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[vampyreelf]

Dragon Sickness

A/N: This is kinda of a continuation of It's Has Always Been You but you don't have to read it, but you should lol.

Summary: Thorin is not the same since entering Erebor, and that worries you but the sex is completely different now, especially when he's jealous.

Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Warnings: smut, some angst, breeding kink, let me know if I missed anything else.

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GIF on my main @ladyalatariel

Finally back in Erebor, you and Thorin were back in the halls of his kingdom and the two of you couldn’t be happier and with Smaug finally dead was a relief even though you could see the destruction he brought to Lake-Town and it made your heart sad, you only hoped that everyone was alive and well. But now, you could see Thorin was different, something was wrong with him. Thorin was obsessed with finding the Arkenstone and all of the company, including you were trying to find it, he was barking orders and overall unpleasant to be around but you paid no mind to that, you were happy to be in your home after so long.

You approached Thorin, he seemed to be talking to himself but you needed to speak with him, this was getting too much, him being inconsiderate and threatening everyone, including poor Bilbo and accusing him of having the Arkenstone. The two of you were now in your bedroom, the place still stank of dragon but you paid no mind to that.

“Thorin, my love.” You announced yourself but he didn't look at you, but he raised his head. “Are you alright? You should eat something, it’s been a long time since you ate last.” You approached him and rested your head on his shoulder but he moved away from you. “Thorin, please tell me what’s the matter. You have been behaving differently since entering Erebor, please talk to me, I’m your wife.” The fact that the two of you told each other everything and now you couldn’t be more distant hurt you a lot.

“They must’ve betrayed me.” His hushed voice and demeanor, as if he was speaking of a grand conspiracy was absurd to you, but you decided to listen to him, despite the circumstances, you missed his voice greatly.

“What do you mean, my love?” Indulging in his delusions didn't seem like the best idea but you weren’t perfect, and Thorin has been speaking in riddles for some time now.

“One of them has taken the Arkenstone.” Thorin whispered, getting closer to you, speaking directly into your face. “They betrayed me, and the hobbit…he is definitely hiding something.” Thorin was walking pacing around the bedroom, trying to explain what you can only assume his ramblings, he approached you at a great speed. “You are the only one I can trust, my sunshine.” He called you his sunshine many times, because you were the one thing that brightened any room he was in, like the sun. “We must find the culprit, the villain that betrayed me.” He touches your cheeks rather forcefully, he seemed out of his mind.

“Why do you think there is someone hiding the Arkenstone from you, Thorin?” You touched his arm, getting closer to him and he took a deep breath, it was hard to believe that anyone would do this, and why would Thorin believe this after everything all of you went through.

“BECAUSE WE CAN’T FIND IT.” His loud voice made you jump, he has never yelled at you before which scared quite a bit, you never felt that way with Thorin before, even he was a bit rougher with you in bed.

“Alright, I will leave you to it. I think you should spend some time by yourself.” That made Thorin anxious, he needed you near him, you were the only one he could so you leaving was not an option for him.

“No, no…I apologise.” Thorin apologised, it was as if a switch flipped inside him. “Please, stay with me, please allow me to hold my wife tonight.” He knelt in front of you, his forehead on your stomach and his big, strong hands holding your hips. “We shan’t talk about this anymore, I have my home back, I am king now and I want to be with my queen, to hold you, my sunshine.” Thorin was a proud dwarf, he never begged, not even to you, it pulled at your heartstrings.

“Alright, Thorin…let’s sleep and hopefully things will be better tomorrow.” He nodded his head and the two of you got ready for bed, not saying anything, it was clear as day that something was clearly wrong with Thorin but you had no idea what it was, ever since entering Erebor,  he has been…different.

The two of you got in bed quietly, this day and Thorin’s antics drained you completely. But Thorin was restless, he hadn't stopped grunting and moving around in bed which was rather distracting, he stopped moving all of the sudden and you thought that was the end of it. That was when you felt his lips on your back, his strong hand on your thighs, teasing you.

“What are you doing, Thorin?” Your legs were already opening for him, you could never resist your husband at all.

“I want to make love with my wife.” He turned you around manhandling you and he kissed you roughly, and you moaned into the kiss, hands moving to his luscious hair but then Thorin grabbed your wrists and put them on top of your head. “I want you to keep your hands on top of your head.” He grabbed a piece of fabric and binded your hands together.

“Alright, Thorin.” You nodded and his lips connected to your jawline down to your neck, you moan, his hand moves to your breasts against your nightgown, he was acting like a starved dwarf and you were his last meal, but you weren’t complaining but you wanted to touch him.

“Thorin, please.” Your voice was strained, he played with your nipples while he was biting your neck down to your shoulders, your senses were overwhelmed, Thorin was all over you and it didn't seem he was going to stop anytime soon.

“Fuck, I need you on all fours.” Before you could process his words, your husband turned you around and your ass was now in the air, your hands were still bound in front of you, so you used your elbows to balance yourself in bed. “How I missed your pussy, my love.” Thorin pulls your nightgown to your waist and without warning nor preparation enters you and you screamed in pleasure, his cock filled you up deliciously but you always needed time to adjust to his size.

“Thorin.” You were chanting his name like a prayer, his cock was hitting the perfect spot inside you, and you were dripping, Thorin put his finger on your clit and the circles were quick and small, the familiar knot on your stomach was growing, when pleasure took over your whole body, your toes curled and you screamed with the amount of pleasure but Thorin didn't stop, his thrusts were hard and deep with an incessant pace. “Thorin, please.” You couldn’t formulate any words, you could only hear his deep grunts and moans.

“Your pussy is so tight, wife.” Thorin pulled your hair in one of his hands and your back arched even more, his thrusts were getting even harder and pain and pleasure were getting hard to distinguish. “I’m close.” He grunted and without warning he spilled inside you, grunting and moaning, his seed warm inside you, being sensitive and all it was more noticeable how much Thorin spilled inside you. Thorin turned you over and removed the fabric from your wrists and kissed you, it was deep and rough but you didn't mind, you were spent.  “You did so well, sunshine.” He smiled and pulled you to his chest, it wasn’t long until the two of you were fast asleep, not even having time to clean the mess.

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He was acting differently again, he was obsessed with finding the Arkenstone and was being rude to everyone, Bilbo the most and you the least. He spoke in riddles in regards to the Arkenstone, all of the gold, he wasn’t the same man you met in these same halls for the first time. You were outside, hearing Thorin yell out orders to the company, you had no idea what to do.

“Y/N.” You gasped when you saw Bilbo, he looked concerned due to the tears on your eyes. “Are you alright?” He sat down next to you, it seems that the two of you were the only ones noticing what’s going on so far, a kindred spirit of sorts.

“No, Mr. Baggins.” You look at him with a sad smile, all of your emotions were all over the place. “Thorin never treated me this way, ever since we lost Erebor…he has been trusting me in all matters, taking my advice into consideration even if he didn't take action, and now? He doesn’t even listen to me, I am at a loss.” You cried into his shoulders and he comforted you, Bilbo was the only one that understood you. “Please, not a word to Thorin…I don’t know what he would do if he found out about my doubts.” 

“Of course, I will never say a word.” The two of you smile at each other and look at the city of Dale, something is coming, you can feel it.

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The elven army came and they were in Dale, they were about to attack but that’s when you saw Bard on his horse, perhaps a compromise can be achieved. He spoke of Smaug and also Thorin’s promise, and your husband touched on the army of elves, Bard asked for an audience and you urged Thorin to listen to him.

“If we can avoid war, we should consider it.” Whispering so only your husband could hear it, he nodded at you and went down to speak with Bard, you didn't follow him since you thought that would anger Thorin.

You heard Thorin’s screams, talking about being a beggar to the Lake-Town people, and how had no choice but to beg to reclaim his birthright. Thorin demanded the elven army to leave, and with that Bard left and no resolution was agreed upon. You took a deep breath, Thorin would get into a war rather than share Erebor’s riches.

Now the company was getting ready for war, Thorin looked so handsome in his armour but you didn't want this at all, you wished he would listen to you. You helped Thorin get into his armour, Fili and Kili were close to the two of you, and you were close to them, you helped Dis give birth to them, you loved them so much.

“Thorin, I must speak with you.” You whispered to him and he followed you to a small hallway, he was close to you. “Please, Thorin. There  must be another way, we have reclaimed Erebor, you are the king under the mountain, must we have war with the elves?” Pleading to him with tears in your eyes but he wasn’t listening to you, he was looking at your body, his hands found themselves in your waist. “Thorin.” You meekly protested but you couldn’t deny the fact you loved his hands on you.

“Once we defeat the elven lord, we shall make an heir, relieve Fili and Kili of the burden of being my heirs, and continue the line of Durin.” Thorin kissed your neck rather roughly and your eyes rolled at the back of your head but you needed to concentrate, you had a feeling he was trying to distract you.

“Then stop this nonsense, allow us to live in peace to raise our children and for you to rule, my love.” Thorin grunted, but he didn't speak against your statement, you might be getting through him, you touch his cheek softly. “Allow your beard to grow in your prosperous reign, my king.” Your husband closed his eyes, thinking about the future, your children running around Erebor, sitting on his lap whilst he was on the throne, pulling on his beard. Thorin spoke once that his beard will only grow after reclaiming the mountain and that he did, he did the impossible but he’s not allowing himself to settle down, still the young prince trying to find a home in the blue mountains.

“I only want the best for our family, my sunshine.” He kissed you and left you to finish getting ready, why was he doing this? How you wished he was still the same Thorin he was before.

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All of the company was at the top of the mountain, and there was Bard and King Thranduil, Thorin put you behind him and he got the bow and arrow and got the elvenking to stop in his tracks, he saw you and smirked.

“There it is the little human that was found in my realm.” Thorin was visibly angry, both Bard and Thranduil looking at you. “Please, put some sense into your thick headed husband. War can be avoided if he allows his debt to be paid.” You could feel Thorin’s anger radiating through his body, you thought that you were getting through to him, much to your disappointment, you were not.

Insults were hurled, the Arkenstone showed up and Thorin almost killed the hobbit but only one thing was certain, war was inevitable. This was a nightmare, then Dain and his Iron Islands army arrived, but in the middle of all of this Thorin pulled you rather forcefully to a room, a room that was filled with gold, he locked the door and marched towards you.

“Did you enjoy yourself out there?” He barked, you’ve never seen Thorin so angry.

“My love, whatever do you speak of?” You were left utterly confused but that only seemed to enrage your husband even more.

“Do not play coy with me, I have seen the way they ogled you.” His nose touched yours, you felt his breathing on your face. “MY WIFE.” Thorin yelled out, you decided not to react and afraid to admit the fact that you enjoyed your husband this way, so possessive of you.

“Thorin, stop saying this…” He didn't let you finish your sentence.

“Did you enjoy it?” He holds you in place, you feel his rings on your skin. “Did you enjoy a man and an elf ogling you? Do you enjoy being desired by them, tell me.” Thorin looked like a predator, he walked and you stepped back, falling onto the gold your husband hoarded in this room. It was extremely uncomfortable but at this moment, you only cared about how much anger Thorin had and how it turned you on.

“Thorin, please.” You had no idea what you were begging for, Thorin smirks, he loves the power he had over you.

“I will have you on top of my wealth, and you will give me a son, an heir to continue the line of Durin.” The dwarf ripped your clothing off your body, which made you gasp, his rough hands, warrior hands go to your breasts, making you moan wantonly. “My queen moans like a common whore.” Thorin slapped your breasts and you yell out, the pain and pleasure merging as one.

���Thorin, please.” You spoke with a ragged breath, touching him, making him remove his clothing. “I need you inside me, my king.” That made Thorin’s dick twitch, you referring to him with his title in such a desperate way was powerful to him.

“Do you, now?” His hand grabs your face and he kisses you roughly, it was all teeth and tongue and you loved it, moaning into the kiss. “Tell me that you are mine.” Despite the wanton lust you were under, you knew what he was feeling, insecurity and that would not do at all.

“You are the only one for me, my king. I am yours, Thorin. Forever.” Speaking in such earnestness brought a wave of emotions into your husband’s heart, he loved you so much and the fact that you were half human, he often worried that you would leave him, you were his One, there’s no way he’d survive you leaving him. “I love you, Thorin Oakenshield.” He kisses you again, this time slower, more passionate, full of love.

You could feel Thorin’s hard cock on your thighs, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and he grinded against your pussy. Thorin starts kissing your neck, down to your collarbone and your hands going to his long hair.

“Thorin, don’t make me wait, fuck me.” Hurriedly he enters your pussy, you are obscenely wet, and both you and Thorin groan, he bites into your shoulder and his pace is unforgiving, you feel the hardness of the golden coins but you didn't care, his cock was hitting your favourite spot inside you. “Thorin, fuck.” Your moans were travelling around the room, but you didn't care who heard you, the only thing you cared about was cumming on Thorin’s cock.

“I will put a son in your womb, my queen.” You clench around his cock and Thorin chuckles. “You would like that, wouldn’t you? To swell with my child?” The noise that he makes with his thrusts with the gold was distracting but Thorin could see that you were close and he was too. “You will look so pretty walking around with my son in your womb in the halls of Erebor.” With that, you came on his cock with a scream and Thorin followed you shortly, you felt his seed inside you. 

After a few minutes Thorin removed his cock from inside you and you felt empty, but Thorin grabbed you and took you to bed, you were extremely tired and sore due to the golden coins.

“Rest, my love. I will be here with you when you wake up, I love you.” He kissed your forehead and you fell asleep on your husband’s chest.

[vampyreelf]

Motherless

A/N: Need you to know that I had no idea where this would take me, but here it is lol. Italics means they are speaking Sindarin.

Summary: You lost your mother at a young age and a non existent relationship with your father, and Legolas is the only one that ever understood you.

Legolas x Reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst (let me know if I missed anything else)

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GIF is from my main @ladyalatariel (but i haven't posted yet)

You live in Lothlórien with Lady Galadriel, she knew your mother incredibly well, they were born around the same time, in the years of the trees. But your mother is no longer here, and Galadriel and Celeborn took it upon themselves to raise you. She has died in battle when you were in early infancy, so you don’t remember her, you only know what Galadriel is willing to share with you.

Loneliness is something that you are used to, even with Celeborn and Galadriel treating you as their own, you knew that you weren’t and that broke you in a way. You enjoyed and valued your time alone more than anything else, you were known in Lothlórien for being a recluse, rarely going out to banquets and celebrations.

You were now reading in the library, as you always do when Galadriel came to you with a smile on her face.

“I have a request to make.” She announced touching your hair, ever since you were a child Galadriel loved your hair and playing with it, she was the only elf that could ever touch you anytime she wanted.

“Anything for you, Galadriel.” You closed your book and gave her your full attention.

“I have business to attend to in Rivendell, would you come with me?” You loved Rivendell, you and Arwen were close and she loved to take you there to visit it.

“Of course, I will start preparing for the journey.” Galadriel kissed the top of your head and you left her to go to your room and get ready for the journey.

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When you and Galadriel arrived in Rivendell, Elrond came to greet the two of you. He always had a soft spot for you as well, he was in the same battle that took your mother’s life and Elrond has always felt guilty for not being able to save her, even if he wasn’t anywhere near her.

“It’s an honour to have you here, Lady Galadriel.” He kissed her cheek and smiled, Elrond looked at you. “I didn't know you were coming, sweetheart.” Elrond was nervous, really nervous, that put you on edge and when you looked at Galadriel, she didn't meet your gaze.

“Galadriel asked me to accompany her, is there an issue?” Both elves shared looks and you were apprehensive, neither of them ever hid anything from you.

“We are hosting Thorin’s company, they are keen on reclaiming the kingdom of Erebor.” You had no idea where this was going but you had no idea why the presence of a few dwarves would affect you. “And a halfling.” Your face dropped, you knew exactly what that meant.

“You knew about this, Galadriel?” Your voice is filled with sadness and righteous anger. “You knew he was here and you allowed me to come?” Both of them looked down, not wanting to answer your questions.

