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Imagine being Elronds youngest rebellious daughter who enjoys making Lindir worry and blush.

“L-lady y/n, your father is requesting your presence.”

“You can turn around if you like, Lindir. I don’t mind you seeking me naked.”

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Biting- Geralt x Vampire!Reader

Description: Your friend Geralt helps to quench more than just your thirst for blood

Word count: 1,673

A snarl sounded deep from your throat, and hissed passed your fanged teeth as Geralt tried to approach you once again.

“I just want to help you, y/n.” He explained gruffly, as he sat back down on the rough ground of the dark cave with a huff.

“A Witcher wanting to help a monster. Seems to go totally against what you are.” You smirk over to your friend, a joke you often make at his expense.

It was rare, if not totally unheard of, for a Witcher to befriend a monster, and yet that’s exactly what happened with yourself and Geralt.

He’d one day been tasked to hunt and kill you, but after finding out that you had only attacked that town because of the vile men that lived within it, he decided to spare you.

Most of your kind feasted on easy prey, innocent people who can’t defend themselves. You decided long ago to use your need for blood to help defend those innocent people, only going after those who deserve it.

“You know with how old you are and how long we’ve been friends, you think you would have thought of a better joke.” He chuckles deeply at you.

“And I would have thought with how old you are, you would have grasped the concept of ‘no’ by now.” You snap back at your friend.

Your head rested against the cave wall as you closed your eyes, trying hard not to focus on the sound of Geralts heartbeat, or his intoxicating smell. It had been too long since you had fed and you were starting to notice. Geralt had offered to let you drink from him, but you couldn’t hurt him.

Geralt had spent the last hour trying to convince you to drink from him, whereas you had spent that time convincing yourself that it was his blood you craved and not the way his skin would feel against your body. Geralt was a friend and you couldn’t cross that boundary with him, no matter how badly you craved to.

You must have been focusing a lot harder then you thought, because the next minute you felt Geralts hand on yours. As your eyes flung open, they glared into the witchers eyes.

The deep red of your eyes and the dangerous look you wore would normally scare anyone, but not Geralt. In fact if anything, it made him more bold. His hand left the top of yours as it made its way slowly up your arm, to gently cup around your neck.

It felt as though you were paralysed, locked in place by his intoxicating scent. Your rational and animalistic mind fighting a battle of wills as his head bent down to whisper in your ear.

“I can smell that it is more than just my blood that you crave.” Geralt whispered seductively in your ear, his other hand now rubbing up and down your inner thigh.

Your self control was bending but not broken, that was until he began to press hot and deep kisses onto your sensitive neck. With feel of his intoxicating kisses on your sensitive skin, and his scent so close, your control fully snapped and you became ravenous.

Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, you pushed him against wall, landing aggressively in his lap as you now straddle his large thighs. With a hand in his hair, you pull his head back to expose his strong neck.

Geralt knew that in your hungry and desperate state that you’d be stronger than him, and honestly he seemed to like it.

“Is this what you wanted, Witcher? Wanted me to lose my composure? To hurt you?” You growled closely in his ear, accentuating your point by tugging at his hair harder and beginning to grind into his lap.

“Yes.” He sighed out, a cheeky smile both in his voice and on his face.

“Are you sure?” You ask seductively, but also as a way to really check this is what he wanted, as you sharp fangs began to lightly trace his neck.

“Mhmmm, I trust you, y/n.” He confirmed breathlessly.

Trying to prove his point or maybe just to get you to hurry up, he put one hand on your ass, to guide your grinding. Whereas the other carded through your hair, pushing your face closer to his neck.

Chuckling into his neck at his obvious excitement and mutual arousal, you began to lightly lick and kiss his neck, wanting to tease him for as long as you could.

With both of your heightened senses, you could both smell just how desperate the two of you were. The strong scent of his arousal and the delicious blood pumping through his body was driving you half mad, but you could hold off just a little longer if it meant teasing the Witcher.

“Y/N, stop teas-“ Geralt was promptly cut off as your fangs bit into his neck.

The feeling of your hot bodies pressed together and the delicious blood finally reaching your mouth, made a fire erupt all through out your body. Once that first drop touched your tongue it was all over.

Your whole arm wrapped around Geralts head, pushing it into your breasts as you began to hump and grind against his growing impressive bulge. You were like a woman possessed, pushing yourself further against him, not being able to get close enough to his body for your liking.

Finally breaking away from his neck, you let out a desperate moan as you began licking and pecking at his wound. You were fed but it still wasn’t enough.

Grabbing him by his white hair once again, you push his head back and away from your breast. Now looking at his face, you see it set in a dazed and dopey smile, hooded eyes looking into yours.

“So tell me, Witcher. Did you just want me to drink your blood or did you want to help me with my other cause of desperation too.” You whispered hotly against his lips, teasing him with an almost kiss.

“Well that’s what friends are for.” He smirks at you.

His once and usual manly stoic look was now wiped away, and instead a lust drunk smile of a boy takes its place. Geralt would not give up control to anyone, but in this cave and with you, it felt like there was no better way.

Smirking and looking into his eyes, you hungrily capture his lips in a searing kiss. The kiss was hungry and desperate, his hands digging into your ass as you begin to unbutton his trousers to release his hard and desperate cock.

Freeing his cock and pulling away to stand up, leaves him grunting in protest.

“So you don’t want me to ride your cock then?” You taunt him as smirk cheekily, beginning to undress yourself.

Geralt quickly began to behave as he watched your little show you began to put on him for him. Each item of clothing revealing more skin that Geralt desperately wanted to lick, kiss and touch.

“Yeh that’s what I thought.” You wink as you straddle his lap once again.

Taking his impressive cock in your hand, you stroke him a few times before lining yourself up with him.

Geralts head is pushed against and the cave wall and his eyes are closed, enjoying every ounce of pleasure that you’re giving him.

“Look at me, Geralt. I want to see your face as I sink down onto your cock.” You gently order, shifting your hips to tease his sensitive head.

Peeling away from the wall, his eyes look both desperately and hungrily into your own. Both begging you to use him and asserting his dominance all at once.

“Good boy.” You cheekily coo as you begin to sink down onto his cock.

You both seem to moan in unison as you hold each others gaze, both of you being filled with immediate pleasure and relief. It takes a moment to get used to his size, but once you are and you’ve properly bottom out, you begin to move immediately.

