opens from the front, Thranduil also opens it with ease, he slaps your tits roughly, you can’t help but moan, making him laugh wickedly.

“What else are you not telling me, Detective?” He couldn’t know, he had no way of knowing that you killed Lindir’s girlfriend, still playing with your tits he puts the knife on the kitchen counter, both of his hands are now on your breasts, he plays with your nipples, you put your head on his shoulder and he smirks. “Tell me, pet.” He whispers in your ear, his right hand travels down to your trousers, he opens it and he moves your panties to the side, and he feels how wet you are, you’re soaked. “You are too stubborn to stop, something must’ve happened, tell me pet, I would never judge you.” He inserts one finger inside you, making you moan, he was playing with your body and you didn't care, in fact, you were loving every second of it.

“I did something bad.” You breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t recognise myself anymore.” Your hand touched his, the one on your pussy, he was fingering you at a torturously slow pace, he wanted to tease you.

“Oh, my beautiful little pet.” He inserted another finger, and you moaned louder, he was stretching you so beautifully, his fingers felt heavenly. “Nothing that you could ever do is bad, tell me.” You felt his cock getting even harder, you opened your legs wider to give him more access.

“I killed someone.” His thumb goes to your clit, and you arch your back, moaning again.

“Shh, shh.” Thranduil starts drawing circles on your clit, hard and fast, you felt your pussy clenching around his fingers, he slowed down his ministrations. “Tell me what happened.” He encourages, and you are about to bare your deepest darkest secret to Thranduil, who better than him to share this burden with you?

“A girl.” You start, his continues fingering you, slow and deep. “Once you left for Switzerland, she entered your apartment.” You close your eyes, and Thranduil pulls your nipple making you flinch and moan. “I confronted her, and she told me that she was Lindir’s girlfriend.” He pulls your nipple again, this time you feel only pleasure coursing through your body. “She worked at a blood bank, she stole a blood bag, she also had Lindir’s hair, she wanted to plant the evidence in your apartment.” Thranduil starts fingering you hard and deep, the noises it makes are loud, you are soaked, your breathing gets shallow, your moans are louder and louder, you couldn’t concentrate on anything else but his fingers buried inside your pussy.

“What happened after that, darling?” His ministrations never stopped, he wanted you to describe what happened in your delirium of pleasure that he was giving you.

“I told her she couldn’t do it, but she tried to convince me, she wanted my help on how to place the evidence in the correct place, and help you pay for what you’ve done.” His speed increased, and you felt yourself getting closer to an orgasm. “I’m gonna cum.” You announced and Thranduil immediately stopped his fingers, you whined, why he was denying you, he pulled your nipple again.

“Go on, finish the story.” He whispers, and he starts fingering you at a torturously slow pace.

“I didn't do it and I grabbed a pen.” His thumb goes to your clit, his circles are quick and hard, you start clenching around his fingers again. “And I jammed the pen in her carotid artery, she died and I got rid of her body and the evidence she brought.” You felt lighter, confessing this to Thranduil made you feel better.

“Oh, my little pet.” He laughs lowly. “You are perfect, I knew there was the same darkness in you.” He kisses your neck, down to your shoulder, his fingers never being removed from your pussy. “Tell me why you killed her.” You tensed, and for the first time you tried to get away from his arms. “Ah, ah, ah…” He held you in place and slapped your tits. “Tell me, darling…tell me why you killed Lindir’s girlfriend.” You shook your head, you couldn’t speak on why, you knew the reason, you knew why you killed her. “Say it.” He growled in your ear, he knew, Thranduil wanted you to say it.

“Because of you.” You exclaimed, and he picked up his pace and his thumb on your clit as well. “I couldn’t let you go to jail.” You moaned and he was hitting your G-spot, your back was arched and you were about to cum, but this time Thranduil never stopped. You were clenching around his fingers but that only fueled him, your body was on fire, you were moaning and arching your back. “I’m gonna cum.” You announced.