“I only knew after leaving Lothlórien, and then not to disturb you, I decided not to announce it. I apologise.” You nodded your head, even though you were still angry, it wasn’t their fault that you had issues with him.

“It’s alright.” They knew that you were still shook up about the news and were only trying to be civil but they were happy about that.

“I’ll take you to your room.” Elrond guided you to the rooms and that’s when the hobbit found the two of you.

“Is that him?” Bilbo frowned, he has never seen you before.

“It is indeed, Mr. Baggins, this is Y/N. She is visiting us from Lothlórien.” He stretched his hand for you to shake, hobbits always seem to be happy and this one was no exception.

“Very nice to meet you.” You studied him for a few seconds, why did they have that you didn't? What attracted him to hobbits so much?

“I heard that you are helping Thorin Oakenshield’s company in reclaiming Erebor.” The halfling nodded his head in excitement. “Interesting.” You left without saying anything, it was weird knowing how much he preferred the company of hobbits than your own.

The next day you were talking to Lindir, he was less than happy with the dwarves in Rivendell and he was more than happy to vent about them with you. That’s when he came in with the halfling, Lindir left and it was only the three of you.

“You’re here.” Gandalf whispered, and Bilbo was confused. “You are your mother reborn.” He slowly came closer to you and touched your cheek, you knew that you should stop it but you didn't and you’re not too sure why.

“I’m sorry, but you two know each other?” You laugh bitterly, all of these unresolved emotions stir within you and it gets you to take a deep breath.

“You didn't tell him?” Gandalf looks down, at least he has the decency to be ashamed. “Your dear friend, Gandalf The Grey is my father.” Bilbo’s eyebrows shot up and his jaw was on the floor, the fact that he didn't tell people about you hurt.

“May we speak in private?” Gandalf spoke out and you nodded, the two of you left Bilbo by himself.

“What do you want to speak about, Gandalf?” Your tone was icy and it wasn’t what he remembered from you, at all.

“When did you stop calling me father?” You laughed bitterly, he had some gall, you gave him that.

“600 years ago, when I last saw you.” His head hung in shame, the truth of it was that he couldn’t bear to look at you, there’s nothing of him in you, only your mother and that hurt him, he couldn’t save her and he blamed himself.

“I apologise, I should’ve been better to you and for you.” Gandalf got closer to you, tears unshed in his eyes. “Would you like to accompany us?” You frowned, for someone that spent most of your life ignoring you, that came out of nowhere. “We should use this time to listen and learn more about each other.” He got closer to you and kissed your forehead, it was weird getting affection from your father after he essentially abandoned you.

“If I say no, I’ll be the unreasonable one and who knows when I’ll ever see you again.” You didn't want to admit that you wanted to spend time with your father, you barely knew anything about how he and your mother met, their love story and things about his life.

“You could never be unreasonable, I was the one that acted irrationally.” Gandalf smiled at you, but you could still see the regret in his eyes, and the guilt as well. “Come, I’ll introduce you to the company.” Your father guided you to where the dwarves were eating, it was a mess and they were loud and boisterous.

“Everybody.” All the dwarves looked at the two of you and it seemed that they weren’t too keen on elves, since they all looked at you with suspicion. “This is Y/N, and she will be accompanying us in this journey to Erebor.” It seemed that he was happy and proud of the fact that you were coming, Bilbo nodded his head and it doesn’t seem that he told everyone that Gandalf is your father

“Why a she-elf is joining us, Gandalf?” One of the dwarves spoke up, you assumed that he was Thorin, the leader of the company, his outburst didn't affect you at all, it was rather cute for you.

“Because I want to.” In his tone, all dwarves could see that there was no room for argument, so he just nodded and everyone made their introductions. They were wary but overall pleasant and they kept asking you many questions.

“How old are you?” Ori asked and you smiled.

“Two thousand years old.” All of them look at you in awe, and you decide that they are really nice dwarves.

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Gandalf told you to leave with the dwarves and hobbit and he would find all of you later, you didn't like this at all but you complied since the dwarves were nice enough company. All of you left Rivendell, and the one you talked to the most was Bilbo, it seemed that Thorin didn't like him at all and most dwarves felt sorry for him but never said anything in defense of the poor halfling.

After getting stuck in the orctown, and losing Bilbo, you had no idea what to do. You weren’t your mother, you were a healer not a warrior, nor a wizard like Gandalf.

“What is an elf doing with this lot of dwarves, eh?” The orc king enquiries, his flesh seemed putrid, even for an orc.

“An elf is forbidden to have friends?” Thorin looked at you with a smirk on his face, despite not being a warrior, you didn't cower under pressure, which impressed the dwarf.

The orc grunted and told another orc to warn Arzog that they had Thorin’s company in their custody. Suddenly Gandalf appeared and was able to help all of you to escape the disgusting orctown. If it wasn’t for him, you had no idea what would’ve happened, but you were still trapped in the orctown and more and more orcs were descending upon all of you, the dwarves and Gandalf made sure to protect you since you couldn’t fight.

All of you were able to escape the mountains and get on daylight which was your best bet since orcs hate the sunlight, all of you left but Bilbo. You were now healing all of the scratches of the dwarves and the aches in their bodies, Thorin finally saw how valuable you were and could help if there was a life threatening injury on any dwarf in his company. Bilbo showed up and it seemed that he and Thorin were finally getting along, which made you happy since you grew quite attached to the hobbit. When Arzog and his army showed up, all of you had to climb the trees, you grabbed Bilbo and put him on your back since he was having issues climbing, you assumed that he had never done this before.

“This is entirely unnecessary.” Bilbo protested being attached to you, but he never made any effort to let go when you were climbing away from danger.

“The words you are looking for is ‘thank you’’, Mr. Baggins.” You teased and he relented and in a hushed tone thanked you for saving his life, you were quite a nimble tree climber, doing it since your earliest memory in Lothlórien, remembering Galadriel watching you with a watchful eye, scared for your safety.

You saw Gandalf calling for the eagle King for help which made you sigh in relief, for the first time in your time spent with your father, his wandering nature made it beneficial since he had many friends and were willing to help as well. When Arzog finally showed up, Thorin moved to fight him, which was quite idiotic in your opinion, but there was nothing you could do to stop him. But that’s when you felt Bilbo and walked toward danger.

“Mr. Baggins, must I remind you that that is not a common foe. What can you do against such a creature?” You pulled him closer to you but he released himself from your grip.

“He is my friend and I will help him.” With his elven dagger, which looked like a sword in his hand, he went towards danger, you looked away, you couldn’t handle seeing him getting killed as well as Thorin.

But in fact they weren’t killed, Thorin was close to death but you knew he still lived but barely. The eagle flew away with you and you could see Thorin being carried, when all of you descended to the ground, you ran towards Thorin, Gandalf already there.

“Help him, please.” You nodded and you spoke the ancient language and Thorin woke up and you sighed relieved.

Now all of you needed to find a place to rest, and Gandalf took you to Beorn’s house, the skinchanger. He explained what he was to the dwarves and how terrifying Beorn could be in his bear form.

“Y/N, you will come with me and Bilbo, a wizard, a half elf and a hobbit is strange but better than a company of dwarves.” Gandalf decided and no one had a different opinion.

“Half elf? What are you then?” Bofur enquired and everyone nodded, they had no idea of your parentage and they were quite intrigued by you, all of them wanted to learn more about you.

“I am half elf from my mother and half Ainur from my father.” You looked at Gandalf, who was deep in shame, you were his only daughter and he allowed himself to abandon you for Galadriel and Celeborn to raise you.

“Ainur?” Bofur looked between you and Gandalf, the dwarf was smarter than most would credit him as. “That means that…” You stopped Bofur, while the other dwarves were still in the dark with everything that was going on.

“We should go speak with Beorn, shall we?” Both Gandalf and Bilbo nodded and the three of you left.

Meeting Beorn was pleasant enough, he took a liking to you, which didn't surprise Gandalf, you were the same image of your mother, considered the most beautiful she-elf, some would say even prettier than Lúthien herself. But now Beorn met all of the dwarves and everything was well, and now all of you needed to go through Mirkwood so you could reach Erebor.

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Now all of you were in the entrance of Mirkwood, the forest looked sick and you didn't like it. Gandalf entered the forest first, you and Bilbo were nearby and some of the dwarves not too far behind, it seemed that someone was speaking with Gandalf, and you knew that look, he was about to leave.

“You are departing, are you not?” He took a deep breath and looked down, that gave you all of the answer you needed, all of the thousand of years of pent up anger bubbled to the surface. “This is the only thing that you can do, isn’t it?” You walked away from the forest and Bombur was releasing the ponies.

“Not my horse, I will get back to Lothlórien today.” Tears were threatening to spill but you are determined not to let them see you vulnerable.

“Y/N…please, there are things that I must attend to, an evil that is taking hold on all of middle earth, Lady Galadriel…” You were sick of this, sick of him, angry at yourself for allowing yourself to think that he would change.

“I don’t care.” You yelled out and everyone looked at you stunned, you didn't even raise your voice once in this journey. “You keep doing this, why did you even invite me here? To abandon me again? You are unbelievable, father.” Sarcasm dripped through the last word and everyone was too stunned to speak.

“Father?” Bilbo spoke up and came closer to you and Gandalf. “Does that mean that…”

“The grey wizard married a she-elf in the first age, she had me but she fell in battle, and the great elf-friend abandoned his daughter in Lothlórien for the Princess of the Ñoldor and the Prince of Doriath to raise the child as their own.” Everyone had their jaws on the floor, that would mean you and Gandalf are father and daughter. “He prefers to spend his time with hobbits and other races rather than his own daughter.” The company looks down, you could drop a pin and it would make a thunderous noise.

“You know that if I could I would stay but you know what is at stake here, bigger things are…” You got closer to him, fury written all over your face.

“More important things, more important than your daughter.” Speaking as a matter of factly, something broke inside you and he knew it. “Go and be where you are needed, but never speak to me again, I won’t ever entertain you again.” With the finality of your words, Gandalf left to his own affairs, you were completely done.

“Y/N, don’t leave us, please.” Bilbo spoke in a soft voice, he knew that you needed to be near others, you couldn’t be alone at a time like this. “I know you want to be in Lothlórien, where it feels safe but we need you as well. We want you here.” The halfling was very perceptive, he knew that is all you wanted, to be wanted somewhere, by someone, all of the dwarves nodded.

“You are the prettiest one here, if you go, who will we admire?” Kili spoke and made all of you laugh, and they loved the fact that you were smiling.

“Come, she-elf.” Thorin spoke and you decided to follow them, going to Lothlórien would only have you fighting with Galadriel and Celeborn, you didn't want that at all, so you followed them.

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Something was clearly wrong, Bombur was in a deep sleep unable to wake up and all of you were walking around in circles, it seems that the Mirkwood forest had no end in sight. Just then the spiders attacked and you didn't remember anything else until Bilbo was able to free you from their trap, just then the woodland elves surrounded all of you and their leader was…

“Legolas.” He looked at you and for a few moments he was frozen, the last time he saw you was 900 years ago, you were always in his thoughts, and he was in yours. “It’s been a long time.” The elf came closer to you, his hands touching your cheek, admiring your beauty.

“You have always managed to take my breath away.” Your company couldn’t understand you, and the other elves moved away from you and Legolas, to give you privacy. “What are you doing in our woods, Y/N? With dwarves no less?” He holds your hand and kisses it, Legolas has always been a romantic and you love him for that.

“I wanted something different, Legolas.” He laughed and instantly dropped the subject, he looked at the dwarves with nothing but disgust.

“We will take you to the castle.” All of their swords were taken away, and you knew what that meant, they were prisoners.

“Legolas, they are not doing anything wrong. We simply wanted to get to our destination in a timely manner.” You didn't want your new friends to be prisoners at all.

“They were trespassing, my love.” He spoke with so much softness with you, Legolas was the only one that made you feel truly loved, and cared for.

“So did I.” You countered and he sighed, he could never argue with you, he would give you the moon if you asked of him. 

“Alright, my love.” He looked at the dwarves, if you spoke for them, he would tolerate them. “We will take you to my castle.” It was the only thing he spoke to the company and with that you retreated with Legolas and the dwarves following you, and then you saw Kili speaking with another she-elf, you remembered her name that Legolas mentioned once before, Tauriel, it was clear there was something there.

After getting to the castle halls, Legolas guided you to his rooms, he wanted to speak with you with all the privacy you two needed. Legolas was the only person that you ever made your feelings known about your mother, father and everything else.

“My love, I can see the sadness in your beautiful eyes. Open your heart to me, what has happened?” Legolas touched your hair, his eyes held nothing but concern and adoration for you, as he always had.

“My father, he was the one that convinced me to come on this journey.” Tears went down your cheeks and Legolas wiped them away, he had nothing but empathy on his face, Legolas was the only one that understood your situation. “But then he left, and I gave up on him, I don’t want to hear from Gandalf The Grey ever again.” The elven prince kissed you softly, if he could, Legolas would remove all of your pain if he could.

“He doesn’t deserve to have you as a daughter.” You smiled, he knew exactly what to say to you. “What can I do to make your pain go away?” His earnestness was one of the main reasons why you fell in love with Legolas.

“Explain to me why my father prefers the company of halflings and dwarves over his own daughter, why did he abandon me when I needed him the most? Why is his love for my mother not enough for him to raise her child?” Pouring your whole heart out to Legolas, your most vulnerable feelings laid out bare to him and there is no judgement, no condemnation, only love in his blue orbs.

“I will repeat the words you told me years ago, when I came to you about my father and losing my mother.” Looking down in shame, you knew what he was about to say but somehow it didn't stop the hurting, perhaps that is how Legolas felt when you spoke those words to him. “Your father not being there for you speaks only of his character, not yours. And you know how precious and esteemed you truly are, my love.” You kissed him, it was soft and slow but still full of passion.

Legolas knew what you needed and he was the luckiest elf on Middle Earth that you wanted him, and only him. He loves you with all of his heart, he dreamt of you, in his dreams you were in Valinor, and you sailed to Middle Earth and rescued him, in other dreams he saved you from disgusting goblins and orcs, and you were the beauty that he was unworthy of.

“I need you, Legolas.” You whispered near his soft lips. “Remember the first time we saw each other?” He smiled fondly at the memory, he placed his hand on your shoulder, touching your collarbone. “Being away from you brought me only grief, please stay near me for all of the ages of this world.” You have never been so vulnerable before, if Legolas rejected you, you would die of heartbreak and grief.

“My promise to you now is I shall never depart from you ever again, you are mine as I am yours. You are the light of Middle Earth to me, and I shall follow you anywhere, even the fires of Mordor.” Tears of joy fell down your cheeks, Legolas was everything you ever wanted, more than Gandalf’s attention even. The elven prince wiped the tears off your face, you would never cry out of sadness being with him. He kissed you with everything he had, all of the feelings in one kiss.

Legolas undid the bodice of your dress, he took his time enjoying the suspense of seeing you bare to him, and you were the same, seeing his perfect body in all its glory, you were truly bewitched by him and he by you. After kissing you, Legolas touched your plump lips with his thumb, admiring them, his blue orbs bore into your soul, he could see all of you for what you were, and there was nothing he didn't love about you.

He turned you around and he removed your dress, which pooled around your feet, Legolas got in front of you and knelt, his eyes held so much love it overwhelmed and delighted you at the same time, he grabbed your left leg and your feet went on his knee, he kissed your feet, then your calves, then your knee, then your thigh, then your right thigh, then your right knee, then your right calf, then your right feet.

“Know this.” Lust was evident in his lovely voice. “I shall worship you every time we are together, for you are deserving of nothing less.” Legolas got up and kissed your neck, and your collarbone, he grabbed your hands and guided you to his bed. “Lay down, my love.” You did what he asked, your naked back touched his silk sheets, which were almost as soft as Legolas’ lips on your skin.

