#Galadriel x fem reader

[elithilanor]

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Blood Red

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So literally most of what I’m writing right now is porny in some way (which I figure you’d appreciate) so have some WIP of dom! Galadriel (lotr/Cate Blanchett) and a sub! Female reader because I really like the last line of dialogue:

“Lady Galadriel!” You gasp out, eyes falling shut and head titling back. You dig your nails into one of her arms locked around you.

Galadriel’s eyes flash and she growls, rolling her hips and sinking farther into you. In response, you instinctively spread your legs even farther apart and press back against her, whining.

“That’s it; just like that.” She purrs into your ear as she runs a hand down your back and presses you back down before thrusting the final inch into you.

“You take me so well, my sweet girl.”

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Nice to meet you

Warnings: First meetings, fluff

Word count: 1.6 K

Pairing: Cate Blanchett x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Meeting Cate (Based on a true story, only, I didn't meet Cate)

Requests: OPEN

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When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was that the sun was too bright and warm for ten o'clock in the morning. I lazily picked up my mobile phone and unlocked it, only to realise that I had not set my alarm and that it was in fact already 11:00 A.M.

"Shit"

As best I could, and literally running, I got out of my bed, put on a pair of jeans, my work t-shirt, and went into the bathroom. In less than 5 minutes I had brushed my teeth, washed my face, combed my hair and grabbed my make-up bag. I grabbed my backpack, money, my keys and left the flat to run to the underground station.

The train arrived quickly and since it was no longer rush hour, it was practically empty, so I sat down and took off my make-up, knowing that I wouldn't get to work for another 30 minutes.

When I got to the station where I had to get off, I did so and ran to the nearby square in order to get to my work. I opened the door, dodged several customers and made my way to the counter of the bookshop.

"Look who deigned to show up," joked my cousin.

I had been working in the bookshop run by my aunt for months. It was a great advantage, since, with tardiness like today's, in any other job, I would have been fired by now, but here, I only received a disapproving look from my aunt and a silly smile from my uncle.

"Oh, T/N, now why were you so late?"

"I forgot to set my alarm"

My aunt just rolled her eyes.

"You should set an alarm to remind you to set an alarm," my uncle joked, making us all giggle.

"Well, since you're finally here, please mop the floor."

"Sure, hey auntie, remember I told you if you'd give me permission to get away for two or three hours here in the square?"

"You're late and you still want to go out?" joked my cousin.

"What do you want to go out for?" asked my uncle, as he brought down books from a Spanish publisher.

"There's going to be a premiere of Cate Blanchett's new film. And the cast is coming…"

"And T/N would rather die than lose the chance to meet that woman," my cousin finished.

"Sorry for appreciating what a good actress she is".

I was a lying whore. Sure, the woman was the greatest actress of the 21st century, but she was also the most sensual woman I had ever met. My gay ass was shaking just thinking about her.

"What time is that?"

"At 3:00 p.m."

"Where is it?"

"It's in the cinema in this very square".

"Okey".

And without further ado, he began to help my uncle with the Spanish books.

"Is that a yes?"

Out of nowhere, he stood up with a grimace of pain.

"Help your uncle with the books and then we'll see".

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My aunt had a problem, and this was that she would regularly, if not always, forget that I had already left some task, and suddenly I would start doing another one that needed to be done more urgently, so it was not unusual for me to notice that, just when I had half the floor mopped, the clock in the shop already showed 3:10 PM.

"Auntie, it's already 3:10."

"So what?"

"I asked you that you would give me the opportunity to go out to the premiere of the film".

"Have you finished cleaning?"

"Almost there…

"Then it's over now"

I started mopping quickly to finish faster.

"Do it right, T/N!"

I felt my heart start to flutter as, outside the venue, I could hear the screams, the people starting to run. Shit, it was too late, there was probably already a big crowd on the red carpet, which was going to make it impossible for me to get an autograph or a picture.

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After finishing my chores, I quickly set out to go to the storeroom, drop off the mop and bucket, and just as I was taking off my uniform shirt to put on a nicer one, I heard some pretty loud shouting and the front door slamming. For several minutes I listened to murmuring until suddenly my cousin shouted.

"Y/N, come"

I quickly put on my T-shirt, and grabbed my small bag. As I left, I noticed an excessive amount of people in front of the bookshop, which scared me.

"What's going on, why are there so many people outside…?

Before I could finish my sentence, I walked over to where my cousin was, to find her standing next to Cate Blanchett and her make-up artist Mary.

"Hello. Nice to meet you"

The blonde greeted me with a charming smile. But I froze. I literally didn't know what to do.

Part of me wanted to start screaming and jumping up and down with excitement, another part was about to cry and try to hug her, while another part wanted to make a fool of myself as little as possible and try to start a conversation about her films and what a great actress she is in my eyes.

"Excuse her, she's too gay to talk" my cousin scoffed, eliciting a giggle from both older women "she's literally in love with you. When she was like 15 she said she'd marry you."

Yep, it was definitely not in my plans to be humiliated like that by my own cousin.

What was my next action, just ignore my cousin and start with some of my actions, make believe that this is a joke?

"It's not true, I mean, I do want to kiss you, but not since I was fifteen".

NO. IT'S. I really told one of the best actresses in the world that I wanted to kiss her, I WANT TO DIE.

I covered my face with both hands, but through the gap between my fingers I could see Cate giggle and adjust her hair.

"Well… I'm flattered."

"But… but what are you doing here?" I tried to change the subject just to avoid further embarrassment.

"People started to crowd around and I needed to fix this," Mary said as she pointed to Cate's torn dress.

"You know, a torn dress can't break my aura of perfection…" Cate tried to joke, but, she didn't know my name. She was asking my name!

"T/N, my name is T/N"

"T/N" she whispered my name in such a sensual way that I felt my panties start to get wet. "That's a beautiful name."

"T…thank you"

She began to wander around the room, while Mary, behind her, tried to fix her dress. As my gaze followed them, I felt a nudge in my rib.

"Hey, I've got to go" my cousin spoke, "can you stay and look after the blonde while my aunt comes back from her office?" before I could answer, she laughed and tapped me on the shoulder "who am I kidding, you sure get wet at the thought of being alone with that woman."

"You know we're not alone, and there's her make-up artist, right?"

"We're going to pretend that wouldn't stop you, are we?"

She just laughed and left.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that my aunt was attending to an important call, while my uncle was arranging the diaries. So, I followed them, seeing that Cate was too focused on one section of the bookshop.

"Do you have a specific section for LGBT literature?"

She turned to look at me, while Mary was fixing her dress and make-up. It wasn't a question on the air.

"Yes, we have a wide variety.

"I've never read this one" as she could, she picked up Ruth Gogoll's 'Taxi to Paris' book. and leafed through it a little.

"That's a very good one, I've read it more than 3 times…"

"So I'm dealing with a stalker?" she joked, causing me to let out an involuntary laugh. I can't believe she just made a reference to her own joke.

"In my defence, it's part of a research project for my university".

"What are you studying?"

"I'm studying cinema. I'd like to make an adaptation of that book".

"That's wonderful, darling. Is that your first race?"

"Yes…"

"You are so young…"

We were both silent, but with our eyes fixed on each other's, until Mary's throat clearing brought us out of our reverie.

"Cate, we have to go, it's already late."

"Oh, right."

She put the book back where she took it from, but just before she walked, I stepped forward and took the book, handing it to the blonde.

"Here, I'll give it to you"

"Oh darling, you're a sweetheart, but don't worry, I could pay for it…"

Fuck it, it's now or never.

"Yes, but, when you read it, you'll think of me."

I saw her eyes sparkle and she gave me a beautiful smile.

"Well, I guess I owe her the same treatment. Maybe a picture will make her think of me, sweet princess?" she joked.

"That would be wonderful, beautiful woman," I curtsied, causing her smile to grow.

I handed my mobile phone to Mary and just as I was smiling for the picture, I felt Cate's warm, soft lips on the corner of my mouth.

Mary took the picture and told Cate they had to leave, so she handed me my mobile phone and left, almost dragging Cate with her.

"I hope you remember me every time you see the picture".

"I hope you remember me every time you read the book".

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[just-trying-to-fangirl-in-peace]

Galadriel x fem!Elf!reader

-> in which she sees you in her 2x02 vision instead of Celebrimbor

Warnings: angst, implied Sauron x reader

An immeasurable weight lifts itself off of Galadriel’s chest when she sees you there, safe and sound in Lindon. Your name leaves her lips as she stands from her brother’s grave.

“They did not tell me you had arrived.”

“Well, here I am,” you say softly. And so you are, but...

Something is not right. The guarded smile you give her does not quite reach your eyes. And whereas before you would not have hesitated to come to her and take her hand in yours, or even embrace her in joy of your reunion, now you make no move towards her at all.

Of course not. You must be cross, she thinks, and you have every right to be. For centuries on end you had fought by her side, believed in her even when no one else would. You were the only member of her company that had not turned against her in the mountains. You had not hesitated to leap into the ocean when she had.

And yet, despite all that, she could not find it in herself to be honest with you when she left you in Eregion. Even when you begged her to tell you what was plaguing her, the words would not leave her mouth.

Sauron is alive. You stood by his side and called him friend. Because of me.

Her shame had been too great. Rather than endure it, she had betrayed your trust. And now you will not come to her because the wound has not yet closed.

So she closes the distance between you instead, wrapping her arms around you the moment you are within reach.

“Forgive me,” she says in a trembling murmur, her regret mingling with relief as she feels you return her embrace. “I should not have left without telling you the truth. I should not have left without you.” She pulls away to look into your eyes. There is still care in your gaze, but now it is tainted by deep sorrow. Your name is heavy with regret on her lips as she says it once, twice, resting her hands on your upper arms as if to brace herself for what she must, at last, confess to you. “The reason why I acted like I did... The reason Halbrand left was because—”

“Because you discovered he was Sauron.”

Your voice is nothing but calm and understanding. Yet your words are a tidal wave, threatening to steal the ground from beneath Galadriel’s feet. Her eyes grow wide, her lips trembling. How do you know...?

Your hands settle beneath her elbows, like you are seeking to soothe her as you answer the question she hadn’t gotten to ask, “We’ve had an unexpected visitor in Eregion.”

“He has returned already?” she breathes out. There is no concealing the dread that chills her bones.

“Yes,” you nod once, “but you must not blame yourself. Had I known, it would have made no difference. I would still be standing here, as I am now.”

A half-sob escapes Galadriel’s throat. Yes, you are here, and you are unharmed. Yes, she knows you are as fierce in battle as she is and just as capable of protecting yourself, but to think how close you have come the Lord of Darkness, to a threat that might have been beyond your skill to escape, tears at her soul in ways she cannot bear.

“Had I lost you...” she murmurs.

“Oh, Galadriel,” you whisper. Your hand cups her cheek with utmost gentleness, catching a tear that had slipped from her eye. She leans into your touch, is painfully grateful for it. Your eyes shine with tears as well, carrying the same pain she feels as you speak. “You have lost me. All is lost.”

“No,” she shakes her head, willing fiery determination back into her limbs and heart as she grasps at your hand on her cheek. “No, it isn’t too late. It cannot be. We shall find the Enemy and—”

The words die in her throat. Because when she touched your hand, she found something that hadn’t been there before, and which at once demanded her attention. Her gaze drops to your hand, and she sees what it is that felt so cold and rough beneath her fingertips.

There is a ring on your finger. One with a gem black as the night, so dark it barely even reflects the sunlight. One she knows, deep in her bones, to be no ordinary ring.

One of his making.

She says your name again, this time in question. She knows the answers, but dares not ask. And you know she knows, but you tell her anyway.

“It is a Ring of Power. The very same as yours.”

“No, not like mine,” Galadriel is quick to deny, voice sharp with anger as well as fear for you. “The Three are free of his influence. Yours is tainted by the dark, poisoned by shadow. It will bring you nothing but ruin. Remove it, I beg you!”

But all that you remove is your hand from within her grasp, a small yet sharp movement which puts what feels like an insurmountable distance between you and her.

“I cannot,” you retort. You glance down at your Ring, and your voice softens. “I will not.”

You sound almost... affectionate. The sort of affection with which you would speak of her.

“You will not?” Galadriel says, barely above a whisper. For a moment, you shut your eyes, breathing as if to steady yourself before you meet her gaze again. It is your turn, now, to make a great confession.

“Because it is a ring of promise as well.”

“Promise? What sort of—?”