“Cum for me.” As soon as those words were uttered by Thranduil, you came all over his fingers, you moaned and he helped you ride out your orgasm, he held you close and helped you, the fog of your orgasm was being lifted but his fingers were still inside you. “I told you I would corrupt you, darling.” You instantly remembered his words when you were watching him. “I always knew you were perfect, but this was beyond my greatest expectations.” He removed his fingers and you whined, feeling empty. “Do you want to know how I killed Lindir?” You nod your head enthusiastically, he is the only one that understands you. “It was a crime of passion, he made me lose hundreds of millions by his incompetence, so I waited in his atrocious car, in the back seat.” Thranduil drags you to your bed, he throws you and you are able to see him in all his glory. He removed his black shirt and trousers, he also pulled yours, with force.

“Fuck.” You whispered and his smirks at you, after your trousers were removed, he put his arms around you and he put the tip of his cock on your pussy. He entered it swiftly and you were stretched, you yelled because he gave you no time to adjust to his size, he was grunting and groaning and you loved every second of it.

“I had a piano chord in my office and that is what I used. I watched his useless life being taken by me through the mirror, it was incredible.” A deep thrust made you arch your back, his cock was huge, you had no idea how he fit you. “It excites me, darling.” He whispers and his thrusts are hard and deep, you were moaning and your nails went to his back. Thranduil put his hand on your neck and you looked at him, his eyes had lust, pure and unadulterated lust. “It was quick and easy, and I must say, you were the only one to come that close to catching me, I was impressed.” He slaps you and the sting makes you moan.

“And the others?” He thrusts again and you moan loudly.

“That is where you are so good at what you do, no one else would even dream of making the connection to me, you are special.” He admires you, Thranduil sees you for who you are and now while he was inside you, confessing his crimes to you, you never felt closer to anyone else, he was your perfect match.

“How many?” He laughs and picks up his pace again, he has incredible control of his body.

“Hundreds, I lost count by now, darling.” Your body is so hot, with him on top of you is even hotter but you need him, you need him closer, you need him to consume you entirely.

“Does anyone else know?” He kissed you for the first time, his tongue fighting for dominance and you gladly gave it to him, every single one of his actions was to dominate you.

“My son, Legolas.” He admits, your hand goes to his face and you admire his beauty, his lips parted, his pupils dilated much like yours too. “He helps me, I help him.” So he was also a killer, you wonder if they have a rivalry. “You are remarkable, darling.” Thranduil is as obsessed with you as you are with him. His thrusts get quicker and more erratic, he is close.

“No, Thranduil.” You moan and pull his hair. “I am not on the pill, you can’t cum inside.” Alerting him, he slaps you again, harder than last time.

“I own you.” He was scary like this, and the worst thing is that you loved every second of this, he was correct, he owned you completely already. “And by owing you, I will cum whenever I want and that will be deep inside your pussy.” You clench around him, your orgasm is approaching soon, your noises are pornographic, your sweaty bodies in your bed and moaning and grunting. He grunts and the two of you cum together, the heavy breathing as well.

“I’m a horrible person.” You tell yourself and Thranduil laughs, he takes his cock from your pussy and you whine at the loss, you never felt emptier.

“Oh, darling…” He kissed you slowly, his hand went to your neck and he made you look at him. “Soon you won’t care about such things.” Thranduil kissed your neck, his hair falling on your chest.

“What happens now? I am not a cop anymore, I don’t think I could ever go back.” There was no one else that you could open up that way.

“I don’t care what you do, but you are mine forever, darling.” He kissed you again, and now for the first time ever, you are at peace.

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"Solstice Feast"

Pairing: Thranduil/Tauriel

Themes: Smut

Warnings: Kissing | PIV Sex | Switch aspects | Doggy style | Hair pulling

Wordcount: 1.9K words

Summary: A drink to celebrate the winter equinox and a great victory leads to something else between the Captain of Woodland Realm Guard and her king.

Minors DNI | 18+ | This story can also be found on AO3

“You did well on the battlefield, captain,” Thranduil said. He poured a measure of fine golden wine for himself and another for Tauriel. “And I grieve for your loss. Tell me. Do you truly love the kinsman of Thorin Oakenshield?”