“I crave you, Legolas.” He wasn’t teasing you but it felt as if he was, you couldn’t handle being so close and yet so far from him.

He knew very well of your cravings, Legolas suffered the same one in regards to you. The elven prince kisses your collarbone, going down to your breasts, he takes his nipple in your mouth, you moan and your hands go to his golden hair, feeling his braids on the side of his head. Legolas plays with your nipple between his forefinger and thumb, while the other is in his mouth, he groaned being so near you this way and your moans were like music in his ears.

Legolas kisses your stomach down to where you need him the most, you put your legs on his shoulders, arching your back, you were desperate for him, you needed him more than air at this point. He positioned himself and you felt his tongue on your pussy, and you moaned loudly and that spurred Legolas on, he loves your noises. Now he was as if he was starved, he was sucking, biting and tongue fucking you, it was loud, the wet noises travelled around his bedroom and you loved it. You grabbed his hair with all of your strength and Legolas groaned, he loved having his hair pulled by you. The knot on your stomach was increasing and you were breathless and you moaned even louder, the more you felt his tongue on your clit, he moved to your hole and his nose was on your clit and he fucked you with his tongue.

“I’m so close, my love.” You rasped and Legolas picked up his pace, he was determined for you to release on his face. “Legolas.” You chanted his name over and over again and that spurred him on even more, and with his tongue fucking you, you came all over his face and sheets, back arched and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“I love you.” Legolas spoke and he kissed you passionately. “And I you.” You responded with a smile, there was nothing else that you wanted than to have him inside you, to be as physically close to him as possible, to solidify your love even more. Your beloved aligns his cock against your pussy and he looks at you, he wanted to make sure you were alright, that you truly wanted this.

“Are you ready, my love?” You nodded with great enthusiasm, and he smiled, he cups your cheek with his hand and he kisses you. Legolas enters you and you moan, his cock was long and thick, and it fills you up deliciously, your moans were loud but so was Legolas’ groans and grunts. His thrusts were slow and passionate, his whole body was moving at a sensual pace, it hit the perfect spot inside you and your legs wrapped around his waist. “You feel divine, my beloved.” He groaned and he grabbed your leg and put it on shoulder and he hit a whole different place inside you which made you scream, Legolas felt himself getting close to his peak as well.

“Oh, Legolas.” You could barely think straight, the only thing on your mind was the pleasure he was giving you, chasing your own release and Legolas’ as well. Your bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, but you didn't care, you wanted Legolas as close as physically possible, and he was the same.

“Legolas, I’m close.” You yelled out and his thrusts grew more rapid and stronger, your nails digged into his back and Legolas bites your shoulder, the two of you reached your peak at the same time, trying to catch your breath, the two of you look into each other’s eyes, so much love can be seen without any words being exchanged. “We will have our own family, and love each other for eternity.” Legolas promises and you kiss him, and for the first time in your long life, you feel at peace.

[vampyreelf]

Daughter-In-Law

Summary: You are to marry Legolas, but when you spend time with his father, you have different thoughts.

Thranduil x Reader / Legolas x Reader

Warnings: Smut, a little bit of angst, cheating.

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GIF on @ladyalatariel

You were to marry the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas and leave your family in Rivendell. You have seen Legolas many a time but never got the courage to speak with him, only admiring him from afar. After evil was defeated and the ring destroyed, Elrond alongside the King of Mirkwood thought it best to strengthen relations between the two kingdoms so a marriage pact was struck between you, Elrond’s niece, who he has been raising since your parents died in battle, and the Prince, Legolas.

Your uncle came to you with the proposal, late at night and it was something that gladdened your heart.

“If the arrangement does not please you, another elf, although not as beautiful, will take your place. But know that you are the one that pleases Legolas and Thranduil the most.” Elrond touched your face and that made you smile.

“Legolas is quite handsome.” You looked away and Elrond smiled, he was quite protective of you, since you were incredibly young, only 62 years old, you are but a baby in his eyes.

“So I have been told by many elves in our kingdom.” The two of you laughed.

“I accept it, but I would prefer to spend some time with Legolas in Rivendell before departing to Mirkwood.” Elrond hugs you and he leaves pleased with the result, he of course would never force you into marriage, especially so young but he also knows that the relations between Rivendell and Mirkwood would take a toll due to your refusal.

Meanwhile in Mirkwood, news of your acceptance has reached the King and the Prince, who could not be happier with the news.

“It seems that you have a bride to be, Legolas.” His father, Thranduil spoke in his regal tone, giving nothing away to his son, who was as giddy as a human child with a new trinket.

“That warms my heart, she is the most beautiful elf I have ever laid eyes upon, father.” Legolas was so excited, he never gave much thought about marriage, much less marrying for an alliance but you? He would do anything for you, for your affection.

“Very well, she requests your presence in Rivendell before she moves permanently to our kingdom.” Thranduil reads from the message sent by Elrond, that was non negotiable.

“Of course, I will go as soon as I am able.” If you asked for his heart on a silver platter, Legolas would give it to you. “Father, would you be inclined to come with me? Everyone would rejoice in seeing the King of Mirkwood supporting his son.” The Prince wanted to mend their fractured relationship, there has been some improvement but the road was still long.

“Yes, but I cannot stay for long. There are many matters that require my utmost attention.” Legolas was elated that his father was coming, and Thranduil couldn’t wait to see you.

“Perfect, I will prepare everything.” Legolas left the throne room and Thranduil smirked, things were going according to plan.

Everyone was in Rivendell, Arwen was helping getting you ready, you were so happy to share this moment with her.

“You look marvellous, your love story with Legolas starts now.” The two of you laughed together, and you got up, the dress was gifted by Arwen from Gondor and you loved the deep purple colour, you also had a headpiece from your mother, with diamonds and rubies.

“Arwen, I want the deep love you and Aragorn have, how I envy you, my dear cousin and friend.” Arwen smiled and hugged you deeply, like her father, she is also quite protective of you.

“And you shall have it, my love.” Your cousin touches your face and you smile, you can feel her love and it warms your heart. The two of you heard a knock at the door. “Come in.” The door was opened and it was Aragorn, and Arwen went to him with a smile on her face.

“Are the ladies ready?” The King of Gondor looks at his Queen and then you. “My dear cousin, you look marvellous, Legolas will surely have his heart out of his chest.” Aragorn kisses your cheek, he knew of Legolas’ feelings for you since the fellowship, he described your eyes for hours on end, and how lucky he would be if you gave him your favour.

“Thank you, Aragorn. Is Legolas here yet?” You were thrilled about the prospect of being Legolas’ wife and his future Queen, but for now, you were content in being in his presence.

“Yes, he and his father arrived a few hours ago and he cannot wait to see you.” Aragorn wanted nothing but happiness for the two of you, Legolas was his biggest friend and you were Arwen’s cousin, friend and confidant, this would have to work.

“His father? One would assume that the King of Mirkwood would stay in his beloved kingdom.” You have seen Legolas’ father only once, you were still a child and he came to negotiate with your uncle, and you were intimidated by him, one would say, scared.

“Legolas has informed me that it was at his behest, and to signal that he does indeed approve of the union.” You nodded at his declaration, one small glimpse when you were younger isn’t enough to form an opinion on someone, especially not your father-in-law and future king.

“Well, that settles it then. Shall we go to the banquet?” The couple nods at you and you smile, excited about seeing your future husband.

With Arwen on his right and you on his left, Aragorn guides the two of you to the banquet hall, one of the elves announces you and the King and Queen of Gondor, Legolas was the first one to stand up and come to you. 

“My lady, you are breathtaking.” Legolas kisses your hand, his piercing blue eyes never leaving yours, the irony of him saying that you are breathtaking when he was the one that took your breath away by kissing your hand.

“My Prince, you are too kind.” You smiled and Legolas felt the heat on his face, you were perfect for him, and there is nothing he wouldn’t do for you already.

“I only speak the truth that my eyes allow me to witness, my Lady.” The two of you were completely engrossed in each other’s presence that Arwen and Aragorn could slip away and leave the newest couple by themselves.

“To think that you were apprehensive about Legolas and my cousin, it seems that they were made for one another.” Arwen beamed while looking at the two of you, and Aragorn kissed his beloved’s hand.

“It seems that you are correct, which concerns me since you always seem to be.” Arwen laughed and the two of them sat down while you and Legolas were still talking.

“Would you mind telling stories about your time with the fellowship, if you don’t mind?” You have heard many stories with Aragorn and Arwen but he doesn’t go into many details, it seems to spare your ears of such death but you don’t mind at all.

“Of course, I would be delighted in sharing tales of courage, friendship and even death, my love.” You looked at him surprised and Legolas looked even more taken aback than you, but you smiled and he seemed to lighten. “Forgive me, but I was driven to express my feelings.” You kissed Legolas on the cheek and he beamed, his heart was singing.

“It would be wrong of me not to encourage such affections, my love.” The words felt like honey in your mouth and you had no idea how to refer to Legolas as anything but.

“The Valar themselves have blessed me with you, my love.” Legolas kissed your hand again, in the moonlight his skin was even more gorgeous, his flowing platinum blonde hair was a cascade of beauty. He touched your beautiful hair, only admiring your beauty, to him you were the only elf in this room.

Unbeknownst to either of you, Thranduil was watching you intently. How his son only has eyes for you and how it seems that you are the same, also how you didn't even kiss him on the lips, how sweet and innocent you were.

“I give you my word Lord Elrond, your dear niece will be well taken care of in Mirkwood, she shall want for nothing.” Thranduil bows his head, and Elrond is relieved, he wants nothing but the best for you and it seems that you will have that in your new home.

It was now the end of the banquet, and you were ready to retire for the evening. You had the best time with Legolas, who was the only person that had your attention all night. Well, that wasn’t entirely the case, there was one person that you had fleeting glances with, the King of Mirkwood, Thranduil. The elf looked positively regal this evening, you could see where Legolas got his handsome features from, he was still as intimidating as you remembered but it also came with a great curiosity, what was he like? Legolas hasn’t mentioned him all evening, so you decided not to pry, your relationship was still in its earliest infancy and you didn't want to ruin anything, you couldn’t, you were to spend the eternity with Legolas, whatever curiosity you had of his father, it can be answered in the next few centuries.

“Should I accompany you to your chambers, my love?” The prince couldn’t even contain his smile when it came to you, his happiness was indeed contagious, you quickly realised that you loved that about Legolas.

“Of course, my love.” With your agreement, Legolas accompanied you to your chambers. The silence between the two of you was comforting, his arms were around your waist, his soft touch was heartening.

Once arriving at your door, Legolas put his hand on your cheeks and softly kissed your lips and it felt incredibly soft, your first kiss and it was perfect. His right hand moved to your hair, and his left hand to your waist, he was respectful and proper but also it felt good, his kiss was amazing.

“I've wanted to do this since I first laid my eyes on your form tonight.” His sultry voice gave you goosebumps, and you smiled fondly at him, the confession made you warm.

“One wonders if you have done it, and scandalised all of Rivendell, and most of all my uncle.” The two of you laughed softly. “You shall have all eternity to kiss my lips, and I yours.” Those prompted Legolas to kiss you again, and he twirled you around afterwards.

“You are such a tease, my love.” Legolas put you down in front of your door again. “I hope you have a great night’s sleep.” The Mirkwood Prince kisses your hand.

“You as well, my love.” With that, Legolas left and you entered your chambers.

Gracefully you removed the headpiece off of your head, your mind filled with thoughts of Legolas, but at the back of your mind, his father, Thranduil was ever present. His regal and imposing figure was etched in your mind, you still had many questions about the King but you were too intimidated to ask Legolas, even less ask Thranduil himself. Now you were ready for some rest, and your dreams shall be of Legolas, your beloved and future husband.

“You are delicious, absolutely irresistible.” The elf kissed your neck again, your breath was shallow, biting your lips to stop the moans from escaping. But he suddenly stopped kissing you and looked at you with such intensity that you were taken aback. “Never deprive me of your lovely noises, they are mine only.” He kissed your collarbones, your moans now no longer trapped on your throat. Your hands went to his platinum blonde hair, and you pulled it, this time he was the one making him moan.

“I want to consume you fully, tell me you are mine.” He whispers in your ear, his big hand pulling up your dress, touching your thigh as well.

“I’m yours, all yours.” You chanted, as if you were possessed by pure lust, perhaps you were.

“Yes, all mine.” His hand touched your pussy and your mouth opened slightly, a moan escaping. “No one else will ever satisfy you, not even Legolas.” His finger expertly entered you making you gasp, his thumb making small circles on your engorged clit.

“Thranduil.” You kiss him again, pulling his hair.

You wake up feeling aroused, the dream threw you off slightly, for a moment it was as if it was Legolas, but that was not the case, it was his aloof father. It was a great dream you cannot lie, but this was all it was, a fantasy, a childish fantasy. You got ready for the day, you were used to waking up quite early, so you decided to take a walk alongside the river.

The sun was shining and everything looked perfect, it was extremely helpful to calm your troubling thoughts about your eventful dream about the King of Mirkwood, you wondered if he behaved that way in real life. You felt guilty, you knew that Legolas would never appreciate the troubling thoughts you were thinking, it made you feel dirty.

“My Lady.” The velvety voice of King Thranduil stopped you in your tracks, you looked behind you and he looked positively regal, his broad shoulders were imposing, and his handsome features gave nothing away.

“King Thranduil, forgive me for I assumed to be the only one here.” You curtsied the elf king and he bowed his head to acknowledge you.

“I am quite accustomed to being awake in the early hours, I wasn’t expecting you to be an early bird.” His lips curled in a hint of a smile and you smiled as well, your opinion of him being intimidating was slowly eroding with a small smile.

“Since early infancy I have been awakening in the early hours, it is simply how I was made.” How are you being more open to your father-in-law than your beloved?

“And how perfectly made you are.” He whispered, his face and voice gave nothing away, it was as if he didn't say anything at all, but he was truly awaiting your reaction.

“Thank you, my King.” You had nothing else to say, of course his words provoked a reaction that you weren’t expecting, a reaction that Legolas didn't give you, your lips parted slightly and your pupils dilated, and of course, Thranduil noticed, it was the reaction he was aiming for.

“One must speak the truth as one sees it, wouldn’t you agree?” You nodded, afraid of what else you might reveal to Thranduil, you felt as if you weren’t in your body, as if he was controlling it. “I am incredibly pleased that you are to marry my son, no other has a beauty such as yourself, my Lady.” You smiled at him again, not finding the correct words on how to express yourself, were you uncomfortable? No, you were in fact quite at ease with the Mirkwood King, you were…not accustomed to such compliments, Legolas was the first one to be so unabashedly forthcoming in his infatuations, now you know from whom he gets it from.

“You are far too kind, my King.” Those are the only words you allowed yourself to utter in front of him in this moment, anything else might betray the thoughts or even worse, the dream you had about the King.

“I have been accused of many things, but kind hasn’t been uttered for a millenia.” He jests and it makes you laugh, it disarms you completely and Thranduil gets closer to yourself without you noticing it. He admires your features, the same way Legolas was but his eyes carry something heavier, something that Legolas doesn’t possess in his blue orbs.

Thranduil decides to push your boundaries once again, he gently grabs your hand and kisses it, holding eye contact for a few minutes. You say nothing, you are lost in his deep blue eyes, the storm of emotions held in them overwhelm you, but you dare not to move away, you want his warmth, you want his skin connected to yours, you didn't want this moment to ever end.

“Will I see you at the banquet tonight, my Lady?” His voice was sultry, it suited him completely. It invaded your senses in a way you didn't think possible, you felt it deep inside you.

“Of course, my King.” You smile, feeling the effect of his voice on your cheeks, they are warm.

“Then I shall see you then, for now I must attend urgent matters with Lord Elrond.” And just like that, he left you. And you missed his warmth and imposing presence, but you took a deep breath and carried on walking but the thoughts about Thranduil were now in the forefront of your mind.