But she knows. As the skies darken overhead and the dread settles in her lungs, she knows exactly what you mean. Only, she cannot believe it.

She knew you had come to care for Halbrand, but she had not imagined your feelings ran so deep. Or perhaps she had not cared to see it. But even if you had fallen for the supposed lost king of the Southlanders, surely once you learned of his true nature, you would never so much as consider—

“I know what you must think,” you say, in the same eerily calm tone you did at the beginning. “All the years we spent together... Fought together... Had you asked, I would have been yours in a heartbeat. But there was nothing you wanted more than to find him. You always chose him. Now, so have I.”

“No,” Galadriel says. “No. These are his words, not yours!” She surges towards you, aiming to take hold of your hand again. You let her, but this time it isn’t only the gem that feels cold to the touch—it is your skin itself. “What has he done to you?” she asks, frantic. “Speak to me. Please, tell me what has happened! There must be a way to put this right.”

“All is right,” you insist, shaking your head as if explaining the simplest of things to one who cannot understand. “Do not fight him. Do not fight us. When next we meet, I shall be your queen. And I shall be kind to you. But I cannot be yours.”

Your words cut deep, fueling the flames of despair that have taken hold in Galadriel’s heart. She cannot believe what she is seeing, what she is hearing. You do not have to be hers, she wants to say, even if she wishes desperately that she had told you what you meant to her when she had the chance. You can belong to whomever you wish, so long as you are happy—so long as it is not Sauron himself—

She means to say it. But in a blink, you are gone, and she is back inside Gil-galad’s council chamber.

“And what says the Commander of the Northern Armies?” the High King asks. “Galadriel?”

And so Galadriel knows that the nightmare is over. You truly are in Eregion, and Sauron in the guise of Halbrand may truly be on his way there, or already with you. But the Ring on your finger, and the way your mind had been twisted... She knows that was but a vision given to her by her own Ring of Power, a possible future which has yet to materialize, but which is terrifyingly possible.

She vows to herself, then and there, that she will not let it come to pass.

[pursuitseternal]

Spooky, sexy, wolfy “Trespassers Beware” just in time for Halloween…

Fem!Reader (Galadriel) x Sauron |E| 4K Wolf Sex

🎨 by @thebabydragon

Summary: You seek the source of the dark power, following the rumors and the wolf howls to the Old Fortress… he finds you… and does so much more

CW: bestiality, multiple wolves at once, wolf possession, disembodied sorcerers having their way, sex in an old ruin with your forbidden lover

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You heard the rumors; they are what drive you to leave the secret realm you worked tirelessly to build. Your haven, your home among the trees. Your safety ensured for an age among the Mallorn trees, you enjoyed the peace while war had raged around you. Your powers of protection had ensured the preservation of light in the darkness.

But it wasn’t enough. Not since you had touched the darkness and left it with a howl in your ears and a slickness between your legs.

You tried to be content with your kingdom of light, but in the dark, you still heard his music. It wafted to you in your dreams, faint, an almost-illusion that haunted you. But it never woke you. Never appeared. Never showed himself aroused and ready to fuck as he had before. He was too preoccupied with war then, and since the Fall of the Enemy, that music had grown silent.

Until tonight.

Tonight, the melody stirred your body, boiling your blood. Tonight you crept along the forest darkness, the edge of your own lands behind you. You still remember that music from your dreams. The way you had just awoken in a sweat, wet and panting like you hadn’t felt in over and age.

You knew the rumors had spread to your door, a spirit dwelling in the shadows of the Old Fortress. Dol Guldur. You had heard tales from travelers that now there were foul things in the darkness, spider webs among the trees and howls in the silence.

But rumors were hollow. You need to see them for yourself. To follow the call of those wolves to their Master.

For you could not deny, part of you hopes it is him. The master of such wolves, the sensual caress of darkness itself.

Your heart beats in your chest, erratic and hard, as you step between the black limbed trees in this part of the Greenwood. Or the Mirkwood as it is now called. Craning your neck, you listen for his song, just a faint wavering that meets your ear.

Your hand flexes, the thin strip of your finger missing the protection of your ring. But you smile, better to seek what you desire without abandon, without distraction or more temptation. For finding the Spirit in the Woods is temptation enough.

Dusty, dead leaves under your feet turn to cold stones. You stand on the bridge to the Fortress, a chill in the air that somehow heats your body, shivers running down your spine to pool between your thighs. You hear that song, that music, faint but real, whining from the distant and crumbling walls. Mists swirl, and you get the feeling of distant eyes watching you, that crawling sensation creeping all across your skin to steal your breath. You reminisce, the feeling of being here before. The ruins of a fortress of darkness, howls in the distance, your body warming at the memory of the same feelings from a thousand years before.

The hush of winds rustle the leaves across the stone bridge, and you push on. Until you hear the scratch of claws in front of you. Suddenly, orange eyes begin to glow in the shadows of arches and derelict walls. Panting, growling, a pack of large, grey wolves file in around you. Their eyes glint in hunger, tongue lapping at their jaws.

Suddenly, a low, rumbling howl overwhelms your ears, commanding his pack to withdraw. Commanding you to come.

And come you do. The way his voice weaves around your body is palpable, shaking into your flesh, riding into your insides with a tremor.

You know that sound in your bones. It is him.

Above you from a parapet, black mist swirls. And then eyes large and red shine, flickering with ridges of orange and flecks of yellow. Made of flame themselves. Two of them, staring unblinking above you. Your blood seems to freeze with fear and boil with desire at once.

That music that settled for ages in your bones now greets your ear, melancholic, weak, and mournful. A baleful howl comes from that patch of shadow, darker than death itself.

“Have you come to taunt me, Lady Light?” his voice scratched inside your ear. “Come to show me the spoils of a lost war? Treasures I shall never plunder the same again?”

Your heart races against your ribs, feeling your body responding to the sound of his voice, the pull of that lamenting music now that fills your ears.

“You come seeking something… or else you would not be here…” those flaming eyes seem to be framed in a tall form, crouching low to the floor of the parapet above you. A shadow of a great wolf, remembering the form you have always craved between your legs.

You step closer, your body humming to life as it had not for centuries. Your body burns despite the cold mist and shadows, your heart beats with lust, not with fear. Even as a dozen eyes shine back at you from the crumbling fortress.

“I may no longer have true eyes to see, or a true tongue to pry your answer from your pretty, pouting lips, but I have my ways even now to make you keen and answer me…”

“Oh?” You dare, sliding your feet through itching dust, your core now turning to liquid, searing and strange, as you meet those eyes of flame with your own arrogant glance. “What would you do to force out my answer as to why I have come? Do you fear I have come to tame you, Wolf?” You toss your words with confidence, arrogance growing with each step you take. Drawn in willingly by his sorcery, his presence.

“Tame me?” he spits down at you, throwing the heat of his gaze in your direction. “No, you will find I am fire and shadow now, untamable, feral, and wild as the dark forest in which you foolishly trespassed…”

Your heart lurches at the meanings. “You mean…?”

“That’s correct, little She-elf, little enemy of mine. I have no form with which to fuck you now, if that was your desire.”

“That is not…”

His howl pierces your ear, splitting your hearing, deafening you with his power. Shadows grow around you, feeling pulled inside the crumbling walls of the Old Fortress. All is mist and shadow and flames and shining eyes.

You feel a hint of fear, heart racing as those wolf eyes begin to draw nearer to you. They shine a white in the distance, but as they draw nearer, they glow like fire. Matching the eyes that still glare unblinking from the archway above you. “Do not lie to me, after all our times together, with only you and me, my fangs in your throat, your body trembling around mine. There is nothing else for it now, it is the punishment you will take for entering my lands. Pleasure or death.”

The black bodies of the wolves draw near, the Wolf Lord’s voice echoing around you from every direction. They circle you, brushing their fur against your legs every so often. Their growls make their own sad music, but one that still fueled the heat between your legs. Each wolf, sable coated and flaming eyes now. Like their Master.

“Which is it, my love,” his voice sounds in your ear, as if his mouth pressed into the curves and point of your ear. “Death—” you feel a snout shoving in your ass, the weight of the beast heaving against you until you fall to your knees. Pain shoots through your body as you hit the rough stone ruin. You pant, swallowing the cry of anguish. Another wolf, eyes of glowing orange and swirling gold, stares into you. Your face matching his height, his maw bearing teeth on one side, as if he smirks. “—or pleasure?” That disembodied voice floats no longer, the smell of smoke settling over this lupine form, that rumbling voice of the Master sounding from its throat.

“You know my answer,” you breathe with a force you did not suspect you could muster as you are stared down by two dozen flaming eyes in the darkness.

“Pleasure it is,” the voice rumbles, so close to the wolf, you can feel its low vibration in your belly. The beast’s hot breath passes over your face, its tongue lolling as it stares, smiling. Massive. You know that wolf will cover you head to toe once the master decides it.

But you force a laugh, reaching a hand to pet it between the ears, trialing your touch down its neck. Fur so thick, so lush, you can’t let go. “Of course, you pick the male almost as big and beautiful as you were to possess…”

“You’re wrong,” his voice sounds from the chest before you. And a dozen other places in the dark. “Why inhabit one body to fuck you in when I can possess them all… possess them to possess you…”

The air grows so cold around you, chilling your skin even under your shift. As if you are already naked. The damp of the mist thickens now, wetting your dress against the goose flesh of your body. You cannot bear it anymore. Ready to rip it off your self.

The Wolf before you takes a deep breath, nostrils flaring as he prods his muzzle into the neckline of your gown. For a moment, you enjoy the heat of his breath down your bosoms. The beast looks down at you with glowing orange eyes—his eyes. His teeth sink into the fabric of your dress, slowly and deliberately. Undressing you with care. Even if it means tearing the measly fabric from your flesh, rip by rip. He jerks his head, baring your skin to the damp night until it puddles in shreds at your feet.

You look at the beast before you, covered in thick, dark fur that ripples in the stiff breeze. And you want nothing more than to have it cover you head to toe. You wrap your arms around his neck, feeling its breath down your back, its muscles flexing in your embrace. The scent of cedar and smoke, the tingle of magic floods you where you touch him. That mournful flow of music curls inside your ear, the wolf resting his head on your shoulders for a moment.

But you are wrong to trust him entirely. His head lifts, dragging that soft, tickling fur against the crook of your neck. His laughter fills your ear, warm and harsh and cruel. Wet fangs replace the blanket of fur on your skin, their points sinking into the flesh of your shoulder with piercing agony. You scream, your voice swallowed by the noise, joining in the rising chorus of howls that echo around you.

Swallowed by the sound of him in his pack of monsters. Consumed by the pain of his fangs pressing into your flesh. Marking you, claiming you as his as your blood covers his tongue and paints his maw.

Your body buckles, bending you on your knees until your bare body lays on the freezing stone. Releasing your shoulder, the great wolf laps at the wounds, cleaning the punctures as soons as your blood begins to trickle. You shiver, from pain and from the cold, but soon it is only your biting fear that races up and down your spine.

Two more wolves approach you, their eyes glowing, his laughter multiplied as many voices when they reach their mouths for your wrists. They don’t bite. At least not hard. But they make you their captive, tongues licking the inside of your wrists as they stretch you out against the ground. Their teeth circled your wrists leaving you nowhere to go.

You breathe, forcing your chest to rise and fall. Feeling your nipples straining painfully hard in the cold. You wish something, anything would take away the chill.

As if to answer your desperate prayer, something hot trails over your mound. All you see is the hulking frame of that Great Wolf, eyes gleaming up from between your legs. “This wolf is strong, hungry,” your lover’s voice caresses inside your mind, as if stoking your desire from within. “A most worthy alpha to use for what I have waited centuries to do to you once more.” His laugh spikes a new sort of shiver down your spine as the animal chuffs and sniffs your folds. “You better beg me to stay in control of this monster…”

“You wouldn’t for one second relinquish control to another,” you snap in return, “no I trust you to be in complete control to enjoy this perverted union.”

“Thousands of years and you finally have learned your fate,” his words brushed like a loving caress. “None shall have you as I have, not in this world or the next….”

His words soften as you feel the cold press of a snout between you folds. Hot and cold mingle in one delicious mix, making your every nerve light on fire. Hot breath, chilled nose. Hot tongues and saliva between your legs and around your wrists as you lay on the freezing ground. An offering to the Wolf Lord himself.