Tauriel accepted her cup and took a sip. “Kíli was a most steadfast and amusing companion,” she confessed, studying Thranduil keenly. The Elvenking was not pleased with the mention of the dwarf’s name. She could perceive it in the way he clenched his jaw and how his hand tightened around the cup it held. It roused her curiosity. “I grew quite fond of him.”

“Fond,” Thranduil said, draining half his cup in two deep swallows, “is not a word I would have expected you to say, certainly not after you wept over the slain dwarf’s body. Come now, captain. Speak true. Do you love the kinsman of Thorin Oakenshield?”

“I do not,” Tauriel said, her curiosity growing after relief flashed in the eyes of the king. “I mourn his death, yes, but I do not love him. Why do you ask such a thing, my king?”

“I merely wished to know, that is all,” Thranduil said. He finished the remainder of his wine. “And, I confess, I would not have approved of you aligning with one of the Naugrim. They are a doughty race and uncommonly skilled besides, but as the companion of an elven captain of your high standing? I think not.”

Tauriel finished her wine as well. Outside the tent set aside for Thranduil’s own particular use, elves, men, and dwarves ate and drank to celebrate a great victory and honor the winter solstice. Someone had already begun to sing; it would not be long before the others joined, and many sweet voices rose in song. Tauriel did not dwell on that. The king’s declaration captured her attention instead.

“Do you believe Kíli was unworthy of me?”

“Most certainly. There are others, Tauriel. Elves who are truly worthy. You should consider setting your eyes on one of them instead.”

“Other elves?” Tauriel said, unable to help herself. There was far more to what her king was saying, and she was determined to learn it. “I see. Pray tell me, my king, who are these other elves you speak of? Is it Legolas, perhaps?”

Thranduil shook his head. He still clutched his empty cup, his fingers white at the knuckles. Presently, he said, “No, Tauriel. Not my son Legolas.”

“Oh,” Tauriel said, narrowing her eyes to thin slits. Legolas was the Crown Prince of the Woodland Realm, and a fearless warrior besides. He should have been one of the worthy elves Thranduil spoke of. “Then Galion, or Feren. Even Angon might suit, I think. He is quite fierce in battle, and I find only you can surpass him as a warrior.”

The Elvenking made no attempt to conceal his growl of displeasure. Tauriel, now beginning to latch onto the real cause of his conduct, strode to him. She took the cup out of his hand and set hers and his down on the little table in the center. At length, she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief, “Or perhaps there is someone else. Someone far higher than even them in rank. Is that the truth of it, my king? Is there someone other than them?”

Thranduil took a step toward her. “There is none like that,” he said, lowering his head just enough to smell her hair. The heady scent of cedar filled him with every breath he took. “But I suppose Angon would suit, should you decide to seek him out. Will you do so?”

Liar, Tauriel yearned to say after having perceived Thranduil’s falsehood. Thranduil would not have approved of her seeking Angon; it was plain in his eyes. Nevertheless, she stood still, her body enveloped by Thranduil’s taller, larger form. Then she fought back the welcomed shiver that threatened to arise after he reached out and brushed his hand against her own. She would not yield so easily. Not until he freely spoke of his own feelings.

“Perhaps,” she said with an air of forced indifference, “and perhaps not. Angon may suit me as a companion, but he does not appeal to my desires like he should.”

“Oh?” The king arched a quizzical brow. “What does appeal to your desires?”

“Boldness,” Tauriel began, her breath hitching when strong but gentle fingers laced around her own. “A dash of arrogance. The willingness to take command. Those are the things that appeal to my desires.”

“The willingness to take command, you say,” Thranduil replied, intrigued. “Does this mean you desire to surrender to your companion in every way?”

“I do not mean complete surrender,” Tauriel allowed. “But it would be liberating, would it not, to let another take the lead?”

“Indeed,” Thranduil agreed. “Tauriel,” he murmured, his lips a mere hair’s breadth over her own, “this cannot go beyond the walls of this tent.”

“I understand, my king,” Tauriel returned, her heart aflutter, “but you must tell me why. So far, you have given me no explanation as to why you comport yourself so.”