The banquet came rather quickly, and you were speaking to Legolas, Arwen and Aragorn, but your eyes were looking for Thranduil, and he was speaking with Elrond and not looking in your direction. You were confused, did you do anything to make the King angry at you? He seemed so at ease in your company, but now it seems that he has been personally offended by your presence. But you tried to take your mind off of it, and enjoy your beloved’s company the best you could. Now after a few hours, it was only you and Arwen and you still have Thranduil in your mind, so you decide to ask Arwen some questions.

“Dear cousin, when you first met Aragorn…” You whispered to her, afraid of anyone listening in your conversation. “How did you feel? Did you feel things deep in your being?” Arwen smirked at you, she knew exactly what you were talking about.

“My dearest cousin, you are full of surprises.” Of course she would tease you about this. “Of course, and I am sure he will be quite understanding, share with him your troubles.” Arwen leaves your presence and you ponder on her words, maybe you should talk to Thranduil about this.

It was now time for Legolas to accompany you to your chambers again, and you barely spoke with him but you still enjoyed his company, but Thranduil invaded all of your thoughts this evening.

“My love, have I done something to offend you?” Looking at him shocked you fervently shook your head.

“There is nothing that you could ever do to offend me, my love.” You kissed his cheek again and he smiled at you. “Sweet dreams, my love.” Legolas kissed your cheek and went back to his chambers. Once he left you took a deep breath, you needed to speak with Thranduil.

As if you had summoned him, Thranduil appeared behind you and he looked as handsome as this morning, his crown made him look even more regal, his outfit made of the finest fabrics in Middle Earth and he seems to know how handsome he looks.

“My King.” You curtsied and he bowed his head in acknowledgement again, just like this morning.

“Forgive me for being so forward but you look absolutely ravishing this evening.” Again with his sultry voice, and the deep feelings within you come alive again.

“My King.” You enter your chambers but you leave the door open, Thranduil enters your most intimate room, not even Legolas has laid eyes on it, and here he is, inside your chambers, and it’s overwhelming. He locks the door and comes closer to you, his scent is overwhelming, his presence covers you completely. “Thranduil.” You whisper and he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes.

“Yes, say my name again.” His arm goes around your waist and he pulls you closer to him, his strength was surprising when it shouldn’t be since you know he’s a formidable warrior.

“Thranduil.” You whisper again, you cannot help but to obey him. The King has an indescribable pull on you, almost as if you can’t help but be under his spell. “What have you done to me?” You look into his blue orbs, looking for an answer and he looks at you with nothing but desire.

He kissed you deeply and passionately, his other hand going to your hair to keep you in place, your hands placed on his broad shoulders. His tongue fighting for dominance with yours and without much of a fight he has it, his lips travel to your jaw, down to your neck, it reminds you of your dream. You moaned and Thranduil looked at you, he admires you with nothing but lust now.

 “You awakened something within me, things that I cannot describe.” Your fingers travel to his lips, they are perfect, incredibly soft.

“Desire, that is what I have awoken in you.” He kisses your neck, it seems that he can’t resist you, the same way you feel about him. “And you have done the same to myself, feelings that I thought were thoroughly killed within me.” Thranduil pulls you even closer, his warmth was all over your body and you couldn’t get enough of it.

“This is wrong, what about Legolas?” You are ashamed of your actions, thinking about your sweet Prince, and here you are entangled with the impetuous King.

“My son,” Thranduil raises your dress to your thigh. “Needs a wife, an heir,” Both of his hands put your dress around your waist, the cold air made you shiver, making you incredibly aware of how wet you were. “Which I do not, and I cannot justify a marriage to a lovely Lady,” He inserts a finger inside you, and you moan, he smirks. “Such as yourself.” His rhythm was slow, he was getting to your body, your sweet reactions.

“But I want you.” You whispered, eyes closed and lips parted. Thranduil had his gaze fixed upon you, you spoke your heart so freely, he envied that about you. “I need you.” With that, Thranduil inserted a second finger inside you, making you moan a bit louder, your hands holding his shoulders to stop you from losing your balance.

“You shall live in my kingdom, you will be mine.” He growled in your ear, already incredibly possessive of you, you might be his son’s bride, but in reality, you were his, fully.

“Thranduil.” He picked up his speed, the noises from your pussy were pornographic, he was making a mess between your legs. Thranduil felt your pussy contracting against his fingers.

“Let go, I want to own your sweet releases.” He whispers in your ear, his thumb goes to your clit, you scream and Thranduil puts his hand around your mouth. “We wouldn’t want us to be discovered, my Lady.” With your mouth covered, he picks up his pace and your breath gets shallow, your eyes roll to the back of your head, moans still escape but Thranduil looks at you with but lust. “Let go.” He whispers, and as if he had complete control over your body, you cum all over his fingers, Thranduil looks down, admiring your pussy and your juices. He helps you ride out your orgasm, he slowly removes his hand and kisses you more softly but still with the dominance expected from a King.

“What happened?” You asked after regaining your breath, even with Arwen being your best friend, you didn't have the courage to ask about more mature subjects such as this.

“When the pleasure I give you is too great, it releases in such a way, it is believed this is the biggest pleasure an elf can experience.” Thranduil removes his fingers and you immediately feel empty, but his fingers go to his mouth, tasting you in great delight. “And you are the sweetest of them all, my Lady.” He kisses you again and you also taste yourself in his tongue, you moan into his mouth.

“Is there more?” You genuinely wondered, which made the Mirkwood King laugh, a genuine and hearty laugh, something you never thought to hear from him.

“Of course there is, but this will be something you will experience in Mirkwood only.” Thranduil kisses your forehead, and looks at you with something that was hard for you to place. “Now, sleep.” He made sure that you were in bed, after sleep overtook you he watched you for a few minutes and left your chambers.

You woke up and somehow you felt different, you didn't remember seeing Thranduil leaving but you missed him, you missed his body close to yours, and especially his fingers inside you. He was the only thing in your mind, all consuming and the worst part of it was that he was leaving today for Mirkwood. You started to get ready for the day, and hopefully getting a glimpse of Thranduil.

Once you were ready, you went to the main hall and there it was Legolas saying his goodbyes to Thranduil. Both men stopped to look at you, Thranduil’s face gave nothing away, as usual and Legolas’ face lit up seeing you, his beloved.

“My love, my father is going back to our kingdom. But do not fret, we shall see him soon.” Legolas all but drags you to where his father is, and not for a second his eyes deviated from yourself.

“My King, I hope that your stay in Rivendell was satisfactory.” You curtsied him again, one thing that he loved seeing you do.

“It was, and I shall see you in Mirkwood, my Lady.” He bowed his head in acknowledgment, he knew that he couldn’t stay here for too long. Thranduil mounted his elk and looked at his son. “See you at your wedding, Legolas.” With that he left Rivendell and he didn't look back.

“My love, I want us to spend time together, as much as we can. I want to know everything about you.” Legolas kisses your hand and guides you away to the gardens, and your mind is still on Thranduil and when you would be able to see him again.

After a decade of you and Legolas staying in Rivendell, and often travelling to Gondor to meet with Arwen and Aragorn, it was time for your wedding. The worst part is that Thranduil didn't come to visit his son at all, all you had of him was in your memories. Your relationship with Legolas only grew stronger but you still had his father at the back of your mind, you felt guilty about the fact that when Legolas kissed you, you couldn’t help but compare it with the kiss you shared with Thranduil, and you felt even worse when Legolas’ kiss felt short as well.

All of your belongings were being carried to carriages, Legolas was getting his horse ready, he was so happy about finally taking you to Mirkwood but you were nervous, seeing Thranduil after all this time. After many dreams of him, after comparing father and son, you will see him again.

“My love, I received word from my father and he is overseeing every single detail about our ceremony, your dress is ready.” Legolas kisses you with great excitement, his happiness is contagious.

“Has your father chosen my dress?” This was odd but this fact made you warm inside.

“I hope that doesn’t displease you, my father thought of a worthy gift for our upcoming nuptials.” You smiled and kissed him, he was so considerate of your feelings, you couldn’t ask for a better husband, and yet, you wanted Thranduil to be your husband, instead of his son.

“I am most pleased with this arrangement, and our ceremony will be filled with laughter and love.” Legolas visibly relaxes and smiles again, his only goal in life is to make you happy.

“Well, we shall be in Mirkwood in no time.” Legolas helps you get on the horse, it will be a long journey but you love horseback riding.

Arwen and other elves are helping you get ready for your wedding, and Legolas gifted you a crown worthy of a Princess, it was sent to you by Legolas himself and Arwen is carefully placing it on your perfectly made hair. You look stunning but the feeling at the pit of your stomach, the feeling that you should be marrying a King, not a Prince.

“You look even more stunning than myself at my own wedding, dear cousin.” Arwen hugs you from behind, he couldn’t be happier for you, she thought that you and Legolas were perfect for each other.

“The Queen of Gondor tells deceitful lies.” The two of you laughed and you hugged her.

“Are you ready?” You nod at Arwen, and she takes you to the room where Elrond and Aragorn were waiting for the two of you.

“You are a vision, dear niece.” Elrond kisses you, he will be the one to take you to Legolas, he will give you away to Legolas, while Thranduil watches.

You are now a married woman, and you married Legolas. Thranduil didn't take his eyes off of you, he is discreet but you feel his blue orbs on you, the King of Mirkwood has an intense but discreet stare. You were speaking with Mirkwood Lords and Ladies, they were incredibly pleasant and already addressing you as a Princess of Mirkwood. Legolas is now drinking with the dwarf, Gimli, he is boisterous but a good dwarf at heart.

“Will you be a more involved Princess in Mirkwood matters, Princess?” You smiled at the elves, it was overwhelming to think that you were a representative of Mirkwood, in Rivendell you could just be you.

“Whatever the kingdom requires of me it shall be done.” They smiled at your graceful answer, and conversation went back to a more pleasant subject.

It was now late at night, and you were getting ready to go to bed. You went to Legolas who was still drinking with Gimli, who was encouraging Legolas to drink even more.

“Shall we retire for the evening, my love?” You enquire and Legolas looks at you with a smile.

“You will have the elf for yourself for the rest of the days, lassie…let him drink.” He puts yet another glass of alcohol on Legolas’ hands making the two of you laugh.

“Alright, dwarf.” You kissed Legolas. “You shall have him today, and only today.” Legolas kissed you again, with nothing but love in his eyes.

“I will come later, my love.” You nod your head and go back to the room where you got ready, for some reason it didn't feel right to be in Legolas’ room without him. 

You were removing your jewels, and your crown, the room wasn’t lit but somehow you enjoyed only the moonlight entering the room. You admired the crown, it looked so pretty, and it made it real that you were now a Princess, the Princess of Mirkwood. But you were still imagining if instead of the crown of a Princess it would be the crown of a Queen.

“Do you approve of the crown, Princess?” His voice startled you, he was in the dark corner of the room. He slowly raises and comes closer to you, his skin, hair and crown illuminated but the moonlight, he was utterly perfect.

“Of course, my King.” You curtsied him, and looked away, you were angry at him for ignoring you for a decade. “My apologies, I was not aware that you were in this room. I shall take my leave.” You turned around but he came closer to you, his broad chest against your back, his nose against the tip of your ear.

“Stay.” He whispers. “Please.” He begs, and you knew that he doesn’t do this lightly, a King never begs.

“Why should I? You haven’t spoken to me in a whole decade, you made your position as clear as a summer day.” His hand removes the laces of your wedding dress, the wedding dress that he chose especially for you.

“I wanted your relationship to flourish with my son, he deserves to be happy.” After undoing the knots of your dress, he removes it from your figure, it goes around your feet. “You deserve to be happy, I am being incredibly selfish by being here but I do not care, Legolas cares more about drinking with that dwarf than his precious wife.” Thranduil kisses your neck, his long fingers touching your collarbone, and his other hand around your waist. “Do not deny me, I will not bear it.” You turn around and kiss him, he quickly brought you closer to his chest.

“Never ignore me again, Thranduil.” The seriousness in your voice made him nod solemnly, he didn't want you to be disappointed, ever.

“I will never.” His hand went to your face and he kissed you again, he removes your smallclothes and you are now naked right in front of the King. He stops to admire your perfect body, your skin, committing to memory every single detail about yourself. “But I must let you know that you are mine, and I would never let my son have you first.” His words had such an effect on you, you were soaked.

“Why do you say such things?” Thranduil knew that those words affected you and he loved the fact that simply his words could make you like this, lips parted, and wet.

“Because it's the truth, Princess.” He looked at your nipples and they were hard, he grabbed one of your breasts and put your nipple in his mouth, you closed your eyes and put your hands on his luscious blonde hair, moaning. His skilled tongue swirled around your nipple and he was driving you crazy, you could only concentrate in the pleasure he was giving you. Thranduil lets go of your nipple with a pop and he looks at you. “Do you have any idea how much I had to restrain myself from claiming you that day in your chambers?” He guides you to the bed, he lays you and kisses your body, he starts with your collarbone.

“Thranduil, I want to feel you, you’re fully clothed.” You noted and he smirked, he removed his tunic first, then his boots, and later his shirt, followed by his trousers. You looked in awe at his perfect body lit by the moonlight.

“Is that enough?” He was enjoying the fact of how desperate you were for him, the level of desire was truly the same. “Open your legs for me.” You immediately obeyed and he was quickly between them, you looked at him and his cock, it was big and girthy, was that supposed to enter you? He must’ve seen the panic in your face because his eyes softened slightly. “You have nothing to fear, I will make sure that you are ready for me.” Thranduil kissed your breasts, then your abdomen, then your mound, he positioned your legs on your shoulders and then you felt it.

His tongue on your clit, you arched your back, you remember how good his fingers felt inside you but that was nothing compared to his tongue. He sucks on your clit and you moan, the pleasure radiating all over your body, it was such a different pleasure, totally foreign but as if you were made to be pleasured by Thranduil’s tongue.

“Oh, Thranduil.” You moaned and that encouraged him to pick up his pace, he was eating you out as if a man starved, all of your juices going to his chin, his tongue skilfully on your clit then to your entrance, he was fucking you with his tongue, your moans were a holy symphony for Thranduil’s ear, he would kill anything and everything to hear it the rest of eternity. 

He knew that you were close, despite spending so little time together he already knew your body more than you knew yourself. Thranduil picks up the pace and sucks on your clit again, you can feel your orgasm approaching. “Let go for me.” Again, your body obeyed his words and you came even harder than last time, you knew that it was different, it was more intense and you screamed. Thranduil helps you ride out your high, kissing your inner thigh, and admiring you falling apart. “You looked even more gorgeous falling apart.” Your breathing was still shallow, you were trying to catch your breath, and you felt the sheets being wet underneath you.

“What happened?” You look at your lover confused, and he smiles and kisses you.

“The humans named it ‘squirting’, it happens with a female when the pleasure is too great.” Thranduil kisses your abdomen and coming closer to you, he puts your nipple in his mouth, he sucks on them with fervour. Thranduil kissed you and you tasted yourself on his tongue, you felt the tip of your cock on your pussy.

“Once we are intimate this way, we cannot stop this.” You knew what he was doing, he was giving you a way out, but deep down the two of you knew that you cannot stop this even if you tried. To answer him, you kissed him and that way Thranduil had all the confirmation he needed.

Thranduil aligns himself and starts thrusting, he looks at you with so much lust and admiration, his face contorted in pleasure, the same as yours, his grunts and your moans making a pornographic symphony, your nails go to his back, you were trying to ground yourself due to the tsunami of pleasure invading all of your senses, you kissed Thranduil and he kissed your jaw and neck, he got his mouth close to your ear, his thrusts were slow and deep.

“You feel perfect around me.” He whispered and you clench around him, causing him to grunt. “You seem to respond well to praise, darling.” You felt your nipples against his chest, and the pleasure was coming to a breaking point again, his grunts and moans were like music to your ears. “I can feel that you are close, let go for me, darling.” He whispered again and you were clenching around his cock, you never felt so full as you are now, his cock is huge inside you and it’s bringing you even closer to the edge.