Grinding into him quickly turns into bouncing, causing Geralts hands to fly to your breasts. He groans as he takes one in his mouth and his other grabs at your ass.

You continue to bounce and use his cock for your own pleasure, drawing moans from both of you. Geralt feels blessed to be used in such a way by such a beautiful woman. His mind filled with nothing but how tight your pussy feels and how good your tits feel in his hand and mouth.

The cave is filled with both of your mixed moans and grunts. The sound of skin slapping onto skin getting louder and louder and you bounce faster and faster.

Pulling Geralt away from your breasts by his hair, you place his hands on your hips. His strong fingers dig into the flesh of your hips as your breasts bounce deliciously in his face, leaving him staring at your form, hypnotised by your beauty and power.

“Fuck! Geralt! You feel so good! Such a good fucking boy.” You praise as your fingers come down to play with your clit.

Geralt can’t help the way his moans become almost animalistic, as your pussy clenches around his cock. Grunts and groans leave his beautiful parted lips and echo around the cave as you both reach your end.

“Fuck, Geralt, I’m so close!”

“Me too. Fuck! Cum with me, sweetheart.” He grunts out in response.

You were wound so tight and from just those words alone, you couldn’t hold on much longer. The tension in you snapped as you came with a loud roaring moan, your head flying back.

Geralt took a tighter hold of your hips as he thrust into you powerfully, finishing only seconds after you.

Panting deeply with sweat covering both of you, you push your forehead against his as you both catch your breath.

“Maybe I should come to you when I’m thirsty more often.”

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Dating Glorfindel Would Include...

ʚɞ He’s like a golden retriever, filled with boundless energy and wants to be all over you. He cannot spend five seconds without some form of physical contact, be it holding hands, kissing you, or bumping shoulders.

ʚɞ One of the simplest things he likes to do is to hold your hand during walks, showing everyone that you’re his. He’s absolutely proud to know that you chose him to be your significant other so, he does his best to show you that you chose well.

ʚɞ Your time courting him will never be dull. Every moment spent with him will be full of energy and laughter.

ʚɞ Whenever there’s a party, festival or ball, you are the first couple on the dance floor. The first time you dance at a ball, you are surprised to learn that he is an excellent dancer since you have never seen him dance when asked by others.

ʚɞ He’s an amazing singer but he’ll only sing for you. You are the only person worthy in his eyes to hear his voice.

ʚɞ He enjoys going for rides with you on his horse. Sometimes the both of you will sit together or on separate horses and race each other across the open fields. There are times when he’s in a goofy mood and he’ll sit in front of you on Asfaloth, ignoring the fact that you can’t see.

ʚɞ Wherever you may be working he will always find time during the day to visit you. If it’s to bring you a meal of food or just stop by to say hello, he will always make the time. Even when he’s not on patrol or doing any duties, he’s sparring. He takes this opportunity to spar shirtless in hopes that when you pass by, you’ll ogle at his physique.

ʚɞ Should you do pass by, he shows off a lot more flexing his muscles and fighting with more power and strength to defeat his opponent showing you how strong he is. One time he flexed his muscles too hard, and he caught a cramp. To say the least, it was embarrassing for him.

ʚɞ Know that every day you will be receiving a bouquet of flowers at your doorstep. There are times he’d be able to deliver it and other times when he’ll send a worker.

ʚɞ He knows that he’s not the best cook but he’s willing to try making most of your favourite meals and desserts. Sometimes he’d invite you over into the kitchen so that you could show him how to make your favourite meals. You also do the same by sending meals and desserts for him when he’s working very hard. He always gets over-emotional whenever you do so.

ʚɞ Speaking of him being emotional, Glorfindel is genuinely a compassionate individual and it’s truly an honour to experience firsthand his ability to extend his empathy to others in need of it. Even you are fortunate to be on the receiving end when times are tough on your end.

ʚɞ He’s a cuddle bug so once you’re in his arms there’s no escaping, you’re never leaving you just have to stay there and accept your fate. He has no shame in basking you kisses but he won’t go overboard since he is a Lord and looked upon.

ʚɞ Whenever you’re cuddling you tend to run your hands through his hair which knocks him out. He’s very flamboyant so, expect a lot of grand moments with him but not to worry he does take your reactions seriously; he knows what’s acceptable and what isn’t.

ʚɞ Depending on the age you met, you get the opportunity to hear his tales of the olden days when his fellow Lords and friends were alive. Around these moments are when he relies on a slice of comfort from you to reassure him that there’s still good in his life despite all that he’s lost.

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Glorfindel! My love! Just because I am on my period does not mean you must carry me everywhere! No I do not need to lay in bed all day!

“So don’t carry you around? Leave you alone? Give you space? Go away? That is what you want me to do?” he whines as he slowly and dramatically walks out of your room, pausing every second to turn around and sigh with fake tears in his eyes. “I’m leaving now. I’m walking out the door. Farewell.”

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The Birthday Gift

Summary: All of the Avengers forgot your birthday. Loki and Bucky make it up to you.

Pairing: Loki x F Reader, Bucky x F Reader, Loki x Bucky x F Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Threesome. Choking. Knife Play. Mild Blood Play. This is one spicy meatball.

W/C: 2K

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*This is a gift for myself and everyone who reads, because it’s my birthday! I couldn’t think of a better way to spend it than between these two. 💖

Today had been horrible. You were having a bad hair day. You shattered your phone screen. The restaurant you ordered take out from got your order wrong. The universe was cruel sometimes, so of course everyone also forgot today was your birthday. The two people who would never forget, who could make your day a million times better, were away on a mission. Loki and Bucky, your two best friends on the team.

You take the long way back to your room, the dread of spending the evening alone setting in. You should have caved and told the girls it was your birthday. They would have taken you out for drinks at least. But you’ll tough it out, watch your favorite show, and pass out surrounded by a mountain of snacks.

When you enter your room, you’re shocked to find Bucky and Loki waiting for you. “Surprise!” Loki almost sings. A cake with lit candles and a tub of ice cream is placed between them on your bed. You squeal with delight. “What are you guys doing here? I thought your mission would last a few more days.” “We finished and rushed back to you.” Bucky says pulling you toward his bulky body for a big hug. “Blow out your candles, darling. Make a wish.” Loki gestures toward your cake. You can’t believe they did this for you.