Thranduil stepped back and looked hard at her. Tauriel, returning his gaze with equal resolve, remained uncowed. Seconds slowly melted into each other as a heavy silence settled between them. Finally, the king crumbled. He sighed and said, “I desire you. I have done so for quite a while. I guarded my tongue because you were... are… too young. Then there was your position to consider and mine. This is my explanation. Are you satisfied?”

“I am,” Tauriel said, gratified that the king did not attempt to deceive her this time. She closed her eyes again when Thranduil drew near, and his presence overwhelmed her. “And, like you said, this cannot go beyond the walls of this tent. The others will not understand.”

“They will not,” Thranduil whispered. He dipped his head and let his lips glide over hers. When the captain of the Wood-elf guard tilted her chin to meet him halfway, he rewarded her with a kiss that left her skin tingling. “Are you agreeable to staying a while and sharing my featherbed before leaving for the solstice feast?”

Tauriel grinned. “I would be a fool to pass up an hour or two of sharing unbridled passion with the king. I will stay.”

Thranduil grinned as well. “That is good then. Now undress yourself and get in the bed.”

Tauriel flushed, but she did as she was commanded to do so. She fumbled with the buttons of her woolen vest, the knots of her tunic, the clasp of her belt, and the laces on her undershirt and her boots. Still, she freed herself of her garments while listening to the king disrobing himself. She could feel his eyes on her the entire time, and when she finished and turned to look at him, she found lust and hunger burning bright in his sky-blue eyes.

“In the bed,” Thranduil ordered, though not unkindly, “if you please.”

Tauriel obeyed, her cheeks aflame as Thranduil walked toward her, unclad and unashamed. He pushed her down when he climbed onto the featherbed, and he kissed her anew. There was no tenderness this time in his kiss, only a deep longing to ravage and take. Tauriel grew bold. She let Thranduil kiss her before she suddenly spun him around and moved on top of him. Thranduil laughed triumphantly.

“Do you wish to command me, Tauriel?” He husked, resting his hands on her sides when she straddled him, and her weight settled over his thighs.

“For a little while, my king,” Tauriel said. She took hold of his hands when they moved up in search of her breasts and brought them back to her sides. “No, my king,” she added after a moment. “You cannot touch me anywhere besides where you are touching me now. Later, you may do so, but not now.”

The Elvenking let out a sound of impatience. “I shall do as you say,” he uttered and bit back a groan when Tauriel took his erection to hand. “I will only touch you where you want me to.”

Tauriel nodded in approval. She stroked his cock until it stiffened and twitched against her touch. Then, she moved forward—bracing her hands against his torso to steady herself—and fit his tip against her core. When she slid down onto him, Thranduil forgot all sense of himself. He arched his back when he found himself locked within the welcomed heat of Tauriel’s body, and his fingers dug into her soft flesh, bruising and marring them as she started to move. He opened his eyes, filled with a desire to see, and found himself being greeted by the sight of his length disappearing into her, her chest heaving, and her limbs trembling from the exertion of their lovemaking. He dared not move his hands. He kept them by her waist instead while she brought down her hips and ground against him, again, and again, and again, and her breath turned to ragged gasps. When Tauriel brought down her hips harder and faster than she thought she would, Thranduil cried out his pleasure.

“Hush, my king,” Tauriel warned. “The others will hear you.”

“The others will not hear me,” Thranduil declared with certainty. “They are quite occupied with their singing.”

What he said was indeed true, for the singing was now louder than before, and each word carried through the camp without hindrance. Thranduil decided to take advantage of this. He grabbed Tauriel, flipped her onto her back, and then turned her onto her stomach after he pulled out of her.

“On your hands and knees, Captain,” insisted the king as he made himself comfortable on his knees. “The time has come for me to take the lead.”

Tauriel heeded him, parting her legs and moaning when he slipped inside of her. Her nails dug into the furs beneath her while he thrust steadily and drove her closer and closer to her release.

Someone called from outside the tent. “My king? Are you there?”

Tauriel dropped to her elbows. She bit her lower lip and buried her face in her forearm to try and silence herself. Thranduil, on the other hand, continued without ceasing. “Yes, Feren,” he barked, “but I am occupied. Captain Tauriel and I have much to discuss. I will summon you and Galion some other time.” 