“Thranduil.” You moaned his name and you came around his cock, he grunted and you felt yourself spill inside you.

“You are perfect, darling.” Thranduil kissed you and he removed himself from you, and you felt empty. Thranduil laid down and put you on top of him, you could hear his heartbeat.

“What happens now, Thranduil?” You looked at him, you needed his reassurance since you wouldn’t let him go at all.

“I do not know but I will never let you go, darling.” He kissed your forehead and you fell into a peaceful sleep.

[vampyreelf]

It Has Always Been You

Summary: Thorin feels insecure but the two of you are able to resolve it.

Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut, oral sex!

GIF on @ladyalatariel

All of your life you had been overlooked and judged too harshly, you were a dwarf, well half dwarf and and half human, your father met your mother in Gondor, he already had heirs and his wife has died so he allowed himself to fall in love with your mother, his previous marriage being one of convenience. But tragedy struck his household yet again, your mother has died giving birth to you, and your father has never been the same. Your father doted on you, too much according to your half siblings.

The disdain of you from your father’s subjects and family was apparent, you were more human than dwarf, no beard was the worst offense for everyone. Your half siblings bullied you until your father intervened, which made it worse every time. It was a miserable existence, your supposed family hated you, your half siblings resent you because your father declared many times that your mother was the love of his life, any hope you had of your siblings liking you, went out of the window that day.

Things got to a tipping point on your birthday, your father wanted a full feast and your half siblings were angry at you, as always. You begged your father not to bother about your birthday but he insisted on celebrating you, since it was what your mother would’ve wanted. The one thing that your family didn't understand is that your father didn't care about you either, you were just the reflection of your mother's ghost.

When your father started making a speech, celebrating you but most importantly your mother. Once he mentioned the great love he had for your mother was when your older brother, Farin got up in anger.

“I am tired of you and your SECOND wife.” Silence was deadly after he screamed at his own father, you could hear the fire crackling at the end of the hall. “When you die, she will be thrown out of the kingdom, so she can be with her actual family, LOOK AT HER.” The disdain on his face brought tears to your eyes. “Are you even sure she is your daughter?” Gasps could be heard all around the hall, and your father slapped him hard.

“You’re a fucking coward.” With that your father left, and all of your siblings looked at you in disgust, and now they would never speak with you again.

Now your father was aware of the hatred your siblings had for you, and he started looking for a marriage prospect for you, which angered your siblings even more. He hasn’t started looking for marriages for them, you were his number one priority. Which was how you were travelling to Erebor, to meet your potential betrothed, it was only you and your father.

“Why am I here, father? So can they reject me? Like all of the others?” Your father has offered your hand to most of the dwarf kingdoms, and one after the other you were refused, but apparently, the king under the mountain, Thrór was willing to marry you to his grandson, Thorin.

“King Thrór sent a response to the marriage betrothal, he is willing to marry Prince Thorin to you but not before seeing you, my love.” If you haven’t been humiliated all of your life by your family, that would give you optimism, but you were certain that the King of Erebor wanted to humiliate you in person.

Arriving in Erebor you saw all of the riches and how incredible the city was, everyone was happy and looking at you in curiosity, it was a welcomed change since at home, people looked at you in disgust. When you and your father got in the throne room, Thrór was on the throne with a smile on his face, Thráin was on his left side, and on his right side, your potential betrothed, Thorin. He was so handsome, as soon as his eyes landed on you, your face got hot, his stare was so intense and his face gave nothing away, did he like you? Was he disgusted by you? Was he even willing to marry you? You had no idea, and that gave you so much anxiety.

“King Thrór, it’s an honour to be here in your kingdom.” Your father brings you close and the three dwarves seem to be analysing you, in your best clothes you try to appear confident but it was hard under their watchful eyes. “My daughter, she’s my greatest joy and pride.” You tried not to grimace, your father is doing this for your mother, nothing else. Sometimes you wonder what your life would be like if your mother never died or if your father didn't love her as much.

“Lovely.” Is all the king says, and you take a deep breath, at least it wasn’t an insult. “Thorin, do you object to the marriage?” His grandfather asks, it seems that he wouldn’t have his grandson marrying someone he didn't want to marry at all.

“No, my king.” Again, his voice and expressions gave nothing away but his voice was deep, it sounded incredible.

“Wonderful, we will hold the wedding here, naturally.” The king declared and your father was relieved, you were going to be well taken care of. “The dowry can be paid in due time, of course.” Your father nodded his head, you have never seen him that happy. “Your daughter can stay here until the marriage takes place, her rooms will be ready soon.” Not having to go back to your half siblings was a relief, you planned on never seeing them again.

“I’ll show my bride the city.” Thorin speaks up and your eyes go to him, he was so handsome. Everyone nodded and he led the way for you, your father stayed behind to discuss the details of the betrothal.

“It’s really nice to meet you, my Prince.” Walking near him made your heart race, you never believed that you would ever marry but marrying a Prince and a handsome one at that was unbelievable. 

“I must say.” He looked at you, he had a smile on his face. “Your father paid a lot of money for this marriage, more money than it would be necessary for a Prince to marry a Princess such as yourself, I’d assume you would look like an orc.” The two of you started laughing, he made you feel comfortable, in a way you never felt before.

“If you asked my half siblings, they would say that I am.” Being honest with your future husband was the best policy, you assumed. “My mother was human.” Thorin nodded, explaining your unusual appearance. “My half siblings hate me because of that, and the fact that my father declared more than once she is the love of his life.” Thorin grabbed your hand gently, your heart stopped for a moment, a tender touch from someone that wasn’t your father was different, but so welcomed.

“I swear to you, no one will ever make you feel anything less than the beauty that you are.” From that moment on, you loved Thorin with all your heart, it was only him in your heart.

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Your relationship with Thorin blossomed, he came to you every morning to have breakfast with you, he was so soft with you, or maybe you weren’t used to normal treatment from people. The wedding would take place in a month, and you couldn’t be happier, Dis made sure that you were welcomed in Erebor, she was a big sister that you always wanted.

Thorin made many things for you, necklaces, earrings, anything that makes you feel beautiful, since you got engaged to Thorin, your self esteem has been on the rise, being away from your toxic family and kingdom did wonders to you. Since you didn't want to not do anything, you decided to learn how to be a healer, so you became a great one, reading books from different peoples to learn more, even elvish ones, which Thorin didn't appreciate much but didn't fight you on.

One day everything changed, the dragon Smaug came and everything was gone. You helped the women and children to evacuate, Thorin went to fight with the army but it didn't work, you reunited with him and you made sure that no one was fatally wounded. After Erebor fell, Thorin barely spoke to you, he made sure to find jobs and to help his people but you? It seemed that he didn't have time for you, but now in the city of men, you decided to confront him.

“Thorin, please talk to me.” You begged with tears in your eyes, his silence and indifference was killing you, you could handle it from anyone else, not him, never him.

“What is there to talk about? Do you want my blessing to leave us?” He screamed at you and it physically hurt, he thought you would leave? That thought never crossed your mind, not even once.

“You think I would leave? Thorin, I want to be here, these people are my people now, you are my hus…” He hisses and you stop talking.

“We aren’t married, I’m not your husband and you’re not my wife.” He yells, the kind man you met in Erebor is gone but you know he’s still there somewhere.

“But I want to be.” He looks at you intently, seeing if he will find any signs of deceit in you, why would you want to marry him now that he doesn’t have anything to offer you anymore? “I want to be your wife, I want to be your One, Thorin.” You approach him, touching his cheeks and he visibly relaxes under your touch. “We can use the dowry money to help our people, but don’t send me away, I am yours.” He kissed you passionately, in a way he has never done before which caught you by surprise but you simply let it happen.

“You have no idea how much that makes me happy, I thought that on top of losing my home, I was going to lose you as well and I couldn’t bear it.” You smiled through your tears and so did Thorin.

“You will never lose me, my love.” He spinned you around, despite losing his home, Thorin has been this happy. 

From this day forward, Thorin confided in you about his fears, about his hatred of elves but mainly King Thranduil, but most importantly he vowed to you that he would claim back Erebor for you and your future children, he made this promise in bed after your wedding, which happened after you having to beg your father for the dowry. The money helped the people to settle in the blue mountains, Thorin still couldn’t believe that is what you insisted on the money to be used for, he knew he married his One, he knew it deep in his bones.

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When the time came to reclaim Erebor, Thorin wanted you to stay with Dis, he didn't want you to get hurt but you reminded him that you are a healer and would be good to have you around if something happened. Thorin was so worried about you and if something happened to you, he would never forgive himself. But you didn't budge, you went to the Shire and met the burglar, Bilbo Baggins. He warmed up to you quite quickly, and you tried to make sure that Thorin treated him well.

Now all of you were in the Woodland Realm, the Mirkwood forest felt weird, you knew you were in trouble here. When the spiders attacked, it was a mess and you lost sight of Thorin, and you were all alone now. You were about to be killed by a spider when elves came and saved you, they looked at you and made sure you were okay.

“Thank you.” You tell the elf, you try not to draw too much attention to yourself now, if they are here, it means that elves also saved Thorin.

“Were you all alone in our forest?” He asked and you nodded, trying not to give too much information. “Well, the king will want to see you.” The elves guided you to their kingdom, they were treating you well, not like a prisoner.

One thing that you couldn’t deny was how breathtaking the castle was, it was grand, something that only elves could accomplish. The elves guided you to the throne room, and there he was, King Thranduil, he looked imposing in his throne but he was nothing compared to Thorin.

“What is a human doing all by herself in my lands?” He spoke up and it clicked, they all assumed you were human, not a dwarf.

“Well, I must’ve lost my way and ended up there. I meant no offense, my King.” You were always more diplomatic than Thorin, which is something that made you laugh many times of how quick he loses his temper.

“Make sure it doesn’t happen again.” Thranduil got up from his throne to look at you again, a bit too close for comfort. “You look familiar, have we ever met before?” He was taking in your features, he probably has seen you in Erebor but you weren’t about to give that information.

“I highly doubt that, my King.” You kept looking down, to avoid him recognising you and it seemed that he was studying your face, too close for comfort but you couldn’t say anything.

“You are welcome to stay as long as you like.” That was when the guards came with Thorin and the company, but you could see that Bilbo was not with them. Thorin looked at you and he was relieved that you were alive, but annoyed that Thranduil was too close to you.

“Please, take our guest to one of our rooms. I have some business to attend to.” You looked at Thorin one last time but he didn't look at you, which made your heart hurt, why didn't he look at you?

Now you were in the room the elven king provided and you took that opportunity to look for Thorin and the company, and try to get out of here as soon as possible. You found them in the cells, Thorin was the first to see you but he didn't speak to you, that was when Bilbo came with the keys, you were able to get away from the woodland realm and into Bard’s house.

Thorin still hasn’t spoken to you, and it was eating you alive, why was he like this? Every time you tried to talk to your husband he had something to attend with Balin or even Bilbo, which made you angry.

“Thorin, may I speak with you?” Everyone looked at you, from your body language you weren’t really asking, but demanding. “In private.” He looked at you for a few moments, nodding his head, he followed you to the bedroom, which probably belonged to Bard.

“Thorin, my love…why are you treating me this way? What have I done?” You were desperate, his silence and rejection cut deeper than any blade ever made.

“I’ve seen you with him.” You furrowed your brows in confusion, you had no idea what he was talking about.

“Speak plainly, Thorin.” You touched his arm but he recoiled under your touch. “Please.” He could see that tears were threatening to spill out of your gorgeous eyes and he hated himself for it.

“Thranduil.” He whispered. “I saw the way he looked at you, the way he looked at you, he thought you to be human.” Thorin would never admit how insecure he felt about marrying you, every time another race saw you, they didn't think that you were a dwarf, they thought that you were better than dwarves, better than him. “He looked at you as if he was going to take you to his bed.” Thorin looked down, he hated himself for speaking of this to you and for feeling this way.

“I assure you, the only bed I ever want to be in is yours.” You got closer to him and grabbed his hands. “The only hands I want holding me are yours.” Touching his cheek softly, Thorin visibly relaxed under your touch. “You are my One, as I am yours. A thousand elves may die of old age before I look at anyone other than you, Thorin Oakenshield.” The two of you laughed and he kissed you, the kiss had so much hunger that it made you melt under him.

“You are perfect, my love. I am sorry to ever doubt you. Will you forgive me?” He started kissing your neck, hands around your waist, your breathing was more shallow now, your hands going to his hair.

“Only if you promise me to never do it again.” Thorin smiled and started removing your clothes, he took one of your nipples and put it on his mouth, his tongue making swirls on it, you started to moan and he put his hand over your mouth.

“You wouldn’t want the whole company to hear you, my love.” Thorin kissed your belly down to your pussy, he knelt in front of you, admiring your beauty, how wild your hair looked and plump your lips became from his kisses. Thorin put your legs on his shoulders and hoisted you up, your back against the wall, you had to stop yourself from screaming.

“Thorin.” You whispered, holding yourself. One arm on the wall and the other hand on his hair. He was eating you out as if he was a starved dwarf, his tongue on your clit, down to your pussy, you pulled his hair and you felt his grumbles right on your pussy, he was a dwarf on a mission. “You are insatiable, my love.” Whispering the words, trying to swallow your moans, biting your lips, while you can hear Thorin feasting on your juices, the noises were nothing short of pornographic but you loved every second of it.

“My beautiful wife, your nectar is irresistible.” Thorin smirked and went back to feasting on your pussy, he sucked on your clit and you drew blood by biting your lips to avoid making noise. You felt your orgasm approaching, but he didn't stop his ministrations, he wanted you to cum on his mouth.

“I’m close, my love.” With those words, Thorin sped up his ministrations and you bit your arm when you felt the white hot pleasure of your orgasm going through your veins, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, it was as if you had no control of your body.

“I love you so much.” After helping you ride out your orgasm, Thorin lowered you and you kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“It has always been you, my love. I love you too.” He kissed you again and his heart was happy.

[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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My Perfect Life

A/N: I AM BACK!!!!!!!!!!! Life got the better of me but I am back and will try to post at least twice a week, send me requests, even for characters not on my list since I wouldn't mind discovering new media and obsessions lol.

Summary: Just a look into your life with Damien O'Donovan, how he deals with his nightmares and overall guilt, and how you and his unborn child help as well.

Damien O'Donovan x Reader

Request:

Hello! So I saw you write for Damien O’donovan. I have literally scoured the internet for fics of him. So, I’d like to make a request please.

Maybe a fic where reader is in place of Sinead, and say Damien did not die, so sort of an alternate universe. But, reader and Damien are expecting their first child, could you can make it super fluffy and sweet please?

Thank you so so so much and have a lovely day! <333

Warnings: angst, fluff (lots of it), talk of death, pregnancy (nothing too graphic), a little bit of angst.

Damien still has nightmares, he wakes up with you sleeping right next to him, your bump is now starting to show, sleeping peacefully and with his child on your belly. He remembers how much the two of you fought for independence and you were willing to do anything necessary until you found out that you were pregnant, you were scared about what your parents would say about being an unmarried woman and pregnant but Damien knew that he couldn’t let you suffer this shame because of him, to have a child that he might never get to meet.

You married Damien a few days after finding out you were pregnant, your parents were so happy for you that they decided to give you a nice cottage with a small plot of land so you and Damien could start your life together, and you have been the happiest you have ever been. Your husband on the other hand, thinks that he should’ve done more for the IRA but leaving his family? That would’ve been worse.

Every time Damien has nightmares, he holds you tight, your warming presence calms his troubled mind, all the people he lost, the lives he took, haunt him greatly. You stir awake, the fact that it is summer and Damien’s warm body clings to you makes you warm, you slowly open your eyes and see the face you love so much, with unshed tears and you know what it means, you’ve seen it many times.