You close your eyes taking your time blowing out each candle. “I bet the team had a big party for you. Tell us about it.” You sigh debating on lying. Bucky looks at you expectantly. “They actually forgot about it. But you guys are here, and that’s all that matters.” You glance at your feet, holding back the tears threatening to spill. “Are you still feeling down, doll?” You nod. “It’s not you. I’m happy you’re here, and this is so thoughtful. It’s just been one of the worst days I’ve had in a while.”

They exchange glances, seemingly communicating telepathically. “Don’t let them ruin your night, love. We still have to give you your gift.” Loki’s blue eyes gleam. “Where is it?” you ask scanning your room for wrapped boxes, but finding nothing. “It’s us. We’re your gift. We are gonna make it up to you.” Bucky beams at you. “Wait. What?” you question looking between them. “Get on the bed. Let us take care of you, darling.” Loki removes the cake and ice cream they brought from your bed. Bucky begins shedding his clothes.

You lay back against your mattress. Loki climbs on top of you, extracting a small, shiny dagger from his suit. He places it in front of your face showing it to you. “Is this alright, little dove?” “Yes.” You whisper. Loki’s lips curl upward. “I knew you would like this. I’ve seen you watching me while I train with them.” He lowers the weapon to the collar of your sweater. The blade rips the fabric splitting it in two as he works it lower. When it’s ripped to your belly button, Loki uses his hands to finish, pulling the torn fabric off you. He zigzags the icy point down your stomach lightly so it won’t pierce your skin. You shiver with anticipation, blowing out a shaky breath. He makes quick work of your skirt, leaving you in your underwear.

Bucky places a hand on Loki’s shoulder. “I thought we were sharing our girl.” Loki chuckles, he stands discarding his leather apparel in the floor. Bucky takes Loki’s abandoned position, crashing his mouth to yours. He reaches between you grasping the fabric in the middle of your bra. He barely pulls on it, and the material splits. He roughly snatches the unwanted garment off your body. Loki sits beside you, messaging your now exposed breasts.

He tweaks each hardened peak between his long fingers. Bucky kisses his way down your neck until he’s on your other side parallel to Loki. They both take a sensitive nipple into their mouths. Bucky forcefully sucks while Loki lazily licks. You arch up into them. Loki’s dagger dances along your breast. You hold your breath when your nipple is released and the edge brushes against it.

Loki places a stream of kisses and nibbles along your stomach. His weapon follows the same pattern. Bucky presses his lips to your neck; his tongue sweeps the sensitive area. Loki pulls your panties down your legs, tossing them on top of his own pile of clothes. He runs the dagger over your thigh. You squirm under his attention. Loki reaches for the ice cream in the floor. He places small dallops on your soaked core. He lowers his head, his tongue parts your folds, lapping up every drop. “Mmm” he moans against you. You arch underneath him bringing your center closer to his face.

You close your thighs around his head. Loki’s hands part your legs, raising up. “It seems our girl is quite impatient.” Loki shakes his head in mock disappointment. Bucky moves down by your stomach, his hands locking around your thighs spreading them wide. Loki brings his head back down, flicking his tongue against your clit. You tremble beneath him. Bucky’s grip tightens. Your helpless whimpers fill the quite room. Loki’s lips close around your clit sucking firmly.

You hope Bucky will loosen his grasp, but he never falters. You feel the bubbles of heat low in your stomach threatening to spill over when Loki abruptly stops. He nods toward Bucky. He lets go of your legs, swiftly continuing his assault on your breasts. Loki strokes the dagger over your heated skin. He presses the blade to your thigh. The loss of your impending orgasm makes you desperate. At least that’s your explanation for your next words. “Loki, will you cut me?” You surprise yourself, asking for the one thing you had always fantasized about. Loki grins wickedly. “You trust me that much, my precious mortal? You would allow me to draw blood?”

You can’t think clearly while Bucky licks at your chest. But you’re sure of this. “Yes, Loki. I trust you completely.” Loki carefully traces the tender skin on the inside of your thigh, pressing the dagger harder each time. You cry out when the blade digs a little deeper, breaking the skin. Loki sits back admiring the small cut glistening red. He brings the weapon to his lips. His pink tongue darts out to taste the scarlet drops lining the sharp edges. He hums in approval. He lowers his head, licking the blood from your wound. Simultaneously, he dips his long fingers inside you curling upward, deliciously brushing your sweet spot.

Bucky nips your collarbone, as you ride Loki’s hand. His tongue laps at your small cut while his rough palm enticingly rubs against your clit. A high-pitched moan escapes you as you climax. Loki removes his hand dipping his head between your open legs once more to lick a stripe up your center. His tongue lowers to gather all the wetness accumulated there. When he’s satisfied he has collected every drop, he pulls himself off you. “Barnes, you must taste our girl, she is absolutely divine.” You shiver from his words.

He lifts you up as Bucky takes your spot on the bed. He places you on your knees beside him. “Sit on his face, darling.” Loki nudges you towards Bucky. You hover above his face placing your thighs on each side. “Good girl.” Loki croons. “Can’t wait to taste you, doll. I want you to soak my face.” Bucky grasps your hips jerking you down on his waiting mouth. Loki makes his way in front of you, kneeling. He attaches his lips to yours. You grasp his strong shoulders, while Bucky swirls his tongue against you. The scruff of his beard deliciously scratches the inside of your thighs as you wantonly ride his face. He locks his arms around your waist.

He glides his tongue through you with ease, swiping your clit with unhurried licks. Loki pinches your nipples, skillfully sucking a trail down your neck. Your fingers tangle in Loki’s black curls. Breathy moans leave your lips. You move your hips faster against Bucky’s face. He eats you ravenously. His tongue is unforgiving. He hungrily laps up everything you give him. You feel his teeth graze your most delicate spot. When Loki bites down on your neck, you shatter, a jumbled version of their names is shouted into the air. You reluctantly remove yourself from Bucky. Loki’s hands force you down on your hands and knees. He places one on your nape. The other pulls your disheveled hair into a messy ponytail in his grasp.

You clutch your sheets while he slams into you. You whimper when you feel a cold metal thumb swirl your clit. You meet Loki’s thrusts, throwing your ass back against him. Bucky presses light pecks against your neck, his vibranium thumb still working your swollen bud. Loki glances at Bucky, speaking with their minds again. Something tells you this isn’t the first time they’ve done this.