“Of course, my king,” Feren answered. He paused for a moment, and then said, “Galion and I shall await your summons in our tent.”

Tauriel lifted her head not long after. “I am certain he heard.”

“Feren will guard his tongue if he did, as will Galion,” Thranduil panted. He grabbed a fistful of Tauriel’s hair and tugged at it, though not ungently. The act gave rise to fresh sensations that were more powerful than the ones before them. They tore through Tauriel’s veins like trails of fire and brought about an orgasm that overcame her and blinded her to all else. She sobbed out the king’s name while he chased after his release, and she then heard it, him grunting in satisfaction as he withdrew and spilled his seed onto the pelts. Then she collapsed onto her side, weary from what took place, and she took a steadying breath as the world around her grew still.

The weight of the featherbed shifted. “Tauriel,” Thranduil said, brushing his hand over the tousled mess that was her hair. “Are you well?”

“I am well, my king,” Tauriel said. She turned onto her back and found Thranduil seated beside her, watching her. She smiled up at him. “I am just weary by what we did; that is all.”

Thranduil was relieved. “Just so. Stay and rest a while. Later, I will help you dress, and we can join the feast.”

[etherealeowyn]

etherealeowyn's masterlist

My requests are always open, so feel free to message me if you have an idea! I'll write for any character from Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit, Marvel, and Star Wars!

The Lord of the Rings

Aragorn

Legolas

Arwen

Eowyn

Elrond

Haldir

"My heart has and always will be yours" - Haldir x Fem Readers (Angst)

Boromir

Galadriel

Faramir

Eomir

Headcanons

The Hobbit

Thranduil

Legolas

Tauriel

Elrond

Thorin

Fili

Kili

"Blinded by your foolish jealousy" - Kili x Fem Reader (Angst + fluff)

Bilbo

Bard

Headcanons

The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power

Isildur

Holiday Confessions - Isildur x Fem Reader (Fluff)

Sauron

"Will you be my queen?" - Annatar x Fem Reader (Smut)

Elrond

"When you look at me like that my love, I don't think I could do anything other than give in to you" - Elrond x Fem Reader (Fluff)

"It's going to be okay" - Elrond x Fem Reader (Fluff + Angst)

Falling Snow - Elrond x Fem Reader (Fluff)

"Correction, they're looking at you" - Elrond x Fem Reader (Fluff)

Elendil

"I feel like this is a path I must follow" - Elendil x Fem Reader (Fluff + Angst)

Arondir

Gil-galad

"I love... Every... Part of you" - Gil-galad x Fem Reader (Angst + Fluff)

Valandil

Galadriel

Marvel

Johnny Storm

"The stars are bright tonight, aren't they?" - Johnny Storm x Fem Reader (Fluff)

Can't Take My Eyes off You - Johnny Storm x Fem Reader (Fluff)

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Fanfic writer interview

Thank you @errruvande @paula-in-dreamlandfor @ladyaldhelm for the tag!! 💖

How many work do u have on AO3?

13, not many as I was somehow afraid to step put of my cozy Tumblr bubble and start posting there. So I started reposting my fics on AO3 only this summer

What's your total AO3 word count?

86 072

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes

Feeling you 

Saved 

You are good 

Braiding hair 

Indelicate proposal 

What a surprise - all sihtric x reader fics 🙈 I've tried to write for other characters but nothing good has come out of it ( OK the two Masema fics are not that bad, but as he's just Sihtric's evil twin in my mind they don't really count)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always respond to comments! It's so heartwarming to receive them, to know someone took time to reflect a bit and leave me a comment. It's just natural that I say thank you and reply. I love you people who leave comments!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Angst is my second name, I love writing it but if I have to pick the angstiest ending then it's probably - Until the death us parts

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

The Curse - all happy ending are mostly just happy endings, but in this fic I give a happy ending to a character who dies in canon - namely Skade and I think it qualifies for the happiest one for exactly this reason.

Do you write crossovers?