“It’s alright, you’re here with me now. I love you.” Damien melts in your embrace, he puts his hand on your belly, something that he started doing since he found out you were pregnant. And amidst the silent embrace between two lovers, the physical manifestation of that decided to make itself known for the first time, startling the two of you.

“Is that the first time?” Damien asks with a hopeful tone, not being able to share the same experiences with his child so early, sharing this together would be too good to be true, but he wanted it all the same.

“Yes.” It felt weird feeling your child moving, kicking you but it was so special.

“My strong girl.” He whispers to your belly, and that makes you laugh.

“How do you know it’s not a boy?” The smirk on your face made your husband laugh, you were always teasing him.

“I just know, she’ll be just as beautiful as her mother.” Damien kisses you tenderly, his hand goes to your hair, he has always loved your hair, it reminds him when he brushes it sometimes when you are in the bath, and when he is pulling it in bed.

“We will have a boy as stubborn as his father.” Laughs erupted between the two of you, you put your hand on his chest, his heartbeat in better rhythm now. “We should get back to sleep.” The suggestion makes Damien nod, he is incredibly tired.

Damien put his head on your chest, his hand on your stomach and he tried to fall asleep, you put your hand on his hair, playing with his black locks, he has been letting his hair grow out a bit more since moving to the farm, and you love it. Kissing the top of his head and playing with his hair, the two of you fall into a peaceful slumber.

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When you woke up, you didn't find Damien next to you which was strange, he usually woke up after you. The smell of freshly baked bread took you to the kitchen, and there he was, the man you loved, taking out the sourdough bread you were preparing yesterday.

“Hope you don’t mind, I wanted to do something nice for you, love.” He kisses you and guides you to the table that he made himself. 

“Of course I don’t, what wife would be against this?” Damien kisses the top of your head and brings breakfast for the two of you. It was delicious and right after that, he had to tend to the animals and crops of the farm. He works so hard and now that you are pregnant, he doesn’t let you do anything.

It was now in the middle of the afternoon and Damien was knee deep into the crops when you came to him with a lemonade, hoping that he would come off the sun.

“Love, please come back to the house, I am worried about you being in the sun for too long.” Your husband looks up at you and looks at you with a smile on his face, happily taking the cold drink, anything made by you is divine in his eyes. He kissed your belly in his position, it was the perfect height, he got up and took you inside.

Ever since you got pregnant, you were more worried about Damien, some would even say overprotective but Damien didn't mind, in fact he welcomed it. He would never disagree with his wife, especially now that she was carrying his child.

“Come here.” He motions for you to sit on his lap, he kisses you gently, all over your face and neck. “You have no idea how much I love you.” Damien whispers and kisses you more passionately, one hand on your thigh,  the other on your hair.

“Take me to bed, Damien.” You whisper to him and he readily complied by carrying you to the bed in his arms.

Damien gently lowered you to bed and started kissing your whole body, he loves to worship your body at all times, and with all the changes in your body, he loves your body even more.

“You’re divine, love.” He removes your underwear, puts your legs around his head and you felt his tongue on your clit.

Your hands went to his pulling it, Damien was eating you out as if he was starving, the noises would’ve made you blush if you weren’t so deep in pleasure.

“Damien.” You yelled pulling his hair but your husband kept going, his tongue fucking you, keeping you in place. He was looking at you, he loved seeing your reactions, the way you arch your back and bite your lip, trying to suppress your moans.

“You taste delicious.” He tells you with a smile, and he inserts two fingers inside you. “You are drenched, love.” Damien is admiring your pussy, he keeps fucking you with his fingers, touching your G-spot.

“I’m gonna cum, Damien.” Your breathing was uneven, eyes closed and hands gripping the sheets, your whole body was sweaty and every single nerve of your body filled with pleasure and your husband was eyeing with complete lust, he picked up his speed, wanting to see you falling apart.

“Cum for me, love.” He whispers and you scream his name and you came all over his fingers. Damien kissed you and he could see that you were getting tired, since your pregnancy you have been sleeping more than usual. “Take a nap, love.” Your hands reach his trousers but he only laughs and kisses your hand. “Another time, my darling.” He kisses your temple and you fall asleep quickly and Damien lays next to you.

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Damien can hear you screaming again and he is pacing around nervously, you have been in labour for a few hours now and he doesn't know what to do, your parents have tried to calm him down but to no avail.

“DAMIEN.” You scream out for him, the midwife told you many times that he is not allowed in the room but you didn't care, you wanted your husband with you, holding you, telling you everything will be alright.

After hearing you call for him, no one was able to keep him away from you. He opened the door and went straight to your side.

“I am here, love…I am here for you, what do you need?” Damien not being able to take away your pain was killing him.

“I can’t do this, Damien…I’m not strong enough, I’m scared.” You were rambling at this point, and the pain seems like it will  kill you.

“You are the strongest person I know, you can do anything, I am here for you. Hold my hand and push, love.” His words of encouragement made you push again, and it seemed that you were going to break his hand but how much you were squeezing it, but he never mentioned it.

“That’s it, love…breathe and push.” The midwife told Damien what to say and he kept repeating it, and you listened to him.

In a few hours you gave birth to a healthy baby girl, she had a huge amount of jet black hair just like her father.

“Told you she was a girl.” Damien is now holding your daughter with the biggest smile on his face, he cried as well, which made you cry as well.

“Alright, the next one is coming in a few minutes.” The midwife announces after checking up on you, and you stop in your tracks.

“What?” You were stunned, never once you suspected having twins.

“There’s another baby, get ready.” Damien takes your daughter to your mother and comes back to stay with you and to encourage you one more time.

Another healthy baby is born and this one is a boy, after him being cleaned, you start feeding both of your babies. Your son seems to take after your features, and your daughter seems to take after Damien. You were exhausted but incredibly happy, and Damien was incredibly hands on already.

“Seems that both of us were correct.” You exclaimed with your eyes closed and a smile on your face.

“We were, love.” Damien lays next to you and the four of you fall asleep peacefully.

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Updated the list of characters, and yes they are absolutely awful and disgusting but they are hot so...take it up with, idk

Welcome!

This is my brand new side blog, so please if you enjoy the vibes follow me!

Fandoms I can write for:

SCREAM FRANCHISE

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Mickey Altieri

SLASHERS:

Thomas Hewitt

Michael Meyers

Brahms Heelshire

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Patrick Bateman

CILLIAN MURPHY VERSE:

Jackson Rippner

Lenny Miller

Michael McCrea

Raymond Leon

Neil Lewis

Robert Fischer

Mike Kiernan

Shivering Soldier (Inception)

Damien O'Donovan

Thomas "Tom" Buckley

Thomas Shelby

THE BOYS:

Billy Butcher

Homelander

Soldier Boy

Hughie Campbell

THE WALKING DEAD:

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Negan Smith

MARVEL:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

AUGUST DIEHL VERSE

Dieter Hellstrom (Inglorious Basterds)

Franz Sauer (Munich - The Edge of War)

Mike Krause (Salt)

Alex de Klerks (The Last Vermeer)

Moritz de Vries (Parfum)

Jam Kremfeld (Furia)

JANNIS NIEWÖHNER

Paul von Hartmann (Munich - The Edge of War)

Karl (Je Suis Karl)

DUNE

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

Paul Atreides

Gurney Halleck

LUCA MARINELLI VERSE

Primo Nizzuto (Trust FX)

Mickey Miranda (A Dangerous Fortune)

Diabolik

LOUIS HOFFMANN

Jonas Kahnwald (Dark)

Werner Pfennig (All the Light We Cannot See)

Ulrich Haussmann (Masters of the Air)

SONS OF ANARCHY

Jax Teller

Opie Winston

Chibs Telford

Juice Ortiz

Tig Trager

RULES:

What I will not write:

Threesomes (I simply suck at it AND not my cup of tea)

Anything involving minors (such as x daughter!Reader)

Complete angst (Please, we need to have some hope even if it's not a happy ending)

[vampyreelf]

Hey guys,

Sorry for being so inactive and for so long as well, but I promise that I’ll post more as soon as I can.

Would you guys be interested in some Feyd Rautha fics? 👀 (sorry, I’m in my Dune era and brain rot)

But any other character suggestions are more than welcome 🫶🏼

[vampyreelf]

Stu Macher Aesthetic

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Billy Loomis Aesthetic

[vampyreelf]

Billy's Plaything

A/N: Part 2? Maybe?

Summary: Billy is your stepbrother, he makes you embarrassed. What happens when you tease him instead?

Billy Loomis x Reader

Warnings: inappropriate step-sibling relationship, creepy behaviour, light smut.

GIF by @coppoladelrey

You hated Billy Loomis, despised him. You often dreamed about him being dead, but that was only half of the time, the other half you wanted him in your bed, you dreamed about him fucking you in the best way possible, or when both of those emotions collided and you thought about fucking Billy Loomis after he came to your bedroom to yell at you.

After his mother left, his father found a nice woman to settle down with. The only problem? That was your mother, and the two of you met and it was clear as day that you hated him and he hated you but both of your parents were too in love to notice the animosity, ever since your father died when you were 5, your mother was never in a relationship and she was so happy, so you decided to just take it for her happiness.

His father was a nice person, he treated your mother very well and made sure to get things you liked and also paid for a lot of classes just to accommodate for uprooting your life and moving to his house. But Billy? He infuriated you, he made your life hell but it was such small things that it didn't make sense to talk to your parents.

“WHAT THE FUCK, BILLY?” He did it again, he stole so many of your panties and he always had the same excuse.

“It probably got mixed up with my boxers, you need to chill.” His voice was so calm but his smirk made you furious, so you slapped him. Your breathing was hard and you felt yourself getting wet because of Billy and you hated yourself for it. “I’m gonna give you a pass because you’re probably on your period or something…” You were about to slap him again but he stopped your hand by holding your arm, fuck he was strong you thought. “You only get one of those, baby.” He was looking at your lips, fuck you wanted to kiss him.

“Let go of me.” Billy laughed, he knew as much as you that your words had no weight behind them.

“You can just remove your arm.” You snapped out of your trance and removed your arm from his grip.

“You’re a fucking psycho, Billy.” You were so annoyed at him, his eyes darkened and he got even closer to you.

“But what does that say about you?” He whispered in your ear, shivers running down your spine but you frowned. “If I am a psycho like you say, why do you want to fuck me?” You were stuttering and Billy laughed at your sudden shyness. “Do you think I don’t hear you fucking yourself calling my name, huh? Do you think that I never noticed you trying to take a peak at me changing? Baby, you’re not subtle at all…and I bet that if I put my fingers inside your tight little pussy, you’d be so fucking wet.” His smirk never left his face, you got caught and you hated that he was right.

“You’re wrong, I would never call your name when I’m cumming. You’re just delusional.” You were proud of yourself for not stuttering but Billy laugh.

“Who said that you called my name when you were cumming?” With that Billy left you in his room, you were flabbergasted by his antics and you felt like shit because despite his antics, you wanted your step brother to fuck you.

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It kept getting worse, Billy was teasing you all the time and you were so annoyed about the fact that he had that much of an effect on you. Billy made you into his plaything and you had no say in it whatsoever, it was infuriating and the fact that he was plaguing your dreams and fantasies made all of this ten times worse.

“We’re going on a trip to Switzerland, I trust that you kids will be alright for a week?” Billy’s father announced at dinner and you saw how happy your mother was, so you decided to simply go along with it and not say anything.

“Sure, dad. Hope you guys have fun, don’t forget to call.” Billy smiled and then he looked at you, his gaze was making you feel as if you were naked, he saw right through you and you hated it.

“I’m so happy for you mom.” You kissed her cheek, even though your mother was the reason why you were living with Billy, you could never resent her. She deserved to be happy, even if you weren’t.

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You decided to just be in your room and not see Billy, but you weren’t that lucky. He came to your room and was snooping around, you hated when he did that but decided to ignore him. Giving in and fighting was what Billy wanted, so you decided not to fall for it. Be strong, you thought to yourself.

“You’re gonna ignore me the whole week, baby?” Billy laid in bed next to you, but you decided not to react. “Come on, have you been dreaming about me?” You took a deep breath, but decided to change the dynamic between the two of you.

You straddled him and got extremely close to his face, you could tell that he was surprised and you were so proud of yourself for making him speechless.

“Every night, baby.” You whispered and started grinding on his cock and it was hard already.

“What you’re doing?” He asked with a small voice, he definitely wasn’t expecting that from you, Billy does the teasing, not you.

“What we want, right?” You kissed his neck and Billy pushed you away and left your room, you started laughing and went back to reading your book.

Billy left you alone all day, you were grateful that you weren’t an ass out of yourself in front of him and maybe the worst was behind you now, but wrong you were.

You were now ready for bed, you put on your nightgown and already moisturised your skin and you were happy. When you were in bed Billy entered your bedroom, and he got on top of you with a predatory look on his eyes and you too stunned to speak.

“I gotta say, you caught me off guard earlier but we need to fuck so we can stop playing this game, baby.” He was expecting your answer, but you were simply looking at him, you felt yourself getting wetter by the second. “What do you say, baby?” You nodded your head but Billy wagged his finger in front of your face. “I need words, baby…come on.” He whispered.

“Please, fuck me Billy.” He started kissing you, there was no tenderness to it simply lust. Billy started playing with your nipples, and he inserted two fingers inside you.

“Oh, baby…you’re so wet, you’re such a freak for wanting your stepbrother to fuck you, huh?” His words making you even more turned on, you were moaning and pulling his hair, it felt so fucking good.

When you were about to cum, the phone rang. You and Billy were frozen but you were the first to move, he finally removed his fingers and you picked up the phone.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Hey, honey. Just called to let you two know that we arrived at the hotel, and I love you very much. Try not to kill each other.” Your mother laughed, you did too, awkwardly.

“I love you too, mom.” The two of you started to chat about other things, and she hangs up.

You slowly start to walk back to your bedroom, now that you’re less horny it started to dawn on you that this was a bad idea, Billy is your stepbrother for fuck’s sake. It doesn’t matter how much you wanted him, you didn't want to ruin your mother’s relationship.

“It was my mother.” You announced to Billy.

“I heard.” He got closer to you, and started to kiss your neck but you stopped him.

“We shouldn’t do this, Billy.” He was now making patterns across your arm.

“Why not?” He kept eye contact with you, making it hard to keep your resolve.

“Our parents are happy, Billy. If we do this, they might break up.” His touch was comforting, but it really wasn’t helping.

“I get what you’re saying, but they won’t find out.” You didn't seem convinced, at all. “I won’t force you into this, ever. But just so you know, I need to fuck this tight little pussy and I know that you need my cock deep inside you until I fuck you dumb and you don’t know anything but my name, baby.” He kissed your cheek and left your bedroom.

You could hear him masturbating, he sounded so hot and when he finished he yelled your name. You had a decision to make and Billy made it all up to it, he wasn’t going to pursue you, if you wanted…you were going to have to get it.

[vampyreelf]

Thank you, do you think I should make it with Mickey’s POV or the reader’s? Still debating on it actually.

You're Mine Now

A/N: Let me know if I should make a part 2, guys. 🥰

Summary: After Mickey was shot, he left the college and became a hitman. His newest target? You. But he didn't want to kill you, so he decided to take you and make you his.

Mickey Altieri x Reader

Warnings: smut, dark, Mickey's POV, unsavory language, Stockholm syndrome, a dash of daddy kink, talks about murder

(this pic gave the inspo, actually)

Mickey had the foresight to escape after Mrs. Loomis shot him, he wanted to kill the bitch but she was finished off so he was fine. He got all of the money he had access from the bank account before it was closed by the police, so he was able to get by for a couple of years. He went back to the forums where he met Mrs Loomis so he started killing people for hire, it was quickly paying off quickly, he was able to be completely underground and it was great, getting paid for doing what you love.