Suddenly you feel heated mouths panting on you. A tongue slips between your folds, lapping and licking with ferocity. A hunger barely bridled. But you can see nothing but black fur now wreathing your vision. More beasts descend upon you, eyes glowing. All under his influence.

“If I must only take what is mine through these wolves, I might as well make use of them all.” His voice tickles in both your ears, sounding from between your thighs, echoing inside your very mind. “And I will use them all at once, in case you doubt my power…”

Maws lower to both your pointed nipples, coating both in matching swirls of wolf-tongues. Your body floods, unable to handle the contact on your skin. The heat and the wet saliva that trickles from your cunt, slipping down the side of your body as all three mouths make sloppy work of your pleasure. A graze of teeth against one nipple sends a scream from your lips, you try to lift your hands, but more fangs press softly into your wrists.

And then you hear that low, throated laugh shiver through your body and mind again.

“Why such a hurry?” he chuckles. “I am starved since last we coupled, as are you from the smell of you. Be still, Princess, my tongues will do you some good.”

You feel consumed, your flesh at his mercy, your pleasure raging unbearable and hot. Everything about you is dripping, your folds leak your arousal faster than the beast’s tongue can lap it up. Your own mouth salivates, and your ears are filled with the wet squelch. Every sense of your body is consumed by heat and flame, going rigid as you writhe on the ground.

For a moment, they all withdraw. For a moment, you feel only cold and wet from their drool and your own cum as it cools in the night breeze. But your guardians hold you firm, binding your wrists in their maws. No escape. But you wouldn’t dream of it now, not as you rub your legs together, unfulfilled and empty. Mewls scratch and whine from your throat, your thighs drenched even as you try to chase the need for him inside you. The walls of your pussy clench on nothing, as your voice cries out only more and more desperate.

And he laughs. A laugh so low, so much like a growl, it shakes your bones. “Are you afraid, little princess? Afraid I’ll leave you for the wolves, or afraid you’ll leave here empty and aching with no cum to drip down your thighs?”

“Both,” you manage to pant, a small thrill of that fear and a massive rush of anticipation as something massive pushes its rippling, fur-coated body between your squirming legs.

“Then let me give you the means of mastering your fear, Princess,” his voice seems to tickle your ears, air brushing past them both as if lips hung not a breath away.

Thick, smooth, and wide…. You are filled, the walls of your innards stretch to the limit. You scream as his cock presses so deep, slipping effortlessly from your slick. Eyes flash down between your legs, seeing nothing but the black of his underbelly and the way your belly swells and bumps. So filled. So aching. He trusts again and again, that rise of him in your cunt protruding over and over. Your hips buck to take him deeper. Beastly breath pants over your head, stands of drool from his slacked maw trickle between your breasts.

And still he thrusts. Your eyes fixed on the bulge of your gut, the way you could take him inside you more and more if your little body could manage it. Pain and pleasure swirl down every nerve, you have never felt more alive, nor more in danger as a dozen eyes glow and a dozen tongues lap their jaws as if they wait for their turn.

His voice growls in your ear, inside your head, a little rumble with each body-splitting thrust he made between your thighs. “Take me,” he rasps in your mind. You feel his tongue lapping at your shoulder, cleaning the blood that begins to run fresh from the rigor of his fucking. Raising your legs, you brace your thighs around his middle and you buck your hips to make him slide deeper. Slam after slam against the end of your cunt. Vision starts to fade until the last thing you see are two glowing eyes of fire in your face, a pink tongue cleaning your crimson blood off its shining teeth.

Then all goes white, your body erupting fire that spasms down your nerves and burns your veins. You stop breathing, the sound of your own scream is swallowed as his tongue laps in your mouth, down your throat. You are suffocating in his rut, possessed just as much as these wolves that pant their lust.

Suddenly, you feel more tongues lapping your body again as the ground of the Old Fortress steadies beneath you. They lick every inch of you, making you squirm and writhe, fighting against the jaws that keep you pinned. You can feel those guards clamp down, their fangs piercing your skin.

The scent of blood thickens.

The sounds of growls and the caws of the carrion birds crescendo. Only sound greater is the way his laugh sounds impossibly loud and impossibly deep in tone. Like gathering thunder.

The thrusts between your legs make your whole cunt numb, the end of your channel unfeeling after he begins to fuck you even harder. More erratic. More feral and wild. You squeeze your thighs harder, trying to leverage against his hip bones, but he only shifts himself against you so rough, you feel the fur of his balls tickling your ass.

Once… twice… you scream despite the lapping, ravenous tongue in your mouth. And then you feel split apart, his knot shoving into your entrance, hard and swollen and bursting. You feel him filling you, pump after pump of cum coating you, overfilling past his cock to squirt from you. The heat that liquid warms your skin as it pools beneath you, and you shiver in the chilling air.

You tremble, wet from their drool, from your blood at your wrists and your shoulder. Sticky and slick even as you wait for his knot to release you. And yet all you can hear are the piercing, chilling cries of carrion birds. Their voices harbingers of death.

“Release me,” you breathe, trembling in voice as your body is wracked with another shiver. “You have given me my fill of pleasure, and I have seen you haven’t lost any of your power…”

“Or my desire,” he rasps in your ear. Another low, consuming howl sounds from the sky, and all the wolves withdraw. That cock tugging free from your folds roughly and suddenly. Your body feels broken, bereft, and cold. Not empty, not as you feel the still heated drips of cum seeping from you. “Join me,” his voice swirls from ear to ear, as if his body hovers over yours on the broken stones of Dol Guldur.

“No,” you pant, trying to lift your body from the ground. But something keeps you pinned still, black mist warm on your skin as you realize it is him around you. On top of you.

“You think you have a choice… how amusing,” you feel a tickle over your collarbone, the black mass taking on a strange orange glow within. “Your arrogance to come to me, to trespass on my domain, has only left you bound to the one being you crave and despise in equal measure.”

You fight to get to your hands and knees, trying to push off the dirt and cum covered stones. Something brushes against your sex as you crawl, as if a cold, damp breath breathes you in. “You can leave, Princess, but you will always be drawn back to me…”

You grit your teeth fighting harder to stand. First one foot, then the other as you crouch beneath the weight of his enchantment. It feels so good, so thrilling, to push back against him for once.

“… you have and will always long for more, another belly swollen with my seed, another empty void filled inside you…”

You press yourself to standing, lifting your head even as the black mist swirls, darts and flickers of orange flames sparking in the midst of it.

“…for you know you are what you have always been…”

“Your mate,” you breathe, “but I will not remain in this chaos and darkness.”

You feel the chill of the air warm at your words. Your admission. The flashes of orange begin to cluster, to take a form, the shape of a man. A smile crosses your lips, feeling the warmth of his magic stealing over your skin, battling the cold that sends goose flesh across your body.

“Then join me…” you feel his voice flutter against your skin, so close and yet unattainable. Intangible.

“You know my answer…” you reply, forcing your words even as that mist trails hotly over your flesh, warming at your nipples, caressing the back of your neck.

You hear him sigh down your skin. “If only I could take true form… if only I could really touch you, convince you…”

“You will have to settle for haunting me, it seems,” you sigh, arching your back as his invisible attentions continue, sending another flood of arousal between your already drenched legs.

“It is you who have haunted me,” his breath, his presence tastes like smoke over your tongue as you gasp. As something prods at your belly and grips your ass. “The least I might do is return the favor, if I can’t keep you as my own, my possession.”

“I fear you will possess me for ages to come,” you wriggle from the center of the black mass, and he lets you. And even as you walk down the cracked path and crumbling bridge of the Old Fortress, you can feel the heat of those glowing eyes on your back. You still feel the slick sliding across your bare thighs as you walk in the darkness.

And all the while, you hum that mystical melody. His song. The melody still clings to your year and fills your throat. You can’t stop, even if you tried, possessed entirely by him. In mind, if not in body. At least not until the next time he calls to you.

One last entry for @hellghoulweek and @thehaladrielfancollective (I’m sure there are five kinks on there for Kinktober 🪦🐺)

[lavender-at-heart]

Dating Galadriel and being human would include please? Also, if you could include some stuff from Rings of Power (however much you may have watched), that would be awesome! If not, completely understand. I'd prefer fem reader, but good with gn reader too. Thank you!

Pairing: Galadriel x fem!reader

Warnings: none ❤️

Notes: Hi and tysm for the request! I really wanted to add some rings of power stuff but I realized I really haven't watched enough to do it justice :( if I watch more I'll make a separate one for it. Hope you still like it tho! Sorry this is kinda short btw

Tysm for reading, Cc

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- growing up in a small village near Rohan, seeing let alone meeting a elf is practically unheard of.

- hearing stories of them though, were a usually occurance- at least for children.

- the tales of immortal creatures, magical and Fair that dwelled in the forests were your favorite stories as a child.

- you and your friends would get lost in the forest for hours playing elves and goblins.

- when you grew up you stopped playing and reading about elves but your love from them never yielded

- imagine your surprise when you ended up courting one

- literally no one could have prepared you for it.

- Galadriel also was not expecting it

- she had been having visions, she knew her future partner would be entering her life.

- she never could have predicted that you would be a small [for ref book Galadriel is like 7ft or smth], cute little human girl.

- however she loves you with all her heart.

- she loves showing you off to all the elven royalty. To others you might be a weak little human but to Galadriel your just the cutest thing in the world.

- she loves everything about you, she loves how simple yet comforting and complex human lives are.

- of course you love her just as much

- I mean she's so smart and so kind and she's wise and elegant and pretty and-

- you often find yourself getting lost in her. You could listen to her talk about her home or history all day long.

- she loves going on walks with you through Lothlorien, just talking and being with the forest.

- she had a special room made for you to stay in when you visit her in Lothlorian, and makes sure your treated as equally as everyone else.[if they don't they face the wrath of her sword]

- you take her to your village and all your friends and family awe at your girlfriend.🙌😎

- she is sweet and compassionate.

- if you get hurt she's always the one to patch it up

- she loves all the little human things you do.

- she'll walk in to your room after a long day and see you softly sleeping and holding onto her pillow.

- she just can't handle your cuteness

- she doesn't understand cuddles but boy does she love them.

- elves aren't used to practically any physical affection so you have to be a little patient. But she really does start to love it

- she'll hold your hand all the time.

- especially when going down long flights of stairs, she can't bear the thought of you hurting yourself.

- she gives the BEST presents

- she gives you one for every human and elvish holiday, which...that's a lot of presents dude.

- they will be the most random ass elvish things too.

-like oh it's the summer solstice? Here's a giant elvish windchime.

- she definitely gets you guys matching crowns/circlets/dresses.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Can I have a romantic matchup for the hobbit and Harry Potter?