No, not really. The closest to a crossover that I've written is probably - Until the death us parts as I put Sihtric and reader in Assassins universe but I don't really explore it much, it's just a background.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do write smut. What kind? All my fics are Sihtric x afab!reader, so ... no big surprises there.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, I've written several fics together with my dear friend and incredibly talented writer @little-diable -Traitor, Little Seer, Destiny is all I love writing with her, I love the brainstorming part where we come up with ideas and try to build up a story line, it's so much fun every time.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I'm not very much into shipping, but I like to think that Kili survived the battle and lived happily ever after with Tauriel.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I'm just about finishing the one that I thought I never will - Reunited Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4

What are your writing strengths?

Descriptions, moments stretching out and filled with all possible sensations. I can loose myself in such descriptions - how the wooden door feels beneath readers palm, how the wind felt on the skin, the sounds, the smells...

What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogues! Oh, how I struggle with them...

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I struggle writing a decent dialogue in the same language as the fic and you want me to try another?

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I'm fully consumed with Supernatural at the moment and I'm pretty sure at some point I will surely write a fic about Sam, just for me, for my own little guilty pleasure. I don't think I will ever post it.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

It's hard, and it changes depending on in what mood I am. At the moment it's probably Indelicate proposal -it's my love letter to Season 2 Sihtric.

I think everybody has been already tagged, so just go ahead if you see it on your dash and feel like doing it 💖💖💖

[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 (Tauriel rides reader'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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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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[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 😄

[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

[rogue-durin-16]

Characters I write about:

Kíli

Thorin Oakenshield

Fíli

Bilbo Baggins

Tauriel

Bofur

Legolas

Dwalin

Permanent taglist: @queenofmankind @randomparanoid

[rogue-barnes-16]

The Hobbit fanfics, imagines and requests

I'm rewatching The Hobbit trilogy (I've been a fan of Tolkien since I was little but I kinda drifted away from it for a few years) and I've been thinking about writing some fanfics.

I already have some ideas in mind but feel free to send requests, and also tell me if you'd be interested so I can tag y'all.

Also, I think I'm gonna make a second account for this fics, just so it doesn't get too mixed up and to have kind of a break from Marvel from time to time. Whenever I create the account, I'll inform y'all here.

Permanent taglist: @notexactlythatgirl @thisismysecrethappyplace @sofreakinmanyfandoms @pizzarollpatrol @bubblycypress87 @1a-girl-has-no-name1 @loislp @lovenaturefirst @dyanna-corona @2ptonpt @goodnightmode @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @mannls @cutie1365 @catch22inareddress @mybooradley @sebastianisasnack @butifulsoul125 @unlikelygalaxygiver @angelh1 @randomparanoid @welovecaptainamericaass @gabbie-is-sad @amisutcliff @andy497

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Whimsy's Seven Days of Ficsmas!

Requests are open for Christmas Fics! Stories will be posted between 16th and 22nd December and requests will be closed on 30th November, so get your asks in now!

Prompts:

Mistletoe: Maedhros/Maglor

Mulled Wine: Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken reader

The Longest Night Gothmog/Eönwë/Finarfin

Blind Man's Bluff (Victorian AU only)

Gift - Melkor/Maedhros/Mairon

Solstice Feast - Tauriel/Thranduil 

Mince Pies - Kermit Tully/Blackwood wife reader

Rules :

Fandoms I will write for: Apollo & Hyacinthus | Tolkien | Prince Nuada | ASOIAF/Fire and Blood/HOTD only

Characters I will write for in Tolkien stories: Elves and Ainur only.

Other AUs I will write for Tolkien stories: Medieval AU/Fall of Valinor Au/Victorian England AU/Prosperity of Nargothrond AU

Please specify if you prefer soft/fluff, NSFW/Smutty, Dark/Dead dove.

I will not repeat prompts nor character(s)/ships, so requests will be taken on a first-come, first-served basis.

I will not reply requests if proper details are not given.

For reader inserts: Please specify if the reader is to be AFAB, AMAB, or gender neutral

Ships: If the pairing appeals to me, I will write for them.

I will not write any sexual or dark content featuring minors.

For smut: Please mention your wants/do not wants.

For dark content: I will take requests for death, violence, dub-con, non-con, and incest.

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A ROSE AT TWILIGHT 🌹🌙

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[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)