Suddenly, they flip you onto your back. Loki plunges back into you, lifting your legs over his shoulders. He latches onto your neck sucking the skin into his mouth. You whine as you spasm around him, feeling his warm seed spill into you. He withdraws himself from you. Bucky moves into a sitting position behind you. He lifts you like a ragdoll, pulling you down onto his hard erection. His arms pull your back flush against his chest. He starts thrusting underneath you.

“You take me so well, feels like you were made for me.” He bounces you on him when Loki’s thumb caresses your bottom lip. “Open.” You obey. Loki slides his thick cock between your lips. You moan when you taste yourself on him. You take him all the way in, choking on him at first. You bob your head against him, tightening your lips. You trace the veins along his length with your tongue drawing loud moans from him. Bucky fucks into you, his vibranium arm feels icy against your flushed skin as he holds you to him.

You feel Loki’s cum spilling out of you, trickling down your thighs. Bucky places his free hand around your throat, lightly squeezing. Loki’s hips snap faster lodging his cock deeper. Your throat tightens and you gag around Loki. You gasp for air, struggling to breathe. He pulls out of your mouth, Bucky loosens his grip. Bucky’s blue eyes darken, he growls into your ear “Be a good girl, and take all of him, or I’ll use the other hand. I won’t be so gentle then, angel.”

You desperately whimper. You shouldn’t be so turned on from him threatening you. You open your mouth wider flattening your tongue. Loki glides back in. Bucky increases the pressure on your neck. You dig your fingers into Loki’s hips pulling him impossibly closer. “That’s it. Good girl.” Bucky purrs. You thrust down against him. The angle perfectly hitting the spongy spot that makes your vision go hazy. You cry out, but it’s muffled by Loki’s throbbing cock. Loki palms one of your breasts. His other hand snakes down where you are joined with Bucky. You clench around him while Loki paints your clit with your arousal and his cum, still dripping out of you.

Your whole body shakes as another explosive orgasm rips through you. Loki’s large hands move to your hair, holding your head in place as he spills down your throat. Bucky tenses underneath you, clutching you closer as he cums. He lifts you off him placing your tired body on the bed beside Loki. He lays on your other side. Loki tenderly pecks your shoulder. Bucky takes your hand, caressing the back of it. “Happy Birthday, darling.” “I hope we made it memorable.” You sigh, completely spent and sure this would be one birthday you would never forget.

*Thank you @lokisgoodgirl for the Bucky threatening to choke you with his other hand idea. I love your filthy mind. ❤️

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Captain’s Orders - Steve x YN 🍆⛓️🥰

Summary: You ask Steve Rogers to overpower you. He does, in his old-fashioned way.

Contains: Dom Steve pretending to be something between an asshole 1940s husband and an army general. Dub-con if you squint. Cuddly aftercare.

Warnings: Strong kinky themes from the outset. Consensual abuse of power and physical strength (may trigger). References to slapping. Intense verbal degradation. Outdated gender roles and misogyny – the feminism will leave your body, you have been warned.

Words: 2,200

“How do you feel about spanking?”

A furrowed brow looked up over his mission report. “Giving or receiving?”

“You. Spanking me.”

“Oh.”

“What do you think?”

“No. I can’t do that.” Matter of fact in his tone, he continued reading. “I’m sorry.”

“What can you do?”

He placed the papers down on the table, looking at you with the stern authoritarian expression you had grown to love. “What’s this about?” He ended his question with your name. You loved the way it sounded when he said your name.

“I mean…. we’re always very…. athletic…. in bed. And I love that. I do. I guess I just want to switch things up a bit.”

“Huh.” He stood, perching his ass on the side of the boardroom table. “And what’s it about, really?”

“Being overpowered by you.” You bit your lip.

“Got it. You want me to be a dominant?”

You frowned. “How do you know about that?”

“Loki and I have had some… interesting conversations over the years.” He smirked, recalling the delicious tales the Asgardian gifted him with over a beer of a Sunday morning.

“Now see that,” you gestured, pointedly, “is something I would love to hear more about.”

His throat scoffed out a laugh, looking away from you and smiling. “I’m sure you would.” He looked back, cocking his head towards himself, his tone soft and affectionate. “Come ‘ere.”

You walked to him, raising your shoulders meekly, your cheeks dimpling with a smile, causing him to blush. You walked around the table cautiously, dragging a fingertip along the wood. When you reached him, you stood in between wide open thighs. He placed a hand on your lower back to pull you closer. “Look, I’m…. I’m not gonna hurt ya. Even if it’s just pretend.” You pouted at his words. “But….” a finger raised, “I can meet you halfway.”

“Oh yeah?” You squinted at him in playful challenge. “And how do you propose to do that?”

“Well, err….” He scratched the back of his head and looked down, as though he were committing a sin for even thinking about it. “I could, umm…. I could, I suppose….” It felt wrong. So wrong. He was gifted his strength to use for good. And only for good. This wasn’t honourable. Maybe that’s why his jeans tightened at the thought. He raised his chin up confidently, exposing his muscular neck. “I could overpower you. Physically.”

Oh God…..

He noticed you swallow. He might be old-fashioned, but he could take a hint. He ran with this new persona. “I could use my strength. Pin you down so you…. so you couldn’t move.”

“Mmm hmm,” you mustered a noise. “And what else?”

“I c-could - ” He pause to find his poise. “I would give orders. And you would take my lead.”

“You would do that for me?”

He leaned down, brushing hair from your flushed skin, whispering. “You know I might even enjoy it.”

You glanced at the boardroom table.

“Not here, though.”

“Your bedroom, Captain?”

He blushed, biting his lip before looking up and regaining his authority. “My bedroom, Ma’am. 08:00 sharp.”

“You will obey my orders. You will address me as Captain, or Captain Rogers only. Is that clear?”

“Yes Captain.” You sat on the edge of his bed as instructed, your hands resting daintily in your lap.

“Good.” He walked around the bed, glancing at your back, testing the waters in this new play.

You had talked about it. He couldn’t use any force, no matter how much you craved it. He could hurt you. Really hurt you. So he would have to use his words.

You wanted to feel smaller than him. He had an idea of how he could achieve that. It was more psychological than physical. He thought it safer. He only prayed that he wasn’t crossing a line.

It was time to test how far he could push that boundary.

“And…. we’ll have none of that 2020’s women’s rights nonsense. Got it?”

God this feels so wrong yet so right…..

“Y-yes Captain.”

“Where’s a woman’s place?” He paced around you, slowly. As instructed, you didn’t look up.