I am a 20 yr old lesbian who has natural brown hair but I dye it (currently light pink),brown eyes, anxiety,depression,ADHD,autism,and 2 anxiety disorders

Likes

Yellow,Sweaters,Music (70's-mid 00's),True Crime,Flowers,Animals,Writing,Sweets,Food,Video Games,Movies,Stuffed Animals,Blankets,Cosplay,Weed,Incense,Tattoos,Friends,and Family

Hates

Spiders,Bullying,Yelling,Racism,Abuse,Snakes,Any type of pain,Sexism,Being Alone,Loud Noises,Not being good enough,Lying,Homophobia,Hot weather,Being sick,Transphobia,Being used, Arguing,and any type of Addiction

Thanks for requesting another matchup!! I hope you enjoy it!! <333

The Hobbit;

Galadriel:

💫 You met Galadriel when you traveled to Lórien as a traveling merchant, selling clothes and whatnot to earn your keep, but you mostly traveled because you just loved nature; that's when you stumbled upon the Elven paradise

Her royal guards brought you to meet Galadriel, where she asked why you had journeyed to her land

After explaining that you were just traveling around and wandered to her relm, you offered some of the fine cloths that you had in your small wooden chest

Galadriel was impressed, never seeing such silks before, and asked you where you had gotten them; you revealed that you handcraft them yourself

That was when Galadriel offered for you to stay in Lórien as her personal seamstress

The two of you began to bond sometime later, eating dinner beside each other at the long table, drinking wine and whatnot

You spend nights looking at the stars and talking about the pat, present, and future

For her, you had sewn a beautiful robe and she loved it, gifting you a fine set of flowers that only bloomed every ten thousand years in the right sunlight, they called them sunflowers

Most times spent with her, you walked around Lórien, telling each other your secrets

You both were a match made by Valar, and your love would never dwindle

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Harry Potter;

Narcissa Black:

🎇 You met Narcissa in Hogwarts, but only really became friends with her in the last year at the magic school, and during that year, you fell for her

🎇 You were a bit upset, devastated really, when you heard that she was arranged to marry Lucius Malfoy, thought you were invited to the wedding

🎇 It hurt to see them so seemingly happy, even having a child of their own, but you just wanted her to be happy

🎇 A few years later, after Draco, her son, started at Hogwarts did she confide in you about her straining marriage

🎇 She told you how toxic the relationship was and you felt terrible, supporting her nonetheless you offered her a place to stay

🎇 Staying at your place, you and Narcissa would bake and read together, even planting flowers in the garden toegther

🎇 Sometime later she told you she wanted to get a divorce from Lucius, and you fully supported her, helping her get the papers and documents ready as she told Lucius the news

🎇 Though Lucius was a bit hesitant, he signed them after just a little bit of discord, the only real fight began when Narcissa wanted full custody of Draco

🎇 After a couple of years, just by the end of Draco's fourth year, Narcissa won her case, and Draco moved in permanently with you and Narcissa; it took a bit for the teen to warm up to you, but he quickly realized how much better you were compared to his pretty mentally abusive dad

🎇 In the end, after the war, you and Narcissa got married and practically lives happily ever after

[judgementdaysunshine]

Battle scars

Pairing: Elrond x Fem reader

Description: Elrond sees your scars from battle after finding you wrapped in bloody bandages

Elrond looked everywhere for you after the neverending battle against the orcs along with Adar's forces and Sauron who had taken everything from you and destroyed your life. You hissed and wheezed in pain as you crawled in unbearable pain hearing your name being yelled out but unable to tell back only letting out silent cries and strangled groans before seeing a familiar pair of boots until you passed out, elrond felt time stop seeing you covered in blood stained bandages laying in a tent covered in dried dirt leading to him gently cleaning you head to toe being mindful of keeping your sacred parts covered once the dirt was cleaned off feeling his heart shatter when he saw the long and still bleeding slashes and wounds on your torso with on going from your lower rib and stopping just underneath your right breast. He carefully cleaned each wound before rebandaging them and pouring water in your hair just to get the filth out of it before covering your naked body with the cover, he sat by your side running his thumb over your hand seeing the small cut on your cheek which he gently caressed zoning out in the moment not knowing Galadriel watching the moment with a look of sorrow at the inner agony and pain her dear friend was going through seeing the person he loved lifeless without the light and pure joy that you always had even when you were trapped in the dark, you turned your head as elrond ran his hand through your hair. "Oh meleth nin...I thought I lost you" he kissed your head and pulled you into his arms holding your face in his hands as tears formed in your eyes while tears flowed down elrond's face before softly pressing his lips to yours not caring that he was still in his sweaty and dirty armor nor that your body could be exposed with one turn, his hand ran along your bare back not expecting him to remove his armor and wrap you in his arms with limbs tangled and skin pressed to skin under two covers and more tender kisses without any sexual aspect but a moment filled with immense relief and love that had been between the two of you and grown since you were children.

[frostironfudge]

My Angel - Bucky Barnes Smut

Summary: Bucky Barnes, your father's best friend has been very, very patient about matters involving you. Seeing you in that outfit however, he can't help but want to corrupt his angel.

Pairing: DBF! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: main kink: corruption, age gap: bucky is 40 reader late twenties eg: 26, smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, slight dark bucky, praise kink, mild degradation kink, nickname - angel, oral f receiving, p in v, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, handjob, cosplay, cum play, Bucky Barnes is a warning MINORS DNI

A.N: i always wanted to write DBF!Bucky and the best way is smut I guess, hope you enjoy! also side note i know nothing of the hobbit and i did ask my best friend @stevesmewmew about it. also song i constantly heard while writing - dirty thoughts - chole adams

Word Count: 3020

Main Masterlist|| AO3 || Kinktober Materlist

You stare at yourself in the mirror, gnawing your bottom lip. The white dress looks pretty, sort of flowy, your cheeks heat at why you picked the outfit. 

The lace sits nicely, you stare at the silver woven crown you DIY-ed. Placing it upon your head. You don’t know the first thing about the character apart from what you found on google. 

Galadriel, you stare at your attempt of cosplay one more time. You do admire the dress. All your best friend said was she was powerful, innocent and that she had battle skills as well as knowledgeable. She seemed badass. 

You knew the man’s eye you watched to catch was a fan of the franchise. You wondered who he would dress as, your palms smoothen over the dress once again. Grabbing your purse you do a final check and head downstairs. Nervousness blooms in your abdomen.

Your elder brother’s annual halloween party was an excuse for friends and teens to sort of let loose. The only reason it was even allowed was the fact that Bucky Barnes, your dad’s best friend and neighbour would keep the antics in line. The same man who you wanted to impress tonight.

Usually he would be having fun with everyone and covering for your brother’s shenanigans and mostly keeping you company and coaxing you out of your shell for about an hour and then you both would sneak into the theatre room to have a horror movie marathon. 

As you traverse downstairs, the party already in full swing. Music thumping, you squeeze past the crowd in the hallway going to the kitchen for a drink. You wonder if forgoing the wig makes a difference as you head to the fridge. Shrugging you uncap the bottle. Glad, that the kitchen isn’t occupied yet. 

“Holy fuck.” The voice startles you and the water drops across your chest. You wince turning to tell of the source. Your throat dries when it’s Bucky — dressed in a suit, fangs peaking through his lips. 

“B-bucky?” You confirm, he’s gone for the modern vampire vibe and you can’t stop staring at the fit of his inner white collared shirt. 

“You, you’re dressed as—,” his eyes trace over you, crown to hem of the white gown. His fake fang sinks into his bottom lip. Tongue then peeking out to wet the flesh. 

You gulp eyes on his lips, “G-galadriel.” 

“You look, ethereal.” He admits, you look away shyly. 

“Thank, thank you.” Internally your heart hammers at his response. 

Bucky steps closer, towering over you. His woodsy cologne evades your senses, he reaches up, fixing your crown. Fingertips then trace from your temple to your jaw to your chin, tilting your head back. 

His heated gazes prompts your thighs to clench. Bucky inhales deeply. 

“Such innocence.” He murmurs, “So much light. How would you look flush against darkness?” Bucky questions he can feel all the blood rush to his cock. Your nipples hardened perceivable through the lace. The tea towel he holds pressed against your chest. 

He wants to push you against the wall and kiss you. Wants to rip the lace off with his teeth, watch how your lips part moaning his name, or stretched around his cock, how would you look bouncing on his— you blink up at him, he shifts back. 

“Can’t taint you, can I?” He muses. You frown. 

“Bucky I,” 

“Do you like my outfit?” He gestures, changing the topic. 

“Vampire?” You giggle when he smiles brightly, fangs bared. 

“From those shows you like,” He admits sheepish. 

“The one I like wears a leather jacket.” You tease, he narrows his eyes. 

“Oh so when I caught you salivating at the suit wearing one, that was what?” He chuckles when you huff caught in your own web of lies. 

“I do like him in a suit, you might just make it better.” Your fingertips trace the undone jacket button, biting your lip you look up at him.  

Bucky breathes your name in warning, not for himself but for you. He had begun to disregard warnings the night he coated his fist and abdomen with his cum thinking about you.

“Want to know a dirty little secret?” You burn his curiosity brighter than light. He nods. 

“I wore the outfit for you.” Your hand traces up to the jacket lapel, Bucky breathes deeply. 

“You dressed up as one of the most innocent characters of my favourite series, for me?” Bucky recounts, god your perfume so sweet. How would you taste? He wonders. 

“All for you.” You admit, swallowing when his palm finally meets your waist. Warmth sears through your skin as his thumb brushes over the lace. 

Bucky’s mind is a swirl of should I, should I not, but you were making it so easy. So easy to choose the idea to corrupt you. 

The groan he produces rumbles in his chest, Bucky watches as you shift and your pelvis moves in the slightest to your thighs clenching. 

“Want to know a dirty little secret, Angel?” He questions, palm trailing up your side, to your breast. 

“Y-yes.” You bite your lip trying not to make a sound as he palms the flesh through the lace. 

“I want to ruin you, with my tongue, my fingers and my cock.” Bucky’s voice is deep, you softly moan at his words. 

“Look at that, little innocent angel wants to be ruined.” He comments, tugging on your nipples. 

“You’re going to look so pretty wrapped around my cock, begging for release.” He tugs on your earlobe, you feel his thigh between your legs, your hips buck involuntary, you whimper at the contact. 

“Look at you Angel, turning into such a needy, pretty slut for me.” Bucky marvels at the way you’re complying, the way your needy little breaths are making him so hard. 

He pulls away as he hears boisterous laughter approaching. You whine at the loss of him. 

“Angel.” He chastises. Handing you the dish towel to help soak the water from your dress. 

“Oh hey, Mr. Barnes, hey tiny.” Your brother chuckles when you groan at his stupid nickname for you. He busies himself taking out drinks from the wine cooler. 

“Hi Y/N. What happened?” Nick Fowler, your brother’s best friend steps closer to you. 

“Just spilled a drink,” you shrug, his grey eyes on you. 

“Oh I’ll help—,” Nick’s hand outstretches, but Bucky steps closer, “She’s got it.” 

Nick’s jaw tenses, Bucky only smiles at him. 

You look between the two, not understanding the reason for the stare down.  

“Run along now.” Bucky speaks sickly sweet as your brother calls out to Nick, he gives you a once over and then leaves with him. 

You look at Bucky, he turns to you, signs of irritation leaving his features. 

“Meet me in my theatre room?” Bucky smiles when you nod eagerly. 

He cups your face between, his metal and calloused hand. 

Blue eyes, admire you. 

“I want the crown to remain on, though I wonder if it will stay secure after I’m done with you.” Before you can react he presses his lips to yours, warm, soft lingering taste of his whiskey. 

The cold metal of the refrigerator blooms across your back as he presses you against the appliance. 

You kiss back, as his tongue swipes at your bottom lip exploring your mouth. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth you suck on the flesh, he moans your name, grinding against you. 

Bucky parts his lips from yours, your lust blown eyes gaze up at him, so innocent. 

“Oh, Angel. I don’t think I have any patience left any longer.” Is all he says before grabbing your hand and guiding you out the side door, towards his house. 

Bucky’s hands are everywhere, your knees either side of his lap, the dress pushed up bunching around your hips. He lifts his hips ever so slightly, you cry out around his fingers. 

“Go on Angel, get them nice and wet. Good girl, oh are you chocking on my fingers already? Oh sweet little needy baby, what will you do with my cock then?” He tuts, pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connects from the tip of his finger to your lips. 

“Ask for my fingers Angel.” Bucky smirks as you whine. 

“Please.” Your hands rest on his chest. 

“That wasn’t a really good job.” He chastises, “You can do better sweet Angel, go on say the filthy words of what you want from me.” 

Staring into his eyes, your skin heats, Bucky shifts his hips again, you mewl. 

“Bucky please.” Your hands clutch at his half unbuttoned shirt. It hangs off of his shoulders.

“Please what?” His left hand moves up your back, cooler fingers find the zipper undoing it. 

“Please fuck me with, with your fingers.” You bite your lip. 

“Only my fingers?” He teases thumb brushing over your inner thigh. 

“Do you want to sit on my face baby? Do you want me to lap up your sweetness? Bet you taste so good.” His thumb brushes over your clit.

You nod, you want all of it. 

“No panties, no bra, were you wanting me to fuck you?” He raises a brow, thumb applying pressure. 

You nod preening, “Want, want you.” His left hand urges you to kneel straighter, index and middle finger circling your entrance. 

“You want, me, Angel?” He confirms again, “Look at you, clenching around nothing, let’s change that shall we?” His digit sinks into you, Bucky swirls it around touching your walls, he then begins to pump in and out. 

You begin to meet the slow thrusts, your gown beginning to fall from your shoulders. Bucky swears as he sees the untouched skin and the pebbled nipples. 

“Look at you,” Two fingers fucking into your cunt, “Meeting every thrust, not so innocent are you?” His lips latch onto your nipple, sucking and biting your head thrown back his palm rubs over your clit as you grind down upon his fingers.

Bucky shifts his attention to the other nipple, the pace of his fingers increasing he adds a third, “Have to stretch you out don’t I? Aw, Angel are you going to make a mess on me? My Dirty, dirty girl.” 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky—,” His fingers continually tap over the spongy sport, stars begin to cloud your vision, left hand gripping your breast, tweaking your nipples. 