It has been years now, Mickey was in a routine now. His fees were astronomical because he was the best of what he did, and he made no excuses about it, his only rule was no children, even murderous psychopaths had a line, and that was Mickey’s. Usually his customers were powerful men not wanting to deal with prenups, competitors in their fields, or simply people that pissed them off and that allowed him to walk around the higher circles and Mickey loves the finer things in life, so is a win win situation.

Mickey now was about to meet with a potential client, now he only accepts new customers through referrals, so it doesn’t blow back on him. Only now with all of his security measures in place, Mickey realises in how much danger he was by just accepting random anonymous messages, young and dumb as they say. The building was in a high end hotel, Mickey knew the owner so he knows that every recording of him is prompted deleted. He was wearing his signature full black tailored suit, Mickey was a silver fox now, he was glad that between balding and going gray, it was the latter for him.

“Mr. Wadsworth, how do you do?” The man was probably the same age as Mickey but he was in a disgusting shape, balding and a huge gut, it disgusted Mickey to no end. He took great pride in his appearance, he never understood why other people didn't.

“Mr…I didn't catch your name?” His voice was annoying, Mickey thought, definitely won’t be a regular client.

“That is because I didn't give it to you, shall we?” Mickey motioned for him to sit, which Mr. Wadsworth did. “So, what is the sensitive matter that would like me to handle?” Mickey was always adamant about using vague language, nothing that would look bad on a court reading, was his motto.

“I want a permit for drilling oil but the land is protected by law, there is one senator that is blocking it, I simply need him to have a family emergency, him not being around wouldn’t be good for business.” Mickey laughed, at least he had the foresight to know that getting rid of the only senator blocking his progress would be idiotic, you’d be surprised how many people able to afford a hitman are dumb to target the most obvious person.

“Great, who would be causing the family emergency?” The man passed Mickey the folder, he didn't look at it, Mickey was always adamant about doing his own research.

“It needs to be done before next month.” Mickey nodded and got up from his seat, this man was incredibly dull so he couldn’t wait to leave.

“I know my schedule, transfer half of the money and you’ll hear from me after is done.” They shook hands and Mickey went to his hotel room, it was where he preferred to work. Mickey had a house with way too many acres but he was barely there, if he was being honest it wasn’t conductive to business and it was lonely. Mickey always had one night stands, he hated (loved) to brag but getting women was not an issue for him at all, but an actual relationship? Not likely.

He opened the folder and he saw a photo of the target, the daughter of the senator, you. Seeing your photo made Mickey stop, what a fucking waste, he thought. You were fucking hot, he thought about maybe seducing you and then kill you but would that be enough? Mickey started reading about you, it was comical how much younger you were from Mickey, he was old enough to be his daughter, in his fucked up mind Mickey being so much older than you got him excited.

You were in university, no boyfriend made Mickey smile, from the files it seems as if you were a bit of a loner. He was going to start stalking you and to get close to you, and see how is the best way to do his job. Mickey finished reading your files and went to bed, he was painfully hard now, he simply decided to ignore it and focus on his task, you.

Mickey thought it was way too early, but apparently you woke up that early to go to the library, then your favourite local coffee shop. He got to the library before you, and then you entered the store, it was summer so you were wearing a blue summer dress, Mickey thought you looked delicious. You said hi to the worker and was getting closer to where he was, which was the classics. Mickey was now in character, pretending to ponder on which book to choose, he sighed and that got your attention.

“Hey, sorry to bother you but do you need help?” You tapped him on the shoulder and when Mickey turned to you he wanted to laugh at your reaction, your mouth was open it was clear as day that you found him attractive, that was always made the job much easier.

“It is that obvious that I need help?” Mickey let out a fake embarrassed laugh, it was easy to act like a dork sometimes, Mickey thought.

“Well, no. But you are holding one of my favourites and I need to know why you haven’t chosen it yet.” You were behaving like a school girl with a crush, the giggling, the hand on your face to hide the embarrassment, Mickey thought it was extremely cute.

“It’s for my niece, she just started university and I want to give her a nice gift. Do you think that should I just bite the bullet and buy both?” He gave you his million dollar smile and he could see you melting, you were adorable.

“If you can, I would. Especially if she’s a book worm like me.” You laughed again, and Mickey could see that you couldn’t hold eye contact him and he loved it.

“I can’t believe that you are a book worm, how can such a beautiful woman like you be buried in books? I guess that you have the beauty and the brains, then?” You touched Mickey’s arm while laughing, he got closer to you and you did too.

“You are too kind, sir.” Mickey took a deep breath, you calling him sir being so close to him was making him incredibly hard.

“I’m Mickey, by the way.” He extended his hand for you to shake it and you introduced yourself. Your whole demeanor, voice and body was intoxicating for Mickey, he wanted you, not just for one night, he wanted you to be his forever. “I know this is probably too much too soon but…would you like to get a cup of coffee with me?” He looked at you with a smirk, you looked so flustered and Mickey loved every second of it.

“Yes, there’s a coffee shop that I love.” You and Mickey went to the counter and he paid for both books, he could tell that you were admiring him, his suit, the way Mickey carried himself, he could tell that you enjoyed everything about him.

“Shall we? My car is parked right out front.” Mickey’s hand went on your lower back, he could tell that you enjoyed the contact, getting to the door he made sure to open the door for you. He did the same with his car door, his car was spacious and he could tell that you liked it. “You’re gonna have to guide me, because I moved here a couple months back and I still don’t know my way around it.” The two of you smiled and you were more than happy to give him directions to the coffee shop.

Getting there Mickey could tell that people were staring at him, it was a regular occurrence but he could tell that it was a bit weird for you, so he made sure to be touching you at all times, Mickey pulled the chair out for you and acted like the perfect gentleman for you, he was proud on that fact.

“So, what do you do for a living Mickey?” He could tell that you were nervous, afraid of saying the wrong thing and mess it up but that wouldn’t happen with Mickey to smooth out any situation.

“Consulting, they pay an obscene amount of money to put out their fires.” It was true, his killing rates were astronomical, and he did what he loved. “What about you, sweetheart?” You giggled like a schoolgirl and tried to cover it up with a cough, Mickey tought it was the sweetest thing ever.

“I’m in university at the moment, but I still have no idea what I’m going to do…maybe you can teach me more about consulting?” Mickey could see the attempt of trying to get his number and he smiled.

“I’d be more than happy to teach you anything you want, sweetheart.” Mickey put his hand on yours and you looked at it and he saw how your breathing changed, oh you were horny, Mickey thought to himself.

“I’d like that.” You said in a breathy voice and Mickey knew you were a goner.

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After your first date, Mickey made sure to take your contact details and he was now a staple in your life. He was the first person you called when you had anything going on in your life, and it has only been a week. Mickey on the other hand was utterly obsessed with you, and he already that he wasn’t going to kill you and that you were going to be with him for the rest of your life. He already had everything ready, and he made sure to destroy the life of the man that wanted you dead and if you were with him, no one would try to kill you because of your father ever again.

Mickey went to the restaurant to meet you, today was the day that he was going to make you his fully. His house was already set for you to be there, no work for a while to pay full attention to you, Mickey never felt this way before, and he wasn’t going to give up on you, he owned you, it was only a matter of time for you to find out.

“How are you, sweetheart?” You went to Mickey and kissed him, and he took advantage of that and put the drug on your drink.

“I’m great, I can’t wait for you to meet my parents.” Mickey smiled, another reason why he wanted to take you away, not having to meet your parents.

“Me too, sweetheart.” The two of you started talking about other things, and you started getting a bit sleepy. “Are you okay, baby?” Mickey looked so concerned, it almost looked real.

“Yeah, yeah…just a bit tired.” You yawned and Mickey asked for the check, the drug was going to knock you out in a few minutes.

“Let’s get you home, sweetheart.” He paid with cash, as always and guided you to his car. As soon as you got there, sleep took over you.

Mickey started driving, he made the point of not initiating any intimacy with you, he wanted you fully comfortable with him. He looked at your exposed legs and Mickey caressed it, your skin was so smooth, he felt like a goddamn teenager, getting hard just by feeling your leg. He focused on the road, otherwise he would start fucking you before you woke up.

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When Mickey arrived with you still asleep it was evening, he took you out of the car and carried you to his house. House was an understatement, it was a mansion but Mickey hated to brag. He had a bedroom ready for you, it didn't open from the inside, he knew that you were going to freak out for a couple of days and he needed to break you in.

He decorated the bedroom in a way that he knew you would enjoy, he put you on the bed and left. Watching you on the camera, Mickey grabbed a beer and waited for you to wake up. He knew that he could be quite obsessive but there was something about you because Mickey never went through so much trouble just for some pussy.

Hours passed and you started to wake up, Mickey could see and he was excited about it. He could tell that you were starting to freak out.

“Hello?” Your voice was cracking, and Mickey couldn’t help but groan. He loved hearing you so helpless. “Is there anyone out there?” He could see that you were about to cry, Mickey knew he was fucked in the head, he was since a child but hearing you cry? Fuck, that making him incredibly hard. “Is my boyfriend alright?” Mickey groaned, you were worried about him? Fuck, he started palming himself through his trousers. “Please, don’t hurt him.” Tears were running down your cheeks and Mickey got his cock out and he started stroking it, while he could hear you cry, his strokes got quicker. “Please.” Mickey groaned, and his strokes got quicker. “Please, I’ll do anything.” He started massaging his balls and with the way you were begging? Mickey was going to cum anytime now. “Please.” Mickey came, hard. He got all of his trousers dirty, but it didn't matter.

Mickey didn't talk to you, he only gave you food. It has been days, you were going insane and every time you cried, he was jerking off. He decided to taunt you and got something he hasn’t used in years, the Ghostface voice modulator.

“Good morning, bunny.” The voice boomed across the bedroom and you were scared.

“Who are you?” You sounded almost happy to have a human interaction and Mickey could see how much you craved for it. “Are you going to kill me?” Tears started running down your face, you were so scared. “Where is Mickey?” Seeing how much you were worried about him, Mickey was enjoying every second of it.

“I could never kill you, if you must know someone wanted to kill you, I simply got in the way. This is for your protection.” You started yelling and crying so Mickey stopped talking, and you fell asleep after doing it for hours.

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It has been a whole month, Mickey could see it was getting to you, your mental state was very fragile and he knew this. So now it was time to show himself to you, next part of the plan. Mickey was sure Stockholm Syndrome would make you so malleable, perfect to be his perfect little doll. You were asleep when Mickey opened the door, he watched you for a few minutes, you looked so peaceful.

“Sweetheart, wake up.” He shook you, and you woke up. As soon as you saw Mickey, you started kissing him. 

“Oh my God, are you okay? Mickey, I thought they killed you.” Mickey had a couple of fake bruises on his face, but he thought of something different now.

“How could they kill me when it’s my house, bunny?” He used the voice modulator and you just looked at him, but it was curious, you didn't stop touching Mickey.

“It was you?” You whispered, but your hands were still on Mickey and he was smirking at you.

“Of course, I couldn’t let them kill you, bunny.” Mickey started touching your face and you leaned into his touch.

“You love me?” You whispered, he could see the wheels turning in your head.

“Of course, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” After those words were uttered, you jumped on Mickey.

You started removing his shirt, you were wearing a silk nightgown and nothing underneath. Mickey started kissing you, it was all teeth and passion, he removed your nightgown and you removed his cock from his trousers. 

“I need this, daddy.” You stradled him and aligned his cock at your entrance, Mickey couldn’t believe any of this. It was as if you were possessed.

Mickey put your nipple in his mouth, you were bouncing on his cock, he could feel how wet you were. 

“Keep bouncing on my cock, bunny.” The two of you were on the floor, there was no time to get into bed. You were moaning and bouncing on his big and thick cock, your pussy felt like heaven for Mickey, he was never letting you go now.

“Fuck, daddy.” You screamed, and he could tell you were going to cum.

“Oh, I can tell you’re going to cum bunny. Come on, cum all over my cock little bunny.” He bit your left breast making you moan and then you pulled his hair and Mickey could feel you cumming around his cock.

You were exhausted, you put your head on his shoulder and Mickey started cumming inside you and you moaned. This was perfect, Mickey picked you up and put you on the bed. You started whining and he laid with you, and you laid on top of Mickey.

“I love you, never leave me.” After this, you fell asleep. Mickey smiled, this was way better than he ever imagined.

"Don't worry, bunny. You're mine now." He kissed your forehead and fell asleep as well.

[vampyreelf]

You're Mine Now

A/N: Let me know if I should make a part 2, guys. 🥰

Summary: After Mickey was shot, he left the college and became a hitman. His newest target? You. But he didn't want to kill you, so he decided to take you and make you his.

Mickey Altieri x Reader

Warnings: smut, dark, Mickey's POV, unsavory language, Stockholm syndrome, a dash of daddy kink, talks about murder

(this pic gave the inspo, actually)

Mickey had the foresight to escape after Mrs. Loomis shot him, he wanted to kill the bitch but she was finished off so he was fine. He got all of the money he had access from the bank account before it was closed by the police, so he was able to get by for a couple of years. He went back to the forums where he met Mrs Loomis so he started killing people for hire, it was quickly paying off quickly, he was able to be completely underground and it was great, getting paid for doing what you love.

It has been years now, Mickey was in a routine now. His fees were astronomical because he was the best of what he did, and he made no excuses about it, his only rule was no children, even murderous psychopaths had a line, and that was Mickey’s. Usually his customers were powerful men not wanting to deal with prenups, competitors in their fields, or simply people that pissed them off and that allowed him to walk around the higher circles and Mickey loves the finer things in life, so is a win win situation.

Mickey now was about to meet with a potential client, now he only accepts new customers through referrals, so it doesn’t blow back on him. Only now with all of his security measures in place, Mickey realises in how much danger he was by just accepting random anonymous messages, young and dumb as they say. The building was in a high end hotel, Mickey knew the owner so he knows that every recording of him is prompted deleted. He was wearing his signature full black tailored suit, Mickey was a silver fox now, he was glad that between balding and going gray, it was the latter for him.

“Mr. Wadsworth, how do you do?” The man was probably the same age as Mickey but he was in a disgusting shape, balding and a huge gut, it disgusted Mickey to no end. He took great pride in his appearance, he never understood why other people didn't.

“Mr…I didn't catch your name?” His voice was annoying, Mickey thought, definitely won’t be a regular client.

“That is because I didn't give it to you, shall we?” Mickey motioned for him to sit, which Mr. Wadsworth did. “So, what is the sensitive matter that would like me to handle?” Mickey was always adamant about using vague language, nothing that would look bad on a court reading, was his motto.

“I want a permit for drilling oil but the land is protected by law, there is one senator that is blocking it, I simply need him to have a family emergency, him not being around wouldn’t be good for business.” Mickey laughed, at least he had the foresight to know that getting rid of the only senator blocking his progress would be idiotic, you’d be surprised how many people able to afford a hitman are dumb to target the most obvious person.

“Great, who would be causing the family emergency?” The man passed Mickey the folder, he didn't look at it, Mickey was always adamant about doing his own research.

“It needs to be done before next month.” Mickey nodded and got up from his seat, this man was incredibly dull so he couldn’t wait to leave.

“I know my schedule, transfer half of the money and you’ll hear from me after is done.” They shook hands and Mickey went to his hotel room, it was where he preferred to work. Mickey had a house with way too many acres but he was barely there, if he was being honest it wasn’t conductive to business and it was lonely. Mickey always had one night stands, he hated (loved) to brag but getting women was not an issue for him at all, but an actual relationship? Not likely.

He opened the folder and he saw a photo of the target, the daughter of the senator, you. Seeing your photo made Mickey stop, what a fucking waste, he thought. You were fucking hot, he thought about maybe seducing you and then kill you but would that be enough? Mickey started reading about you, it was comical how much younger you were from Mickey, he was old enough to be his daughter, in his fucked up mind Mickey being so much older than you got him excited.

You were in university, no boyfriend made Mickey smile, from the files it seems as if you were a bit of a loner. He was going to start stalking you and to get close to you, and see how is the best way to do his job. Mickey finished reading your files and went to bed, he was painfully hard now, he simply decided to ignore it and focus on his task, you.