“I-In the kitchen, Captain Rogers?” Your tone up-ticked at the end, posing a question.

“That’s right Ma’am.” He leaned down, hands on his knees, smirking. You felt a firm hand grab your chin, lifting your gaze up to his sightline. “And there’s nowhere else a pretty face like you should be. Just the kitchen, and the bedroom. You got it?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes what?” He cocked his head. The steely look in his eyes made you question if he was about to deliver a strong back hand. Steve Rogers would never. But imagining he could….

“Y-yes Captain.”

“Good girl.” He began to unbuckle the belt of his jeans, his back to you now, athletic ass giving you a show. “Lay down on the bed.”

“Yes Captain.” You shifted back over the top of the duvet, laying down flat on your back, hands on your stomach. You swallowed, hard.

“Take off your panties. Place them on the floor. Keep your dress on.”

“Yes Captain.”

He turned, cock in his hand, pleasuring himself to the sight of you. “You’re such a good fuckin’ girl.”

The bed dipped as he kneeled on it. In moments, he was on top of you, knees either side of your hips. “Hands up.”

You placed them up in surrender, almost wanting to giggle. He nearly broke character, his lips quirking at the corners. He folded his arms, hard cock bobbing beneath him. “Place your hands above your head, Ma’am.”

“Yes Captain….”

He leaned down, placing his hand around your wrists. He began to add pressure. Whispering, he asked, “Is that okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you move?”

You tried. You couldn’t. You shook your head.

“Good. Is it enough, sweetie?”

“You can… you can squeeze a little harder if you like, Steve.”

He added a little pressure. “Like this?”

“Yeah…”

“Okay. Ready?” He cleared his throat and dropped back into the character of the wartime misogynist. He sat upright, towering above you. “You can’t move, beautiful. And you’re not gonna.” He took his cock in his hand and stroked himself, more vigorously this time. “You’re gonna do exactly what I say. And you know why that is?”

“B-because you’re in charge, Captain Rogers.”

His heart swelled. So did his cock. “You got that right, sweet cheeks.” Firm hands pressed into the mattress as he lowered himself down. He squeezed his knees around you. “You’re not gonna come. You’re not gonna move. You’re not gonna so much as speak, unless you’re spoken to. You got it?”

Miraculously, you squeaked out a response. “Y-yeah.”

“Good girl. My… my pretty, stupid little girl.”

Your Steve valued your intelligence. Your wit. Your strength. Your independence. But this Steve? This Steve treated you as though you were a brainless cock-drunk moron.

And you didn’t hate it.

Your two active brain cells were jolted together by the sensation of Steve entering you, firmly thrusting into you without warning. He wasn’t harsh. But he wasn’t gentle, either. His brows knitted together, lips mouthing You okay? You nodded.

He thrust in and out of you, the punishing grip of his knees on the sides of your thighs never relenting, pinning you in place. You anticipated nothing but groans and ragged gasps. But Steve had another treat in store. As his hips bucked back and forth, cock entering you like a piston, jeans slung low over his hips, he asked you a series of questions.

“Who’s the leader of the Avengers?” His head tilted back, creases forming around his eyes as he squeezed his lids tight shut.

“You are, Captain.”

“Who’s in ch-charge?” He grunted after the last word.

“Y-you are, Captain.”

“Who’s gonna…. oh god…..” He eyelids flashed open for a second, eyes rolled back, out of it. “And who’s gonna rail you like you’ve never been r-railed?”

“You are, Captain.”

“You’re damn right.” He leaned down over you, one hand releasing your wrists to adjust the roll of his shirt sleeves. His forearms flexed in the process, before returning his grip around your delicate slim wrists.

Despite your best efforts to obey, you reached up and grabbed a handful of his shoulder, the muscle moving underneath your touch as he rocked back and forth into you, his arm trembling with the force of holding up his own body weight. Underneath his dress shirt, his abs flexed.

Not that you could see them.

You whined in frustration.

“So dumb you can’t even follow orders, huh? Even a slutty army secretary can do that.”

You bit your lip. Being verbally degraded by Steve Rogers was everything.

You felt heat rise in your cheeks, snaking its way through your body and having no escape other than through your lips. You moaned again. “Pl-please. Please, Steve.”

“Please… what?” He squeezed your wrist to punctuate his point.

“Please, Captain.”

“Captain who?”

“Captain Rogers. Please.”

“No. Wait for my word. Got it?” His tone remained authoritative, yet hopeful. He wasn’t going to drag this out. You were grateful. But it wasn’t mercy. He craved his release as much as you. His thighs trembled with the force of holding back the torrent of release he had inside for you.

“G-god….” He groaned, chest heaving, continuing the rhythmic movement of his hips.

“Pl-please…. I can’t…. I can’t….”

And you really couldn’t. You bit down on your lip, harder this time. Mercifully, he gave his command.

“I need you to come. That’s an order.”

You obeyed, relaxing fully and feeling the warmth of climax rush through your veins, pleasure exploding in every cell of your being. The Captain’s breath came in sharp through his lips, exhaling just as abruptly, as he began to come inside of you. He groaned. Long, needy, desperate. You watched as he came undone, feeling as though your stomach had dropped right out of your body.

As his form became weak from release, he lowered himself to his elbows, your wrists long since surrendered from his unrelenting grip. His head remained bowed. In prayer, or in surrender, you weren’t sure. You stroked his back, obscenely strong back muscles rippling under your loving touch. You didn’t realise until he spoke, but he maintained his charade as the dominant army general.

“Is there anything I can get you, baby?” You asked sweetly.

“Yeah.” He had one last demand before he pulled out of you. “Make me a sandwich.”

“I went too far didn’t I? With the 1940’s thing?” A half hour later, you cuddled with him on the sofa, roles returning to reality, all masks long-since dropped.

“The feminism left my body for a second there, not gonna lie.”

“God, I knew I went too far.” He shook his head, berating himself, hand pressed firm over his mouth as though he were preventing any insulting words from spilling out.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just gonna kick your ass at training tomorrow, that’s all.”

“That’s fair.” He chewed on his lip. “You know, I had no idea I could be such an asshole.”

“It was probably very therapeutic for you.” You looked over your shoulder at him. He looked down, lovingly, drawing circles over your thighs. “You don’t have to be perfect all the time.”

“Yeah. But it doesn’t make it right.”

“Oh well. As long as you know your place, Captain.”