“Go on, cum for me Angel, this is only the beginning of your ruin.”  Bucky smirks as you shudder against him, cunt squeezing his fingers, thighs trying to close, your hands tugging on is hair.

Lust blown blues admire you unraveling, the bliss spreading over your features as the orgasm takes you, your walls begging to keep his fingers in, Bucky’s palm rubbing circles over your clit and the burn of it delicious. Your shaking from the aftershocks ceases. It takes everything in Bucky not to have his fingers replaced by his cock swiftly. 

“You with me Angel?” Bucky chuckles, when you blink through the haze. 

“Y-yeah.” You run your fingers through his hair.

“Crown’s still on.” He chuckles, bringing his slick covered fingers to your lips, “Have a taste, you need to know how you taste without me.” 

His fingertips trace your lips, your tongue follows. Bucky then tastes you from his fingers and moans. 

Your dress is pushed off of your body, Bucky’s hands roam in admiration.

“So fucking delicious, I deserve a reward don’t I? For being this patient, for letting you remain untainted by me this long.” He looks at you, you nod. Bucky taps your hips and you move off him to allow him to slide down.

He kisses your clit, “Already needy, my, my.” his tongue licks over your folds, humming at your taste.

“Grab onto the headboard, Angel.” He says before his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks wantonly upon the pulsing nub. Shivers bloom across your back.

You moan, grinding onto his face, he groans. Hands clutching your hips not letting you move away, Bucky laps at your entrance, licking stripes from your clit to circle and back. Nibbling on the clit your mewls and preens don’t stop, his light scruff burns deliciously over your inner thighs and folds.

“Bucky please, please, please—,” You warn as the coil snaps again, his hips lift off of the bed in response as he hungrily devours you for every single drop. When he doesn’t relent you try pulling away, you can feel yourself getting slick again as his ministrations continue. 

His large hands push you back to sit on his lap again, pink lips glistening as he smirks. He pulls you close chest to chest.

“Rewarding.” He comments lazily tracing patters on your thigh.

You look down, the tent in his pants achingly visible.

“Can, can I?” You request.

“All words, Angel, need to know the filth that goes on in that innocent little mind, tell me is it all for me? Have my thoughts been corrupting you?” Your thighs squeeze at his word.

“Have you touched yourself thinking about me? Played with my pussy without asking me?” His thumb returns to your clit.

“Yes.” You squeak.

“Tell me what you’ve thought about baby?” He questions, “Tell me while you undo my pants, go on.”

Shaky fingers reach for the button, “I’ve thought, I’ve though about you fucking me, in your study.” You undo the zipper.

“Bent over my table?” He questions watch your tits with every deep breath you take.

You shake your head, toying with the wait band of his boxers.

“Against the window? My sweet, innocent, Angel wants the world to see I’m fucking her?” He questions, you nod.

“And maybe the table too.” You add, drawing amused laughter from him.

“What else, Angel?” He questions pace on your clit increasing, “Take my cock out.”

You do as he says, pumping him from bottom to top, his length is massive and girth as well. You bite your lip.

“Angel, don’t worry your pretty little head, it’ll fit, pussy was made for my cock.” He hisses as you rub your thumb on the slit then you bring the precum covered digit to your lips, locking eyes with him.

“Go on, taste me.” He watches as you clean your thumb eyes closed and humming at his taste before returning your hand to his cock.

“Stand up, we’re going to my office.” Bucky’s cock twitches in your hold.

His clothes are discarded, he easily lips you up, legs wrapped around him, his cock shifts over your folds with each step, Bucky keeps his lips pressed to yours as he easily moves to his office down the hall.

“Bend over the table corner.” He instructs, setting you down, you do as he says the cold marble has you shift, the rounded corner touches your clit.

“Just how I pictured.” He hums appreciative, lining himself up with you, slowly sinking in inch by inch you both moan in synchrony. Bucky grabs your hands holding them behind you. The arch it creates has him move in deeper, tip right against your g-spot.

“Fuck, so fucking tight, look at you, spread out for me, what would people say? Innocent little Angel is Bucky’s pretty little slut. She fantasises about being fucked by him. I’ll fuck you on every surface if you ask me.” His hips snap you cry out, clenching hard around him.

“Only you.” You whimper, as his pace increases, the cold marble rubbing against your clit.

“Fuck, how good are you squeezing me, cunt doesn’t want to let me go.” Bucky groans, pulling you up.

His cock moves deeper, your back is against his chest, his left hand moves to your clit, right hand around your throat squeezing lightly. Your walls quiver around him.

“Oh Angel likes being choked? Fuck, you’re perfect. My pretty little slut, look at you.” He groans, adding pressure and the sounds of his cock have you mewl and preen.

“Please, please, please,” More incoherent thoughts spill from your lips, he feels so good, so good. So deep.

“Only I, get to see you this way don’t I? Begging, on the brink of bliss.” 

Yes, yes, yes—“Bucky, please—,” 

“Look at you, can only think about my cock filling you up so good, can’t you Angel?” He bites down on your neck, leaving his mark. 

“So, g-good,” You choke on another moan.

Your hands around his neck, your nails manage to claw at his flesh. Bucky knows he’s not going to last, he knows you aren’t going to either. 

“Go on Angel, cum so you can feel me everywhere. My dirty, little, pretty girl. Innocent little slutty Angel.” His words set off the flame that consumed your veins, distantly you hear a desperate cry of Bucky’s name, Bucky groans your name in response your spasming walls setting his orgasm off.

He continues to fuck you through your orgasms, panting in his arms, Bucky loves how your pussy feels wrapped around him. He leans back taking you with him into his plush chair. 

Cock still inside of you, his fingers rubbing at your clit, you protest, his hand clutches at your hair, lips swallow down your protests, fingers moving fast your babbles return, cumming undone on his cock, marking it with yourself. 

“Look at that Angel, you’ve claimed my cock.” He admires the fluids coating your thighs and his balls, gathering the cum, he brings his fingers to your lips. 

You keep your eyes locked with his, as you lick his fingers clean. Your clit pulses at the taste. Bucky smirks feeling your pussy clench. Your mind is a haze as his lips press kisses to your temple and cheek. 

“I’ve got all night to corrupt your thoughts further. Against the window next, Angel. I know someone who would hate to miss out on the show we put on.” He chuckles darkly, hands roam your body. 

You hum tiredly, basking in the warmth, Bucky’s eyes shift to the broken crown discarded to the floor. 

“Little corrupted Angel.” He hums, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, "My Angel." He repeats, placing a soft kiss over the love bite on your neck.

"All yours, Bucky." You whisper, tilting your head back to meet his blue eyes.

-x-

permanent tags for bucky: @slutforsexyseabass

[hottpinkpenguin]

Reunited - Haldir X Fem!Reader

Oneshot, word count: 828 Warnings: steam

Your eyes fluttered open to the soft morning light warming your face through the window. Outside, the woods of Lothlorien were waking with the sunrise. You stretched, ready to shake off another night of restless sleep in an empty bed without him. 

It had been months since Haldir had left at Lady Galadriel’s command, riding at the head of five hundred elven warriors to the defense of Rohan. Each passing day took you further from his memory and dimmed the possibility of reunion. A tender bruise was forming on your heart as, moment by moment, the reality of Haldir’s death pressed in on you. 

Eager to rid yourself of the weighty grief that waited for you in the empty bed, you threw off the covers. The cool air chilled you, raising goose pimples on your arms and legs. You reached for the fur-lined robe that Haldir had gifted you on your wedding night - the nights in Lorien are cooler than those of Rivendell, he’d told you - and wrapped it around you. You let your mind briefly imagine it was his arms snaking around your waist, not the sash of the robe, but quickly extinguished the image when that aching bruise in your chest blossomed with pain. 

You took a breath in, steeling yourself for another day. You didn’t let yourself hope for his return any longer; now, you hoped more for another day without news of his death. 

“Come back to bed, my love. There’s a chill without you.”

You froze, every muscle in your body rigid and brittle as if you’d been turned to glass. The breath in your lungs evaporated, leaving your chest feeling treacherously close to caving in on itself. Not real, not real, not real.

When you felt a hand - warm, broad, and strong - grip your waist, your emotions broke out of their dam with a roar. Tears sprang to your eyes in an instant, your body racked with sobs as you buried your face in your hands. Real, real, real.

“Ssh, ssh my love.” Haldir sat up behind you as you pulled the hair off one side of your neck before encircling you with his arms. You whimpered when you felt the warmth of his chest and torso against your back, the soft breeze of his breath on your neck. 

“Haldir.” Your voice cracked on his name as you gripped his arms, tightening his embrace around you as if he were the only thing keeping you from shattering. 

“I must admit, this is not the joyful homecoming that kept me lying awake at night for the last seven months.” His tone was light and playful, and he pressed a few kisses to the soft skin where your neck met your shoulder. 

Something shifted in that moment, and the second wave of repressed emotions leapt through the barriers you’d carefully constructed around them since the moment you’d said goodbye to him. Despite the tears swimming in your eyes, you laughed as you twisted to face him. 

“Haldir,” you said again, cradling his handsome face in your arms. He looked just as you remembered him, although you didn’t miss the pale stripe of a new scar stretching from his cheek down across his jawline and onto his throat. Instinctively, you ran a thumb along the scar. Haldir closed his eyes, nuzzling into your hand and breathing in deeply. 

“Is it really you?” It was the only question you were able to ask. The only one that mattered.

He opened his eyes, his gaze meeting yours where it burned with an intensity you hadn’t realized you’d forgotten. You melted beneath it, your skin tingling and your heart pirouetting in your chest. He didn’t need to say anything for you to hear his answer: yes, it is really me. 

“It’s really me,” he replied simply, his hands traveling up your back and pulling you tightly against him as if trying to melt away the skin and muscle and bones that separated your two souls. Your hands danced over his face, his jaw, his lips, his hair. Reacquainting themselves with the angles, hollows, and grooves of the man whose image was imprinted on the inside of your heart.

The moment was close to yielding to the needs of two bodies alight with heat and love, but for another few breaths, you let yourself soften into the warmth of the reunion. His forehead connected with yours and you took a synchronized inhale. Around you, the sun bathed the forest in early morning light and the birds sang. The sunlight felt stronger and the birdsong sweeter, but you knew that was just because your heart was once again open to beautiful things now that it was healed.

“About damn time,” you whispered after a few moments. Haldir chuckled wickedly, the sound sending flames dancing up your spine and a molten coil of desire churning in your core as he guided you down onto the bed for a proper welcome home…

[dingusfreakhxrrington]

Love and Deceit

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pairing: halbrand/sauron x fem!reader

summary: if anyone could pull him from the darkness that consumed him it would be you and, if not, you’d be the one to finally put an end to his madness.

warnings: elf!reader, betrayal, canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, mentions of injury, mentions of war, heavy angst, reader was raised on númenor, toxic relationship, friends to lovers to enemies to lovers again, lots of pain and heartache

word count: 2.3k

a/n: calling this my trial fic for writing for the rings of power. i just live for the angst that comes with this man. i might write a part 2 later if this does okay

part 2 | part 2 alternative

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Had any of it been real?

That was the question you asked yourself every single moment of every single day since he’d left you.

Halbrand, or Sauron as you now knew to call him, had been the first man you’d ever loved — truly loved — and all of it had been a lie.

When the elves left Númenor you were one of the few who remained. You lived in seclusion for a time, not wishing to aggravate the men who had cast your people out. Then, when their newest king arose to the throne and tried to bring back the old ways, you reappeared in their cities.

It was in those very cities that you had met Sauron, although he was known as Halbrand at the time.

He was found adrift at sea alongside Galadriel, the commander of the northern armies, and brought to the shores of Númenor by Elendil, one of the few people in all of Númenor that was not against your presence there.

You had little reason not to trust the outsider when both the famed Galadriel and your dear friend Elendil seemed to put their faith in him, a misjudgement you all soon paid for.

In his time in Númenor, Sauron had grown all the more trustworthy and, although he claims to have never once lied to you, everything he did was shrouded in deception.

All of it was a lie… every single thing.

Every moment you had shared from the tingle you felt as your fingers brushed against his to the time you fought at one another’s sides on the battlefield.

You hated him. Well, you should have.

He was the first man you’d ever loved. The first and, perhaps, the last. In all your years you had never met another like him. No one had ever made you feel the way he did.