Mickey thought it was way too early, but apparently you woke up that early to go to the library, then your favourite local coffee shop. He got to the library before you, and then you entered the store, it was summer so you were wearing a blue summer dress, Mickey thought you looked delicious. You said hi to the worker and was getting closer to where he was, which was the classics. Mickey was now in character, pretending to ponder on which book to choose, he sighed and that got your attention.

“Hey, sorry to bother you but do you need help?” You tapped him on the shoulder and when Mickey turned to you he wanted to laugh at your reaction, your mouth was open it was clear as day that you found him attractive, that was always made the job much easier.

“It is that obvious that I need help?” Mickey let out a fake embarrassed laugh, it was easy to act like a dork sometimes, Mickey thought.

“Well, no. But you are holding one of my favourites and I need to know why you haven’t chosen it yet.” You were behaving like a school girl with a crush, the giggling, the hand on your face to hide the embarrassment, Mickey thought it was extremely cute.

“It’s for my niece, she just started university and I want to give her a nice gift. Do you think that should I just bite the bullet and buy both?” He gave you his million dollar smile and he could see you melting, you were adorable.

“If you can, I would. Especially if she’s a book worm like me.” You laughed again, and Mickey could see that you couldn’t hold eye contact him and he loved it.

“I can’t believe that you are a book worm, how can such a beautiful woman like you be buried in books? I guess that you have the beauty and the brains, then?” You touched Mickey’s arm while laughing, he got closer to you and you did too.

“You are too kind, sir.” Mickey took a deep breath, you calling him sir being so close to him was making him incredibly hard.

“I’m Mickey, by the way.” He extended his hand for you to shake it and you introduced yourself. Your whole demeanor, voice and body was intoxicating for Mickey, he wanted you, not just for one night, he wanted you to be his forever. “I know this is probably too much too soon but…would you like to get a cup of coffee with me?” He looked at you with a smirk, you looked so flustered and Mickey loved every second of it.

“Yes, there’s a coffee shop that I love.” You and Mickey went to the counter and he paid for both books, he could tell that you were admiring him, his suit, the way Mickey carried himself, he could tell that you enjoyed everything about him.

“Shall we? My car is parked right out front.” Mickey’s hand went on your lower back, he could tell that you enjoyed the contact, getting to the door he made sure to open the door for you. He did the same with his car door, his car was spacious and he could tell that you liked it. “You’re gonna have to guide me, because I moved here a couple months back and I still don’t know my way around it.” The two of you smiled and you were more than happy to give him directions to the coffee shop.

Getting there Mickey could tell that people were staring at him, it was a regular occurrence but he could tell that it was a bit weird for you, so he made sure to be touching you at all times, Mickey pulled the chair out for you and acted like the perfect gentleman for you, he was proud on that fact.

“So, what do you do for a living Mickey?” He could tell that you were nervous, afraid of saying the wrong thing and mess it up but that wouldn’t happen with Mickey to smooth out any situation.

“Consulting, they pay an obscene amount of money to put out their fires.” It was true, his killing rates were astronomical, and he did what he loved. “What about you, sweetheart?” You giggled like a schoolgirl and tried to cover it up with a cough, Mickey tought it was the sweetest thing ever.

“I’m in university at the moment, but I still have no idea what I’m going to do…maybe you can teach me more about consulting?” Mickey could see the attempt of trying to get his number and he smiled.

“I’d be more than happy to teach you anything you want, sweetheart.” Mickey put his hand on yours and you looked at it and he saw how your breathing changed, oh you were horny, Mickey thought to himself.

“I’d like that.” You said in a breathy voice and Mickey knew you were a goner.

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After your first date, Mickey made sure to take your contact details and he was now a staple in your life. He was the first person you called when you had anything going on in your life, and it has only been a week. Mickey on the other hand was utterly obsessed with you, and he already that he wasn’t going to kill you and that you were going to be with him for the rest of your life. He already had everything ready, and he made sure to destroy the life of the man that wanted you dead and if you were with him, no one would try to kill you because of your father ever again.

Mickey went to the restaurant to meet you, today was the day that he was going to make you his fully. His house was already set for you to be there, no work for a while to pay full attention to you, Mickey never felt this way before, and he wasn’t going to give up on you, he owned you, it was only a matter of time for you to find out.

“How are you, sweetheart?” You went to Mickey and kissed him, and he took advantage of that and put the drug on your drink.

“I’m great, I can’t wait for you to meet my parents.” Mickey smiled, another reason why he wanted to take you away, not having to meet your parents.

“Me too, sweetheart.” The two of you started talking about other things, and you started getting a bit sleepy. “Are you okay, baby?” Mickey looked so concerned, it almost looked real.

“Yeah, yeah…just a bit tired.” You yawned and Mickey asked for the check, the drug was going to knock you out in a few minutes.

“Let’s get you home, sweetheart.” He paid with cash, as always and guided you to his car. As soon as you got there, sleep took over you.

Mickey started driving, he made the point of not initiating any intimacy with you, he wanted you fully comfortable with him. He looked at your exposed legs and Mickey caressed it, your skin was so smooth, he felt like a goddamn teenager, getting hard just by feeling your leg. He focused on the road, otherwise he would start fucking you before you woke up.

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When Mickey arrived with you still asleep it was evening, he took you out of the car and carried you to his house. House was an understatement, it was a mansion but Mickey hated to brag. He had a bedroom ready for you, it didn't open from the inside, he knew that you were going to freak out for a couple of days and he needed to break you in.

He decorated the bedroom in a way that he knew you would enjoy, he put you on the bed and left. Watching you on the camera, Mickey grabbed a beer and waited for you to wake up. He knew that he could be quite obsessive but there was something about you because Mickey never went through so much trouble just for some pussy.

Hours passed and you started to wake up, Mickey could see and he was excited about it. He could tell that you were starting to freak out.

“Hello?” Your voice was cracking, and Mickey couldn’t help but groan. He loved hearing you so helpless. “Is there anyone out there?” He could see that you were about to cry, Mickey knew he was fucked in the head, he was since a child but hearing you cry? Fuck, that making him incredibly hard. “Is my boyfriend alright?” Mickey groaned, you were worried about him? Fuck, he started palming himself through his trousers. “Please, don’t hurt him.” Tears were running down your cheeks and Mickey got his cock out and he started stroking it, while he could hear you cry, his strokes got quicker. “Please.” Mickey groaned, and his strokes got quicker. “Please, I’ll do anything.” He started massaging his balls and with the way you were begging? Mickey was going to cum anytime now. “Please.” Mickey came, hard. He got all of his trousers dirty, but it didn't matter.

Mickey didn't talk to you, he only gave you food. It has been days, you were going insane and every time you cried, he was jerking off. He decided to taunt you and got something he hasn’t used in years, the Ghostface voice modulator.

“Good morning, bunny.” The voice boomed across the bedroom and you were scared.

“Who are you?” You sounded almost happy to have a human interaction and Mickey could see how much you craved for it. “Are you going to kill me?” Tears started running down your face, you were so scared. “Where is Mickey?” Seeing how much you were worried about him, Mickey was enjoying every second of it.

“I could never kill you, if you must know someone wanted to kill you, I simply got in the way. This is for your protection.” You started yelling and crying so Mickey stopped talking, and you fell asleep after doing it for hours.

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It has been a whole month, Mickey could see it was getting to you, your mental state was very fragile and he knew this. So now it was time to show himself to you, next part of the plan. Mickey was sure Stockholm Syndrome would make you so malleable, perfect to be his perfect little doll. You were asleep when Mickey opened the door, he watched you for a few minutes, you looked so peaceful.

“Sweetheart, wake up.” He shook you, and you woke up. As soon as you saw Mickey, you started kissing him. 

“Oh my God, are you okay? Mickey, I thought they killed you.” Mickey had a couple of fake bruises on his face, but he thought of something different now.

“How could they kill me when it’s my house, bunny?” He used the voice modulator and you just looked at him, but it was curious, you didn't stop touching Mickey.

“It was you?” You whispered, but your hands were still on Mickey and he was smirking at you.

“Of course, I couldn’t let them kill you, bunny.” Mickey started touching your face and you leaned into his touch.

“You love me?” You whispered, he could see the wheels turning in your head.

“Of course, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” After those words were uttered, you jumped on Mickey.

You started removing his shirt, you were wearing a silk nightgown and nothing underneath. Mickey started kissing you, it was all teeth and passion, he removed your nightgown and you removed his cock from his trousers. 

“I need this, daddy.” You stradled him and aligned his cock at your entrance, Mickey couldn’t believe any of this. It was as if you were possessed.

Mickey put your nipple in his mouth, you were bouncing on his cock, he could feel how wet you were. 

“Keep bouncing on my cock, bunny.” The two of you were on the floor, there was no time to get into bed. You were moaning and bouncing on his big and thick cock, your pussy felt like heaven for Mickey, he was never letting you go now.

“Fuck, daddy.” You screamed, and he could tell you were going to cum.

“Oh, I can tell you’re going to cum bunny. Come on, cum all over my cock little bunny.” He bit your left breast making you moan and then you pulled his hair and Mickey could feel you cumming around his cock.

You were exhausted, you put your head on his shoulder and Mickey started cumming inside you and you moaned. This was perfect, Mickey picked you up and put you on the bed. You started whining and he laid with you, and you laid on top of Mickey.

“I love you, never leave me.” After this, you fell asleep. Mickey smiled, this was way better than he ever imagined.

"Don't worry, bunny. You're mine now." He kissed your forehead and fell asleep as well.

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Real!!!!!!!!!!! (but he looks so hot slicing people up, I want the best of both worlds)

Mickey Altieri Aesthetic

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Mickey Altieri Aesthetic

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Reblog if you are a safe person to talk to

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Complicated Arrangement

A/N: Someone stop me from writing for Thomas Shelby, lol.

Summary: You are Thomas Shelby's sugar baby, you fell in love with him and now you're in trouble.

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warnings: daddy kink, smut, use of Y/N (but only twice), modern!Thomas Shelby.

Tag: @mrkdvidal1989.

You had everything you ever wanted, money, gifts, a great apartment, your grades were great, there was one problem, your heart. Thomas was pretty specific with you when he asked you to be his sugar baby, you could hear his voice saying it to you, every time you saw him sleeping, and every time he did something that made your heart swell.

“Don’t fall in love with me.”

You agreed, because you needed the money and you never thought that you could fall in love with Thomas Shelby, he was cold, distant, but none of that stopped you from loving him. Thomas insisted on having separate apartments, you thought it was a good thing, since you wanted your privacy. And now, you were hiding from him, and you weren’t supposed to do that, even if the both of you didn't meet in person, he insisted that you never kept anything from him, but how could you talk to him when you disobeyed his rule? It wasn’t like the times when you were bratty, just to have his attention, you would lose Tommy forever if you talked to him about that, so you were ghosting for a week.

Thomas was deeply concerned with your lack of news and updates, so he decided to stop by at your apartment, so he could see you, he was missing you like crazy, your voice, your soft skin, your whimpers and moans, everything about you intoxicating for him. He even considered the possibility of you finding someone else, but he was adamant with you, he did not share, especially you.

You were now at your apartment, studying for the finals, you were really stressed out, not because of the finals, but because of Thomas, you needed him, but you were scared that you were going to tell him everything, about your feelings. You heard a knock on the door, it was probably the delivery man, bringing your pizza. You opened the door, and you gasped, there was Thomas Shelby, looking as handsome as always, and with a hungry look on his face.

“You didn't called me, you didn't text me, what’s going on, Y/N?” You knew he wasn’t mad, just concerned, because he never called you by your name, only nicknames.

“It’s nothing, I’m really sorry, I should’ve called you, I’m just studying for the finals.” Thomas knew that was a lie, because he could read you like anyone else, and he knew that you were hiding something.

“That’s not it, there’s something else, tell me.” He smiled, and you signed, you couldn’t tell him.

“It’s nothing, I have to study.” You tried to shut the door, but he stopped you.

“Are you trying to get rid of me, baby?” He was using that voice, the voice that brought the submissive in you.

“No, Daddy. But I really need to study.” You said, and Thomas smirked.

“Good, because you’ve been a very bad girl, ignoring Daddy, you need to be punished, kitten.” He entered your apartment and sat on the couch, smirking the whole time.

“Go to the bedroom, and I want to see you laying in bed, naked, waiting for Daddy.” You nodded and went to the bedroom, despite being scared of telling him how you really feel, you needed him, more than anything.

You quickly took off your clothes and laid on the bed, waiting for Ivar, you were getting anxious, every minute felt like hours. Thomas opened the door, and sat on the bed, he was devouring you with his eyes, you could feel yourself aroused, just by his predatory gaze.

“What should I do with you? There’s so many possibilities, I could bring you to the edge over and over again, or I could make you cum until you pass out, or I could just tease you enough and then leave, so many things I can do to you, little one.” The whole time Tommy was caressing your body his hand, your thighs, your stomach, your arms.

“Please, don’t tease me, Daddy.” You whimpered, and Thomas stopped, he got close to your ear.

“But you need to be punished, kitten.” He whispered, and you bite your lip, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Please, I need you, Daddy.” He growled, you knew that he couldn’t resist you.

“Alright, kitten.” He sat next to you, and started to run his fingers in your thighs, slowly, you opened your legs to give him more access, making him chuckle.

“Such a good girl.” He praised, and licked the shell of your ear, making you whimper.

“You’re gonna keep your eyes on me all the time, kitten.” You nodded and Thomas slapped your clit, lightly. “I need words, little one.” He kissed your neck and down to your collarbone.

“Yes, Daddy.” He seemed pleased with your response, and started to make small and slow circles on your clit, you gasped at the contact.

“Does that feel good, kitten?” His eyes were on you all the time, you couldn’t look away.

“Yes, it feels so good, Daddy.” Your breath was more erratic, Thomas loved seeing you like this.

“Do you want me to fuck this pretty little pussy of yours?” His movements on your clit were faster, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

“Yes, please fuck me with your fingers, Daddy.” He inserted two fingers inside you, his movements were fast, the only sounds in the room were your moans and the pornografic sounds that Thomas was drawing out of you.

“You’re so good to me, you’re gonna cum on my fingers?” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath and his voice were all it took to bring you to the edge.

You came on his fingers, you grabbed his arm and squeezed.

“Do you want my cock, buried deep inside your pussy? Do you want that, kitten?” He took off his shirt, and he was unbuttoning his pants.

“Yes, fuck me, Daddy. Please.” You said, biting your lip, he growled.

“I’m gonna ruin you, baby.” He put his cock on your entrance, teasing you.

“Don’t tease, please.” You begged, and Thomas slammed his cock inside you, not giving you time to adjust to his size, his pace was brutal, animalistic, and you loved that.

“D-daddy.” You moaned, so lost in pleasure. You wrapped your legs around his waist, Thomas started to hit your g-spot repeatedly, you were getting close again.

“I’m so close, Daddy.” You whispered.

“Cum all over my cock, kitten.” He encouraged you, after a few more thrusts, you came again, and Thomas came right after you.

He cuddled with you, and he kept saying that you were amazing, whispering sweet nothings on your ear.

“Now you’re gonna tell me what’s bothering you?” He asked, and tensed.

“I can’t, Tommy.” You tried to leave, but he didn't let you.

“Tell me, you can tell me anything, little one.” He encouraged you.

“Thomas, I love you.” You closed your eyes, you didn't want to see the disapproving look on his handsome face, when he didn't said anything, you turned around and saw him smiling.

“Thank God, I thought I was the only one.” You frowned.

“What are you talking about?” He laughed, and kissed your hand.

“Baby, I fell in love with you, for a very long time, I just didn't have the guts to tell you.” You smiled at him. “Wait, is that the reason you’ve been avoiding me?” You nodded.

 “I love you, Y/N.” He kissed you, gently.

“I love you too, Tommy.” The both of you laughed.