He blushed.

“Where is your place, Captain?” you challenged.

“Underneath you.” You yelped as he lay back and pulled you on top of him.

“No! I gotta go….” Palms pressed flat on his chest as you pushed yourself up.

“Hang on. Where you going?” He sat up on his elbows, a forlorn expression etched into his handsome features.

You glanced over your shoulder with all the confidence of a woman who had been deliciously fucked and verbally degraded by a living legend. “You’ll see.”

You disappeared around the corner into the galley of the kitchen. Steve had his suspicions. He hoped he was wrong. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth as his sat in the large sectional sofa in the middle of the open-plan kitchen space, one arm wrapped around his middle, the other lifted, propping up his chin on his fist. The backs of his knuckles grazed his lips roughly. You emerged five minutes later, presenting a plate to him before walking around the sofa behind him, reaching down to touch him literally anywhere.

You whispered in his ear, hands placed on his shoulders, coquettishly running your palms down his pecs. “Prosciutto and English mustard on rye. Just how you like it.”

He held the plate aloft as though it didn’t belong to him. “Honey I really didn’t mean…”

“I know you didn’t. But that’s why I made it. Call it a little thank you for earlier.”

“Alright, alright. But there’s one condition.” Without so much as looking, he lifted his arms up, lowered them into a tricep press position, grabbed you firmly by the waist and flipped you over the back of the sofa and onto his lap. He held the plate firmly in his hands and handed you one half of his sandwich. “On the condition that we share.”

Your sweet, gorgeous, thoughtful Steve was back. You loved it.

And part of you missed the other guy.

“Aw but I made this for you.”

“You did. And we’re gonna share it.” He lowered his gaze seriously as he urged you to take half of the sandwich. His lips pulled up into a smirk before he winked. “Captain’s orders.”

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Could you do a lil fic for lindir or haldir (whoever you prefer) where the reader finds they’ve never been kissed and decides to change that.

You smiled at lindir as he sat staring at the night sky. His hair looked like silk as the moon reflected off of it. You looked back down at your book, reading it in the dim candlelight. The book was on elven culture. A book you had found in the library. It was one of the few books written in English. 

As you read you found elves only loved once and that love lasted their entire lifetime. You liked at lindir. Had he ever fallen in love? Did he have someone he loved?

“You’re staring agin.” Lindir said, not even moving to look at you. 

You smiled and scooted over closer. Looking back down at the book and scanning the contents. 

Lindir looked at the page and then at you. 

You looked up at him. “Have you ever been in love lindir?” 

Lindir looked up at the night sky then you. “To be honest, I never thought I’d find love…” he stoped.  

“You… who wouldn’t love you? Your kind and caring, your funny and sweet… I-I’m sure you’ll the one…”

“I’ve already met my one…I just… don’t know if she feels the same…” 

“I’m sure she does.”

“Do you?”

 You smiled and scooted closer placing your hand over his. “Yes… I do…”

He smiled at you and his cheeks dusted over pink. “Y-y/n…” 

You leaned closer, letting your head fall onto his chest. You could hear his heart hammering in his chest and it caused you to smile. “Your heart is pounding…”

You felt a hand in your hair and you glanced up at him before placing your hand on his cheek. 

Lindir looked up at the stars, clearly thinking. 

“Lindir, what is it?” He sighed and his grip on you tightened. 

“Well I- theres something I wish to do but… I’ve never exactly well… done it.”

You tilted your head. “What is it?”

His thumb gently ghosted over your lips and you immediately knew what he wished to do. You placed your hand in the back of his head and pulled him closer, letting your lips land in his. “You never have to ask, just… kiss me…”

Lindir smiled and pulled you to his chest, kissing you passionately. 

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tears

You sat staring up at the stars, a smile on your face. It was a lovely night. It was the perfect temperature and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. You looked down over the edge of the balcony and saw someone walking to the gardens. You squinted and realized it was lindir. 

You shrugged and jumped off the balcony and rolled to soften your unpack as you came to the ground. You then fallowed after him. 

You fallowed at a respectable distance. That’s when you realized that he was crying. You hesitated for a moment before picking up the pace. “Lindir?”

He jumped and quickly wiped away his tears before turning. “Y/n, you startled-”he gasped softly as you put your arms around him. “…me…” he finished blinking.  

You looked up at him and wiped away the new tears forming.  “What’s wrong?”

He sighed and looked away. “It’s nothing.” 

You frowned and led him over to a bench where you then pulled him into a tight hug and rubbed his back. “I’m here, you can tell me…”

He trembled before bursting into tears and sobbing into your chest. “I-I…” his arms wrapped around you and he clutched your shirt in two fistfuls, shaking as he sobbed. 

You held him for manny minutes and he slowly began to calm down so that his sobs were soft and his breathing had leveled out a bit. You went to gently play with his hair but hesitated, knowing that to elves hair was important. If you touched it you would silently be telling him you loved him. 

You slowly placed your hand on top of his head. When he didn’t give much of a reaction, you began to run your fingers through his incredibly soft hair. 

He responded by nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck and pulling you closer. “Mmm…” He moaned softly as you gently played with his hair. “Do you realize what it means to touch my hair?” He mumbled. 

You smiled and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Does that answer your question?”

He nodded and looked up at you. “You love me?” 

You nodded gently and he smiled. “I love you… too…” he muttered as his eyes grew heavy. 

You chuckled. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”

He shook his head. “Little longer…”

You pulled him to his feet and over to a willow where you then spread out the blanket you had wrapped around your shoulders. You lay and pulled him into your arms. “You can barely keep your eyes open…”

He answered with a mumble that you didn’t understand and you smiled, kissing the top of his hair. “I love you…” 

He nuzzled closer and you mindlessly put a little braid in his hair. He was suddenly wide awake and his eyes were full of both surprise and excitement. “A-are you…”

You paused. “Sorry, I- I should have asked before-” you yelped as his lips landed on yours. 

“I love you…” 

You smiled and continued the braid, humming softly. 

You felt a gentle tug on your hair and smiled as lindir wove a braid into your hair as well. 

-.-.-

In the morning you woke and found that Lindir was asleep with his head on your chest. You’d both somehow ended up falling asleep beneath the big willow. 

You gently kissed Lindir’s cheeks and his arms tightened around your middle. 

Lindir stirred slightly and looked up at you. Before gently stroking your cheek. “Morning…” he mumbled, pulling your head closer so he could give you a gentle kiss on your cheek. 