How were you supposed to hate someone you had grown to love more than any other?

The first time your lips touched it felt right. It was as if not a single war or power could drive you apart or overcome the feeling of being in his arms.

Maybe it had all been a spell. A trick cast on you by the damned sorcerer — the Dark Lord himself.

You wish it had been a spell. Then perhaps it would not have hurt so much when you found out the truth about him.

Galadriel had pieced it together first and come to you to warn you of her findings but it was you who first confronted him.

He told you he was trying to save Middle Earth and he wanted you by his side, to bind him to the light, but he knew nothing of the light he spoke about. He was disillusioned, truly believing he would be the one to save Middle Earth from doom.

His lust for power had overtaken him and clouded his mind.

You would never suppress the people of Middle Earth to bring order, you wouldn’t become a tyrant.

He smiled as you held your dagger to his throat but in the deepest depths of his menacing eyes, you could see the man you loved trapped inside.

Halbrand and Sauron may have been one man but they were so very different from one another. Although you knew not to be so hopeful, a part of you suspected that Halbrand had not only been a false persona but a part of who he had once been before his path into darkness.

You did not shed a single tear, not in front of him. Not as you fought him after your confrontation, not even when you awoke with a bloodied head and not a single trace of him.

He could have killed you that day yet he chose not to, he chose to let you live. For what reason you were still unsure.

Only after you were sure he had left did you cry. Galadriel held you as you crumbled, falling to your knees as you wept. You couldn’t breathe for your chest was so tight, so heavy.

Everything had been a lie. Everything.

Every touch, every whisper, every smile and conversation. All of it had been just another part of his plan.

He said he had never lied to you but if he truly loved you as he said he did he would not have left you there. He would not have forsaken you to return to his path of evil.

You weren’t enough to deter him from his chase for power. You weren’t enough.

It wasn’t until years later that you saw him again. You fought through an army to reach him — to kill him.

He was in his armour, his figure towering over those around him. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed those who stood nearby to protect him, leaving only the two of you.

You readied your weapon, fingers gripping the hilt of your sword as you waited for him to make the first move. It was easier this way, you didn’t have to see his face.

He just stood there, watching you from under the dark armour that adorned his head.

“Fight me, Sauron.”

His fist clenched, that was the first time you had called him by that name.

He took a breath and just as you thought he was moving to draw his sword, he reached for his helmet.

It was only when you saw his face again that you realised you couldn’t kill him. Not when he looked at you with such a softness in his eyes, something that should be foreign to a being such as him.

Then, your swords clashed together like waves against rocks. He moved the same way he always had, with determination and strength, a tough foe.

When the fight came to an end he had you pinned to the floor with his sword to your throat, mirroring the way you had threatened him the day you found out who he really was.

You had expected him to slice your throat the moment he felt the painful sab of your dagger piercing through his side where you had wedged it through a gap in his armour. Instead, he faltered.

With a frustrated groan, he pulled away from you once again, seemingly as unable to end you as you were unable to end him.

You wished he had killed you and ended your suffering then and there. After all, you’d rather die by his hand than have to live on and one day watch him fall. Despite everything he had done, you still loved him.

As the battle outside came to an end he reached out, grabbing your wrist as he forcefully pulled you along. Not that there was any need for the force, you would have followed him willingly had he asked.

Perhaps you were a fool to think there was still a chance you could get through to him but you knew you had to try.

The battle was long since over and your people were likely still searching for your body, expecting you to have perished in the fight.

When he was without his armour it was almost as if Halbrand was standing in front of you, not Sauron. It was still hard not to keep the two separate in your mind.

He barely winced as he cleaned the wound you had given him, dabbing a wet rag across his skin to rid himself of the blood — his blood. Not many had drawn blood from him, few had ever had the chance.

“Did you ever even care for me?”

His head turned back towards you ever so slightly but he still did not turn enough to meet your gaze. Even through the hair that fell over his face, you could see his eyes were not looking your way. It was as if he simply could not bring himself to do so.

“Sauron.”

There it was again, that name. He had always taken pride in his names but when you called him that one it made him feel something he couldn’t understand.

Even you noticed it. The way his fist had clenched earlier and now the look of unease that crossed over his face.

“I did.”

That was his only reply, two stoic words of confirmation. It hurt more to finally hear them than you thought it would.

“Then why?”

Finally, he turned to you with crossed brows and those soft eyes he only seemed to adorn when he was with you.

“Am I not enough for you? Will you always choose power over me?”

His eyes grew colder as he listened to you speak, Sauron taking the reins once again to hide the hurt he was trying so desperately not to feel. “And you? Will you always choose to destroy me? To kill me? Will you never join me? We can save Middle Earth together.”

“You want to rule, not save.”

“And what is so bad about that? Is it wrong to want to rule?”

Just listening to him talk hurt more than you could explain. You wished for nothing more than to go back to before you knew who he really was, back to your time on Númenor. Back to when you first began falling in love with him.

“You’ve hurt people, killed people. People I loved, including yourself,” you paused for a moment only to continue again when his brows furrowed once more, “I loved you, Halbrand. I loved you more than I have ever loved anyone before and you betrayed me. You killed the man I fell in love with the moment you told me your true name.”

Sharply, he stepped closer and your breath hitched in your throat at the quickness of the action.

“I did not kill him. I am still him, part of me always will be. I did not deceive you, I only withheld the truth. Were you not the one who told me our pasts do not matter? That we have all touched the darkness?”

He was growing desperate now — desperate for you to understand. He hated the way you looked at him, he wanted you to look at him the way you used to. He missed the way you used to see him.

“We are soldiers, we have all done bad things but you… you have hurt so many…”

“Yet you still love me, do you not?”

Your mouth started to move but no words would form.

You knew you couldn’t lie to him for it was obvious enough from the fact that you were here with him now. You could have protested as he dragged you away from the battlefield, you could have tried to kill him again. He hadn’t taken your weapons, after all.

However, you hadn’t done any such thing. You left with him willingly and your hand hadn’t once strayed to clutch your sword.

His fingers were so gentle when they tapped under the bottom of your chin, lifting your head up to look at him again when your eyes strayed.

It was wrong. Everything he was doing was wrong. He was Sauron, he was the greatest evil in all of Middle Earth, yet here he was treating you — his enemy — as if you were something precious.

Without words, you nodded. You did still love him, no matter how much it pained you to admit it.

You truly had meant what you said back then, the past is the past, and if he had given up his quest to dominate Middle Earth to be with you maybe you would have left it in the past.

Again, your head fell as tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes.

“I hate you,” you spoke as you stepped closer, hitting your fist against his chest, “and I hate that I still love you.”

He wrapped his arms around you and his touch was still so gentle, so careful as you cried against him.

“I know… I know.” Even his voice was quiet and airy, Halbrand’s feelings betraying him as they began to surface.

“I hate you,” you whispered again.

Still, he held you. He held you until he could not bear to hear you weep any longer.

You knew then that you wouldn’t leave him this time. You had made your decision to stay by his side. If anyone could change him — save him — it had to be you.

He was conflicted. He wanted to be Sauron but, for you, he wanted to remain Halbrand. There was a battle raging inside him between good and evil and you knew you would be the one to pull him into the light.

Or, if there really was no hope, you would be the one to finally drive a dagger through his heart before driving one through your own.

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[elithilanor]

From the WIP game, snippet ask from Galadriel x Fem! Reader smut for @starlady66 I’m really struggling with the too many options with this but I like this part

“When was the last time you sat down for a meal?” Your Lady asked sternly, eyebrow raised as she cupped your face in her hands, craning your head up to meet her eyes. You flush under her intense gaze. 

Galadriel never makes you feel less than her, but under her attention, you always feel as if she could swallow you whole. You shiver in the cool breeze from the open balcony doors and bite your lip. You wish she would. 

The things you would do for her. Oh, the things you would let her do to you. 

You would willingly spend the rest of your immortal life at her feet with your lips on her Valar-sent cunt, but unfortunately, that honor belonged to Lord Celeborn. 

[barbedbetty]

Stay with Me

Halbrand x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Semi rough, semi public, p in v, a little dirty talk, sex on an anvil bc c’mon, oral (fem receiving)

Y’all gotta forgive me, I just saw the new ROP yesterday and so this was not reviewed

When I first met Galadriel and Halbrand in Numenor, I had a strange mix of feelings about them.

Galadriel is kind and compassionate and fierce, she carried herself with confidence that I could only dream of having.

Halbrand on the other hand was more mysterious, he was constantly watching everyone. A lot like me I suppose, I grew up in my fathers forge and while most girls weren’t in the Navy, it wasn’t forbidden. He was spending a lot of time with my father watching him work and helping him with a few projects. I did think he was handsome but I steered away from him, he was a stranger to our island and I didn’t want to get attached.

Or so I thought, once I volunteered to go to the Southlands to fight with Galadriel, he was taking more interest in me.

I remember how Halbrand looked at me when I signed up for the voyage and he was waiting in the archway of my fathers forge that night.

“My father is away for the night.” I said as I walked past him. I set down a few things from the market and I saw him from the corner of my eye turn to face me.

“I didn’t come to see him.” He said in a low tone. “Why did you volunteer to go to the Southlands?”

I paused and turned to look at him. He looked ever more handsome with the moonlight behind him and his green eyes almost glowed in the firelight.

“I thought an adventure might be fun.” I smirked at him and he smiled.

“War is an adventure?” He came closer and I could smell the saltwater still drying on his skin.

“War is a part of life, it brings peace when done correctly.” I said quietly.

“I agree.” He reached out and gently grasped my chin, he tilted my head up so I was forced to hold eye contact.

He leaned toward me and it was like time stood still, he moved closer and closer and I was frozen in place. When his lips touched mine, it felt like my blood was on fire and then everything was moving too fast.

His fingers quickly went from my chin to my neck and I ran my hands up his chest to his shoulders and yanked him towards me.

His kiss stole the air from my lungs and I was not complaining. His other hand gripped my hip and pushed me backwards till the back of my thighs hit the large anvil.

He pulled his lips away and kept his grip on the back of my neck. He glanced down at the anvil and I could see his pupils get bigger and he looked back at me with a hunger that almost frightened me.

“If you want me to stop, tell me right now.” He said in a deep tone while holding my neck tighter with one hand and slowly lifting my skirt with the other. “Once I start, I will not stop.”

“Don’t stop.” I whispered and grabbed his collar and kissed him hard.

He easily lifted me to set me on the anvil and yanked my skirt up as far as he could. I reached down to untie his belt but he grabbed my wrists in a shockingly tight grip and shook his head.

“Not yet.” He whispered.

Before I could even let out a breath, Halbrand knelt before me and lifted my legs on top of his shoulders and started licking my cunt.

I cried out and gripped the anvil as tight as I could. He held tight to my thighs and moaned as his tongue made indecipherable designs in my folds, I felt him groan into me and I wanted to scream.

Everything felt amplified, I’d never experienced anything like this before. My skin felt like it was on fire, his tongue was erasing thoughts from my mind until there was only him. I could hear people laughing in the pub across the road and see dust floating through the firelight, I looked down and Halbrand was looking up at me. When we made eye contact, he pushed his tongue as far as he could inside me and I moaned out loud, I bit my lip and leaned my head back. His nail bit into my flesh but there was so much adrenaline pumping through me I felt nothing.

He moaned again and I felt my climax coming, so fast that it almost scared me. I tried to tell him to slow down but every time I could get a syllable out, he pushed his tongue further inside me and curled it against that one perfect spot and I almost blacked out.

Too soon, he tugged my thighs as tight as he could, he growled against my clit and curled his tongue over and over and over until I saw stars and my vision went white. My muscles grew tighter than ropes on a sail and I covered my mouth with one hand to try and keep my scream as quiet as possible.

I was still panting when Halbrand stood up, slowly lowering my legs from his shoulders and he licked his lips slowly before taking my hand off my mouth and kissing me slowly.

“Halbrand.” I whispered he pulled away.

“Y/N.” He whispered back and smiled at me. “I’m not done yet.”

He smiled as he held onto my hips and pulled my body flush against his, I could feel his cock rub against my cunt. I moaned and leaned my head back. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me back to him.

“Look at me.” He growled and then he pushed slowly inside me.

I gasped and opened my mouth to cry out but no sound came out. His green eyes held my gaze in a strange way, it was so intimate that it made me blush more than his cock hitting my cervix. I shivered when he paused for a moment, he was taking deep and slow breaths.