You smiled as he hugged you close. I love you…”

You smiled. “I love you too…”

Suddenly, the willow vines parted and lord Elrond looked at the two of you with a raised eyebrow. 

Lindir jumped and scrambled to his feet, dusting himself off. “My lord I-” lindir didn’t know what to say. You both weren’t ready to tell anyone about your relationship. 

Elronds gaze shifted to the new braid behind Lindir’s ear then to the matching one in your hair. “Ah, i see…” he whispered. “Perhaps you should take today off, lindir…” he said as he turned to walk away, a smile on his face. 

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Imagine: stealing Lindir’s cloak then snuggling up to him because you’re cold. 

You shivered as the spring rain fell outside the window. You scooted closer to the fire and rubbed your arms. You looked over. Lindir was in a chair with a book in his hands. His cloak was hanging on a hook in the corner of the room. You stood and grabbed it, wrapping yourself tightly. 

After sitting in front of the fire with the cloak you were still cold. You looked over at lindir and shrugged, walking over to him. 

Lindir looked up at you as you stood in front of him. “What is it?” He asked, eyeing his cloak with humor. 

You crawled into his lap and shivered. “I’m cold…”

Lindir set the book down and pulled you closer. “Come here…” he mumbled, kissing your forehead. “I’ll keep you warm.” 

You wrested your head on his shoulder. “Mmm…thank you…”

Lindir smiled. “Anything for you, love…”

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Take a Break

Haldir x gn!half-elven!reader

Summary: As a half-elven member of the Galadhrim you feel that you constantly have to prove yourself. Haldir comforts and reassures you.

Authors Note: Haldir won the vote!! I’m glad he won because we all need some Haldir in our lives <3

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The cool night air was biting as it nipped at your exposed skin. You were a half-elf, but your elven lineage did not protect you from the harsh temperature. You wrapped your cloak around yourself, trying to keep in any heat you could. Turning your focus back to the forest, you continued your watch.

The sounds of your fellow Galadhrim laughing as they sat around the warm fire made you long to join them. Technically, your watch was over. You could return to camp and another elf would take your place. No, you remembered. The others could easily stand watch all night. If they must do it, so could you.

From across the camp, Haldir watched as you attempted to block out the cold. Your watch had ended well over an hour ago. He stood and walked towards you.

“(Y/N),” he said, now by your side. “Allow me to relieve you from your watch.” Haldir noticed you shift your weight from one foot to the other.

“Thank you, Haldir, but I’m fine.” You didn’t meet his eyes as you replied. The marchwarden was kind to you, but that didn’t make him any less intimidating. One wrong move and you were afraid he would dismiss you.

“I can see that you’re cold, (Y/N). It is my duty as marchwarden to ensure the health and safety of the people of Lothlorien,” he paused. “And that includes you.”

“Haldir, I promise. I’ll be ok.” You sighed, turning away from him. You expected him to leave, but he didn’t.

“You don’t have to push yourself so hard, you know,” he said quietly. “You’ve proven yourself time and again to everyone.”

“I don’t want the others to think I’m weak,” you admitted. If you had been facing Haldir you would have seen the sympathetic look upon his face. “Especially you.” It was barely above a whisper, but Haldir heard. He placed a hand on your shoulder and gently turned you so you were facing him.

“(Y/N),” he started. “I could never think of you as weak. It saddens me to hear you say such things. I care for you more than-“ Haldir cut himself off. You noticed the red now tinting his face. “Forgive me. I’ve said too much.”

You slowly looked up and met his gaze. “Do you mean it? Truly?”

“I-Yes. I-I do,” he mumbled nervously. “It is not my place as marchwarden to have such feelings for one of my soldiers, but I’ve come to admire you.” He placed his hand on the side of your face, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. “Your ambition. Your strength.”

At his words, you felt your face become heated. “Thank you, Haldir. I’ve...come to admire you as well.” You felt his hand fall away from your face. He now extended it for you to take.

“Does this mean you’ve finished your watch then?” You noticed the quirk of his mouth, ever so hinting of his smile.

“Yes,” you replied, taking his hand.

When you were seated around the fire, you joined the others in laughing as Rumil let out a dramatic groan when Haldir told him to take watch.

“I took watch last night! It should be Orophins turn!”

“Rumil!” Haldir gave his brother a look. As Rumil left to take your place, you and Haldir shared a look and began laughing. Once your giggles died down, you felt Haldir place an arm around your shoulders. He felt you stiffen at the display of affection. “Is this ok?” He asked.

“Yes,” you answered. “It’s more than ok,” you said as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

Oh, you could get used to this.

Tags: @themerriweathermage

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

How your elven lover kisses you/ shows affection 

ℒℯ𝑔ℴ𝓁𝒶𝓈：

in public he’s a model of maturity. He offers you his hand and holds the door. 

Will occasionally place a kiss on your hand or cheek when he can. 

Will put an arm around you if you’re feeling uncomfortable. 

When alone, he’s still gentle and caring. 

Kisses all over your face. 

Cuddles if you want them. 

Thranduil:

he doesn’t care if your in public, he is going to kiss you. 

Constantly pulling you to his chest. 

Would carry you all over if he could. 

Teasing you constantly. 

Alone he’s insane. You’d think he’s been touch starved.

Holds you in his lap

Neck bites 

Long passionate kisses

Falls asleep with you in his arms. 

Haldir:

isn’t big on PDA the farthest he’ll go is gently holding your hand, but only if you ask him to or he senses your uncomfortable. 

Uses a different tone with you than he does everyone else. 

Once it’s just the two of you, he’s a completely different person. 

Snuggles

Lets you play with his hair (always falls asleep if you do)

Butterfly kisses for days. 

Clings to you like a child. 

Elrond:

Will gently squeeze your shoulder as he walks past. 

Soft smiles when no one is looking. 

Not big on PDA. 

once it’s just the two of you, its gentle snuggles usually while he reads you a book or plays with your hair. 

Occasional kisses on the top of your head. 

Is a softy. 

Lindir:   

to the untrained eye, you and lindir just seem to be good friends but there are signs, though only the people he’s really close to can see the signs. 

He shows you subtle PDA by simple acts of service such as bringing you tea or grabbing something from another room that you may have forgotten. 

If you’re sitting at a table, he’ll occasionally take your hand when he knows no one can see it. 