“Don’t look away.” He whispered as he pulled his hips back slowly and gripped the back of my neck. “Look at me, luv.”

“Yes,” I gasped as he pushed back inside me. “Yes, Halbrand!”

I moaned and fought against the urge to to close my eyes, instead gripping his shoulders as tight as I could to hold him close.

His pupils were so big, his eyes were practically black, his tunic had fallen open and I could see his chest was flushed up to his neck. His thrusts were gaining speed and force and knocking the air from my lungs. All I could do was hold onto him as my eyes welled with tears.

He smiled as he kept thrusting harder and harder and whispered.

“You can close your eyes, I will have you more than once.” He let go of my hair and I leaned my head back as he used one hand to pin my hip still and the other to hold onto the anvil.

I felt another orgasm warm my skin like a hot summer breeze and I dug my nails into his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his hips as best I could.

“Come for me, luv.” He groaned and he thrusted with everything he had. “Come on my cock.”

I cried out and buried my face in his neck as I came harder than I ever had before in my life.

It was like I was pushed into ice cold water, every muscle seized up and yet it was the best feeling.

Halbrand rocked his hips slower as my pussy pulsed around his member and as he grunted and cried out my name, I felt him come deep inside me, letting me feel his warmth drip down my thighs.

I was panting like I ran five miles as he slowly pulled out of me.

He groaned and felt up my body with his rough hands and cupped my face and kissed me with a passion that made me want to pull him back inside me.

He finally broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against mine.

“Stay with me in the Southlands.” He whispered, gently rubbing my face with his thumbs.

“Is that an order?” I smiled and looked up at him.

“Please?” He smirked and kissed me chastely. “Stay with me?”

[just-trying-to-fangirl-in-peace]

Jealousy (Sauron x fem!Elf!reader)

-> in which you know Sauron is only getting close to Mirdania as part of your plans, but it still bothers you

Warnings: evil reader who is Sauron’s partner in crime (it’s not exactly healthy but you match each other’s freak)

If she’s not in love yet, she is awfully close to it. You can see it plainly on Mirdania’s face as Sauron—or, as she knows him, Annatar—cradles her hand in his, convincing her yet again to do his bidding with nothing more than a softly spoken word and a gaze that lingers just a moment too long.

“Can I trust you to make sure the others respect his wishes as well?” you hear him say from where you’re standing, only a few feet away. Mirdania agrees almost immediately, looking as though she might pick up a hammer and crush her own fingers with it as well, if her beloved Lord of Gifts only asked.

You are being dramatic, of course. It’s a good thing, having as many smiths of Eregion be vulnerable to Sauron’s deception as possible, but it’s awfully unfair that someone else should get to feel his touch so freely when you, the one with the most right to it, must restrain yourself until you are alone.

By the time they are finished conversing, you are glaring daggers in their direction. If Mirdania notices, you don’t know and you don’t care. It’s his gaze you meet and hold for a brief moment before you turn yours away and leave the courtyard, knowing he would follow.

He had better.

You’ve reached a corridor you know to be empty most of the time, and are striding down it when a hand wraps around your arm and pulls you to the side. You hold back a smirk as your back meets the wall and you stare up into Sauron’s eyes.

“Jealousy does not suit you,” he remarks sharply.

“Feigned innocence does not suit you,” you retort. “Yet you never fail to make it convincing.”

“Mirdania is hardly difficult to convince. And who can fault her?” he says, smugly. He likes to make your blood boil, and you like to let him. It stokes the passion between you. Usually. Now, however, it only serves to further your indignation.

“Who can fault her, indeed?” you say bitterly. “Perhaps she’s not the one worthy of my ire. It was, after all, the Lady Galadriel to whom you oh-so-poetically compared Mirdania not that long ago. Perhaps your time together in Numenor brought you much closer than you led me to believe.”

Your accusation diminishes his playfulness. He puts a finger under your chin, lifting it slightly to better fix you with a warning gaze.

“I do not care for this attitude of yours,” he says disapprovingly. “You were never quite so... irritable, before.”

“Before?” you hiss, removing his hand from your face and holding his wrist between you in a grip tight enough you hope it hurts. “Before you were taken from me without warning, and I was left alone in the world? Living amongst my kind as though nothing had changed, as though I still belonged with them. Playing the obedient little smith as if I was not meant to be so much more. Forgive me if, after all those interminable years awaiting my husband’s return, I do not care to see his fingers in some other elf’s hair!”

Your last words are practically a growl as you release his hand furiously, slamming it into his own chest. He glances at it, then looks at you, having the decency to seem somewhat contrite for a brief moment.

“Had I known it bothered you so...” The slightest smirk tugs at his mouth. “I’d have at least tried to touch her hair out of your sight.”

You shove at his chest, spitting out an adjective in Black Speech with a most indelicate translation in the common tongue. This time, you don’t want him to follow. It’s your full intention to storm away and treat him with nothing but silence until you’re satisfied you have frustrated him as badly as he did you.

You’ve taken a few steps when he catches you by the waist, pulling you with your back flush against his front in the middle of the corridor. You make a sound of surprise, your hands flying to his, but you don’t try to pry them away from you. His mouth is at your ear, hot and alluring.

“There is a purpose to my every word, gesture and touch,” he says, the low rumble of his voice traveling deliciously down your spine. “A purpose of which you are well aware. Our purpose. Do you truly believe a head of pretty hair would so easily sway me, when I spent centuries dreaming to taste you once more?”

His voice has dropped to a whisper, and his lips lower to your neck, pressing gently against your skin to soften you to him. It feels divine, as always, but pride demands you hold back from melting into his just yet.

“What you spent centuries dreaming of,” you counter flatly, “is ruling the world.” Your voice betrays only the tiniest trace of breathlessness as he gives your skin a light, warning bite.

“The two may coexist, and they do. You know that very well.” He turns you around then, holding your chin between his fingers once more. His thumb brushes your lower lip, eyes boring into yours with no trace of the teasing glint from before. “Cease your foolish doubts. Anger makes you impossibly beautiful, my love, but in this moment I’d prefer it if you were angry alongside me, rather than at me. We must stand united, now more than ever.”

That is... infuriatingly true.

Oh, damn him. With his flattery and his touches and his... rational thinking.

“I just...” You let out a sigh with a hint of a groan, your anger giving way to reveal the source of frustration which had driven you to such impulsive actions in the first place. “I’ve grown so tired of this pretense. This ridiculous charade, as if you were as much a stranger to me as you were to the other smiths before you came. Look at us, sneaking around like some rebellious youths exchanging forbidden kisses. They should know who you are. Who we are.” You cup his cheeks and lean in close, voice drenched in unbridled passion. “Husband and wife. King and Queen.”

“And so they shall,” he vows, pulling you against him in a tight embrace as he leans his forehead against yours, “once the work is complete. I shall put a crown on your head, and we shall stand side by side as the world bows at our feet. Before their Lord of Darkness, and my beautiful, terrible Queen. This, I swear.”

Your heart thunders in your chest at the images invoked by his words. Everything you’ve waited and strived for all this time, finally within your grasp. Being supreme ruler of Elves, Dwarves and Men alike. Knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that you can never be torn from the one you love again.

“The day cannot come soon enough,” you breathe out, the last word barely escaping before your love captures your lips and kisses you with endless greed, perfectly matching yours. There is darkness within you, and it was always meant to become intertwined with his. One or both of you may be killed, as he once was, but no power in existence could ever truly part your souls. It’s a certainty you see reflected in his eyes as he pulls away just slightly, just enough for his gaze to set you even more alight with desire before he devours you with his kiss once more.

“Soon, my love,” he whispers against your lips. “Soon.”

[lotrandthehobbitwritings]

Arrival of Spring

Pairing: Elrond x (fem!) Reader

Genre: fluff

Warning: none

Words: 2430

Rivendell existed for a little over one and a half millennia. It was prestigious, peaceful, beautiful. Your family originated from Lothlórien, your father was a well trusted guard of Celeborn and Lady Galadriel, which earned your family a great reputation. You were always seen walking the royal gardens, making lots of girls your age jealous as very few people out of the royal family had access to those places. But you being friends with Celebrían gave you an easy way in to all those forbidden areas. That was years ago though, as you now lived in Rivendell alone. What made you move to Rivendell, leaving your family behind in your homeland? Elrond, lord of Rivendell came to Lothlórien after the War of the Elves and Sauron, explaining that he planned to establish a life there and wished it could serve good purposes. Hearing of it, you thought he was noble, and felt as it was your duty to help him achieve his goal. And you did just that.

Elrond was more than appreciative of anyone that wanted to establish a life there and help make this place a welcoming heaven. You were amazed at how easily everyone got acclimated and how quickly this place was becoming what Elrond wished for it to be. As the months went by, you grew quite fond of your new home. You loved how peaceful and quiet it was, you loved taking walks along the many bridges, sitting on benches under the gazebos to read a book while the misty air of the nearby mountains left a cool feeling on your pinkish cheeks. The sound of the river falling over rocks was so relaxing that you could easily spend hours at the same place without noticing time going by. And today was one of those days.

You had been sitting under one of the highest gazebos, reading a book you took from the library this morning. There was a light spring breeze, the flowers were in bloom and birds were making their nest in the highest branches of Rivendell’s trees. Your hair was flowing in the wind, a lock often finding its way in your face, disturbing your reading. After tucking the said lock of hair behind your pointy ear, you resumed to your activities, reading the last few sentences of the chapter that now began to make way more sense than when you read the first phrases of it a few pages back. Time went by, and slowly the air became colder as the sun started making its descent in the sky, gradually making space for the moon to replace the biggest star’s warm light by its cold one. But your body didn’t acknowledge it, after all, elves don’t react to cold weather as easily as others. However, it wasn’t the cold that snapped you out of your reading, but a voice coming from behind you.

‘’Why am I not surprised to find you here?’’

The voice made you jump, yet made you smiled as you recognized it immediately. You turned your head and faced the dark-haired elven lord.

‘’You should come inside’’ Elrond said.

‘’I will, brennyn nín’’ you answered while smiling. ‘’it appeared I lost track of time once again’’

Elrond smiled back and offered you his hand so that you could stand up. He watched as you carefully closed the book, which you almost finished reading, and took his hand, getting up from the white stone bench that was beautifully sculpted.

‘’Please, just call me Elrond’’ he said with his smile still present.

You felt your cheek heat up as you looked into his eyes, and simply gave a small nod. You walked by his side, listening as he talked to you about the gardens and all the flowers that are currently blooming. You took occasional glances at the man beside you, carefully as you did not want to be caught. He was wearing a golden robe made of silk, which flowed with each step he took. His dark and long hair was carefully slicked back and braided, leaving only two strands of hair by each side of his face, a hairstyle he always wore yet you never got tired of seeing it. You loved how it highlighted his features, how his eyes seemed to call even more for your attention. His crown which was so delicate, yet so majestic, and deeply enhancing how gracious he looked. His looks really didn’t compare, and they never got out of your head.

‘’(y/n)?’’

You turned your head to your right after hearing your name.

‘’You seemed deeply lost in your thoughts’’ Elrond said with a small chuckle.

‘’Oh, I’m sorry I did not realize’’

Your cheeks quickly colored red with embarrassment as you hoped he didn’t notice you were looking at him.

‘’It’s alright, I simply was asking which of the flowers you were most excited to see bloom. I know you have spent quite some time in the gardens at Lothlórien and I hope we can make Rivendell’s as beautiful’’

‘’Well, I always loved hyacinths. They are simple yet their color is always so vibrant that it warms your heart in some way’’ you smiled.

‘’Luckily for us that we were able to get some and hopefully ours will grow beautifully, even if I doubt they will be just as Lothlórien’s ones’’

‘’Lothlórien is hard to compare, that’s true. But I believe we can make equally as appealing and charming as the ones from my homeland’’

Elrond nodded and smiled.

‘’Your enthusiasm is what will make them bloom as lovely’’ he said.

You thanked him with a shy voice and stopped walking, almost bumping into the elf as you didn’t notice he himself stopped. As you were about to question the sudden halt, you noticed that you had reached the door to your chambers. You didn’t even realize that you weren’t outside anymore.

‘’You should change, we are having a feist tonight to celebrate the arrival of spring’’

‘’Eru.. It absolutely slipped out of my mind I am so sorry’’ you quickly said, feeling bad as you should’ve gotten ready for it earlier.

‘’There’s no need for apologies, heryn nín. The feist doesn’t start until another hour, you have all the time you need’’

Your eyes grew big, you couldn’t believe your ears. Surely you didn’t hear him properly, he possibly could not have called you like that.

‘’Yes alright, I will ready myself then’’ you said, trying to brush what just happened out of your head.

Elrond smiled and bowed his head in a small nod.

‘’I shall see you then’’

And with that he walked away, most likely to get ready himself. You quickly entered your chamber and closed the wooden door behind you, resting your back on it for a few seconds.

‘’Heryn nín’’ you whispered to yourself, confusion invading your mind.

You yet again put those thoughts aside and walked towards the carved wooden wardrobe and opened it, looking through the dresses that were hanging. You wanted something fancier than a regular dress, but you didn’t have that many. Since it was a feist for spring, you also wanted something of light colors, and as you kept looking at your dresses, your eyes set on one. Since you moved to Rivendell, you had dresses made that were more in the established style, but you still had a few dresses from your home. Your hands carefully grabbed the light purple fabric and you smiled. This was one of your favorites, which is why you brought it with you to Rivendell. It was made of lace, which gave it a more ethereal and mystical look, and it was a classic wardrobe in Lothlórien. You slipped your current dress off your shoulders and carefully dressed in the one you would wear to the feist. After brushing and braiding your hair again, you were ready to join everyone.

As you went down the stairs to and walked outside where the feist was taking place, you could hear many people talking and soft music. As you stepped amongst everyone else, you noticed three elves playing the harp and two playing the flute, each equally separated from each other, as well as a flutist between each harpist. This made you smile, you always loved when things were well separated like such. As your feet led you to grab a drink, your eyes looked around, searching through every elf to find the one you wanted to see, but he was no where to be seen. Or so you thought, because as you grabbed your glass of wine you heard his voice.

‘’Well, I was not expecting to see you in such dress tonight’’

You smiled a bit shyly, hoping he wasn’t unhappy about your fashion choice.

‘’I felt this was the most appropriate way I could dress for such an occasion. Celebrating the arrival of spring is a festive day, and I felt that dressing in too heavy colors and fabrics would go against the meaning of the celebration’’

Elrond smiled and brought his glass to his lips, taking a sip of his wine.

‘’I agree, you made a good decision in wearing this dress, it’s very flattering’’

You thanked him and gently bowed your head to him, which he responded with an even wider smile.

‘’May I bring you elsewhere? There is something I would like to show you’’

‘’Show me?’’ you asked, a bit confused.

‘’Yes, I promise it is worth the sight’’

You were confused why he suddenly wanted to show you something, let alone be uniquely with you. Not that you never been in his company alone, but this was the first time he requested such thing.

‘’Well then, lead the way my lord’’

Elrond chuckled and started walking. While you two directed yourselves to wherever he wanted to bring you, Elrond couldn’t help but look at you, and how beautiful the dressed looked on you. By the same means, you were also looking at him, loving the color of his robe. He was wearing a light orange one, which is a color you rarely ever saw him wear and you definitely would tell him that it suited him, if you weren’t so shy around him.

You noticed that he was bringing you to the gardens, but through a hidden path. You were walking under trees which were blooming with their flowers, a few petals dancing in the wind above your heads.

‘’I never knew this path was here’’ you said as you looked around in awe at the sight.

‘’Very few people know of it, and I want it to stay that way, so that it’s more private’’

You nodded and he smiled. When you entered the garden, you saw immediately why he brought you here.

‘’I can’t believe it..’’ you said as you made your way to the hyacinths which were now in full bloom, earlier than their usual time.

You put your glass of wine down on a nearby rounded stone table and kneeled in front of the flowers, gently touching the delicate petals.

‘’Beautiful isn’t it?’’

‘’Magnificent’’ you answered, still not believing what your eyes were showing you.

Elrond watched you as you admired the flowers, and he smiled. Long has he been thinking of talking to you about his feelings, but he barely ever talked to you long enough to justify doing so, and he didn’t want to come forward and make things uncomfortable. But it was becoming harder for him, and he noticed himself trying to find any reasons to approach you. Today for instance when he saw you for the twelfth time of the day as he walked by, he stepped forward and reminded you of the feist. Mostly because he wanted to be sure that you would attend as he wanted to spend more time with you. And now, using the hyacinth as an excuse to steal you away from the others so that he could be alone with you.

Elrond put his glass besides yours and kneeled by your side. You turned your head as you saw his silhouette move and smiled as his knee rested on the ground. He smiled back and kept looking at you. Your eyes were shining so brightly in the moonlight, none of the stars in the sky could compare to those little constellations in your eyes, and Elrond fell even more in love with you. It’s in this moment that he knew he had to open his heart to you, and hope that you too would open your heart to him.

‘’(y/n)’’

‘’Yes, my lord?’’

You knew you could call him by his name, as he told you earlier today and a few other times before, but it felt wrong to do so.

‘’I have to speak with you about something, and I’m sorry if my words are unforeseen, but they must be told’’

You felt a ball form in your stomach and your throat tightened. Eru only knows what he was about to say, and you were nervous, terrified even.

‘’Y-Yes?’’ you stuttered, trying to stay calm.

Elrond took your hands in his and stood up, bringing you upwards with him so that he could look into those starry eyes of yours.

‘’I must confess that ever since you came here, I look forward to the next day, even more than before. I wake up in the morning thinking of one thing and one thing only, and that thought never leaves my mind’’ his hold on your hand tightened gently. ‘’You make my heart beat, meleth nín, you warm me and make me complete’’

You couldn’t believe your ears. Never in a thousand years would you have thought that Elrond, lord of Rivendell would have feelings for you.

‘’My lord..’’ you said, still surprised at his sudden confession. ‘’I can’t believe this.. Truly I can’t’’

You looked at your hands in his and then back at him.

‘’I never thought you would feel such emotions towards me, after all I’m just the daughter of a guard, I’m not of royal blood like you-’’

‘’None of these matters to me’’ Elrond quickly said, interrupting you. ‘’What I said, I meant it, I meant all of it’’

You looked at him again, his eyes were full of hope and it made a small smile draw on your reddish lips.

‘’My lord.. I feel the same way’’

Elrond smiled and brought your hands to his lips before giving a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

‘’Well then meleth, from now on please, simply call me Elrond’’

‘’I will, Elrond’’

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Hi Eunoia, this is my first time requesting so I'm hoping I'm doing this correctly (I've read through your rules as well), but could I request a mini fic/headcanon about fem!reader reuniting with her lovers Fingon and Maedhros in Valinor after the Ring has been destroyed? (Plot: Reader stayed in Middle Earth after Fingon and Maedhros' deaths to look after Elrond, and only returns to Valinor on the last boat with Elrond, Bilbo, Galadriel, Frodo and Gandalf after Sauron is gone?)

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featuring maedhros x fingon x fem reader

fandom tolkien-the silmarillion

warnings slight angst

a/n i reply after 1658565 years - I hope this is what you intended hun sorry if it isnt as you hoped to have

You stepped onto the shores with help of the son you had raised.

As you did – many fair elves turned to you, captured by the beauty and elegance you carried effortlessly without fail.

With eyes that spoke wisdom of many passed ages and kindness that could sweep the many ellon or elleth right under their feet – you stepped gracefully into the shores of Valinor from the last boat.

For a moment – your eyes looked back into the seas. . .Arda seemed almost a distant memory now and while you were supposed to return to Valinor many, many years ago to heal your aching heart and crying soul for your beloveds. . .

As a mother – you stayed behind, willing to put your heartaches aside to the twin sons you had gained.

Even though one of your adopted sons, Elros had chosen a different path in life. . .a short mortal life, you still failed to return, staying behind for Elrond.

For deep down – you knew he needed you and would fare well if you departed Arda so soon.

But suddenly your thoughts were grasped away when a voice called your name – mending a part of your heart with the lightness of that gentle voice.

“Melda. . .”

Your heart fluttered – then turning your eyes immediately those nestling browns of one of your lovers made half your soul crying out to him.

“Finno. . .”

Your voice – soft, delicate, and beautiful just as he remembered -like the early spring breeze.

“Y/N. . .”

He didn’t waste a moment longer to swiftly embrace you in his strong arm – caging you to his chest as if you were the air that he longed to have.

“You’re here. . .”

He said almost breathless – as if he was unable to believe his own eyes.

His hand came to rest on the back of your head – cradling your head as he pressed a kiss to your head, lingering there for a few moments longer.

“You’re here. . .”

He repeated – holding you tighter. If you listened carefully, you could hear an emotional tinge in his voice.

“Finno. . .”

You whispered – the tears you had suppressed for so long coming in with full force and Fingon did not hesitate to soothe you.

Soon gently lifting your face and locking your lips firmly in a familiar and almost forgotten kiss – soothing half of your crying soul as he embraced you with his tender affection and love, with touch of his desires he was forced to hold back as you were still standing among the shores.

The kiss was nothing short of what you had imagined with Fingon on your countless nights dreaming of meeting him – it was tender, loving, tearful and blissful.

“Come . . .”

He softly whispered.

“We shall meet Maitimo – otherwise he will think I have whisked you away all by myself, melda. . .”

Your heart fluttered as his loving tease just as you remembered came.

You smiled – cupping his face and stroking his cheeks – the imagines of his death finally leaving as he held you. . .your soul slowly reached that peace you had always dreamed of.

Fingon lips stretched into that charming smile that never ceased to flutter your heart.

The softest of red coated your cheeks and her fingers gently traced that smile you longed to see for many ages now.

Fingon reached forward and kissed your forehead – soon taking your hand to guide you to your Maitimo.

You momentarily looked over your shoulder – your motherly instinct making your eyes search for your son.

Elrond met your eyes and nodded encouraging – silently telling all was well as he embraced your daughter -in-law.

“I always knew you would be a wonderful mother – I am very much proud of you, my love – in everything you have chosen to do, no matter how gravely we missed you. . .”

Fingon softly whispered as his hand protectively held your small hand in his strong large hand.

“Thank you, melda. . .”

You smiled -Fingon’s ears perked up recognizing the change of your accent now.

If anything, it pleasantly surprised him – and he endearingly loved how your accent changed to hold only a tinge of your former Valinor accent now – now vastly an accent of Arda with a tinge of your old accent.

His eyes sparkled getting used to the change – realizing how much he already loved it.

“You sound beautiful. . .”

He said – cupping the side of your face gently for a moment.

***

Fingon led you towards the gardens of Lord Irmo – your hands were delicately brushing the flowers of the garden, each one unique to the next.

A vast variety of textures and color you couldn’t find in Arda – making you realize just how long you have been away from your birth place.

Maitimo saw Fingon walking towards him from the corner of his eyes – immediately standing tall.

“Where is she? I heard the last of the boats have-”

But Maitimo seemed to have cut himself off seeing your small figure treading up behind his male lover.

A shaky breath left Maitimo’s lips as his eyes locked with your eyes – the part of his soul that had being missing about to be reunited.

But you could see the clear hesitance in your other lover’s eyes.

Fingon turned to you – giving you the soft encouraging nod as you step past him towards your other lover.

Maitimo’s entire body froze – his eyes wide as you approached him.

It pained you to see him so nervous and scared – he gulped now that you were so close, only a foot or two away.

You knew why he was hesitant and scared – for Maitimo did not even spare you a glance or even spoke to you one last night as he fled from Eonwe’s tents with the silmarils.

He knew you broke your heard as he discarded you for the sake of the oath – he had placed the oath above you.

“Russo. . .”

You said softly reaching out to cup his face – he flinched stepped back a little.

Your heart ached at the sight. He must have seen the flash of hurt that crossed your eyes – because then he left out sigh closing his eyes heavily, before he fully crouched before you.

“Y/N. . .meldanya. . .forgive me. . .”

He whispered – a heartbroken whisper.

You sighed reaching out to cup his face and gently stroked his cheek – he instantly closed his eyes leaning into your touch and kissed your fingertips softy.

“Oh. . .Russo. . .”

You called him softly and pressed a kiss to his forehead as he broke into tears in front of his two lovers.

Fingon came forward – laying a comforting hand on Maitimo and an arm around your waist, his thumb caressing you softly.

“We’re here now. . .together”

Finno whispered laying another kiss to the side of your head – as Maitimo finally had the courage to find your lips in a soft kiss realizing you had forgiven him.

“Together. . .forever. . .”

You promised the two of them – now had you had your lovers back you weren’t going to give them up again.

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