Once alone however, if you aren’t each others center of attention he gets clingy. 

Pulls you away from what you’re doing so he can have quality time with you. 

Goes from soft and submissive in public to straddling you in the bed while placing kisses over your entire body. Is still gentle with you though. 

Then suddenly, he needs you to baby him and hold him tight. 

Loves to play lay with your hair. 

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His Desires- Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve tells reader how much he wants to be dominated

Word count: 2, 003

“Steve, you don’t have to be embarrassed to share your fantasies with me, in fact I think it’s hot.” You smirk at your boyfriend, biting your lip as you lightly grind into his now covered lap.

You’d just walked in on your boyfriend not just touching himself, but moaning a mix of your name and ‘mistress’ as he humped into the sheets. Walking in on his perfect ass pushed into the air, while his handsome face was pressed into the mattress below, you began to have ideas of your own. If anything, you wanted to continue the fantasy he was having, but he was quick to blush, cover himself and panic out an apology.

“I know, it’s just that I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or you to think I’m weird or anything.” He confessed, looking down to your joined laps as he began to fiddle with the bedsheets beneath him.

“Stevie, darling, I heard you call me ‘mistress’. Is that what you want? Big bad Captain America wants his non-avenger girlfriend to dominate him?” You ask him seductively, grabbing at his hair to force him to look you in the eyes.

“Ye-yeessss-ah, please y/n.” He moaned and hummed at the mix of your roughness with his body but the sweetness of your words.

Humming and smirking at your captain, you began to pick up your grinding again, causing Steve to gasp and moan as he now desperately held onto your hips. Clinging to them, he tried to move you to go faster.

“You be a good boy and tell me all your little fantasies and mistress will make them all come true.” You order the larger man below you, tugging his hair once again to get him to behave.

As your hips stopped their movements, Steve let out a whine at the loss of friction, but being the good boy he is, let go of your hips and looked into your eyes as he began to tell you his desires.

“We-well um, there there’s a lot of new things these days and um… I found out about women, being… dominant to men… i-in the bedroom.” Steve awkwardly explained, his eyes now downcast in embarrassment.

If you were being honest, you’d had similar fantasies yourself. Being able to dominate Captain America himself made you feel so hot. Now with that cute little embarrassed look on his face, you wanted nothing more than to wrap your fingers around his throat and make him beg.

Gently you took his face in your hands and rose his head so he could look in your eyes.

“Don’t be embarrassed, my sweet boy. To be honest with you, Stevie, I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day we met. Every time you rest your head in my lap or cuddle up to me, I just want to hear you begging. You’re such a pretty boy, Stevie and you deserve to be taken care of.”

Steve’s eyes are wide, with a mix of both shock and intrigue. He never thought you’d want him like that and now you’ve confessed you do, he feels like he’s in a dream.

His hands lightly graze along your thigh as they sweetly find your hips, holding them nice and safely.

“The reason I don’t come to the gym with you as often is because I get too hard when I watch you lift weights.” Steve confesses abruptly.

He’s not sure where such a confession came from, but looking in your eyes and hearing your words, he knew he needed to tell you. Hearing such words turned you on so much, and knowing how much you affected him made your confidence skyrocket.

You smirk as you stare deep into his eyes, knowing you could definitely reveal your own little secret.

“Well I’m glad you told me that, Stevie, means I can tell you a secret of my own.” Your smirk widens at his confusion.

“You just close your eyes and mistress will show you.”

When his eyes quickly fell shut, you raced off the bed to your wardrobe, where said secret was hiding.

A couple months ago you had bought a strap on, wanting to have this conversation ages ago, but you just never found the right time. Pulling the unopened box out of its hiding place and placing it on the bed, you watch Steve’s eyes grow with intrigue once again as he takes in what you’re showing him.

“Now we don’t have to go this far if you don’t like, I promise I won’t be offended; but if you want mistress to fuck you, she can.” You explain to him kindly.

“Please! Please fuck me mistress, I need you badly. Please. Please.” He begged you between kisses, as he hurriedly crawled towards you.

Laughing sweetly at his precious pleads, you push him back slightly to look into his eyes.

“Okay, baby boy, be good for mistress and get on all fours with your pretty ass in the air and she’ll get you nice and ready.” You gently command him with a light slap to his ass cheek.

Steve immediately races to meet your command, craving nothing more than to please you and make you happy. Getting the lube from your dresser drawer, you move to stand behind him and admire the view before you.

“You really do have a pretty ass, Stevie.” You compliment as another light spank lands on one cheek and then the other.

“Mmmm thank you, mistress.” Steve moans out, getting excited already from just a couple slaps.

“Good boy.”

Reaching over you open and assemble the strap, ready for later. All the while, Steve sat patiently, keeping his position and staying quiet.

“You’ve been such a good boy waiting for mistress to touch you. Are you ready to open up wide now, baby boy? Get you nice and ready for mistresses cock?” You coo as you gently caress his ass cheek.

“Yes, mistress.” He replies, trying hard to keep his voice steady, your question obviously turning him on.

You simply hum at his reply as you lube up your fingers, getting ready to begin. Gently you apply some extra lube to Steve’s tight hole, the cool gel causing him to jump slightly.

“It’s okay, Stevie. Mistress is gonna put a finger in now. Are you ready for her?” You ask soothingly.

“Yes mistress, please, I need you inside me.” He excitingly pleads, pushing his ass back slightly.

“Okay, sweet boy.” You simply reply, gently entering one finger.

Once that single finger was all the way in, you begin to move it around slightly, gently pushing it back and forth. Steve was barely even stretched and he already felt amazing, light little moans leaving his lips as he tried not to plead or push back. A loud gasp and moan leaves his perfect lips as you gently graze his prostrate.

“Are you ready for another finger, Stevie?” You ask soothingly and seductively.

“Yeess, pleassse.” He confirms with a drawn out moan.

You continued like this for a while, adding a finger, moving it around and stretching him, wanting to make sure he was well and truly ready to be fucked. By the time you could comfortably move three fingers in and out of him, Steve was a moaning mess. He wanted to be good for you and not move his hips too much, but by the way you were playing with him so perfectly, he couldn’t help but push back onto you and hump into your hand.

“Okay, my sweet boy, seems like you’re nice and ready. Would you like to take mistresses cock now?” You bend over to whisper sweetly in his ear.

“Please, mistress! I need your cock!” He loudly pleads, so desperate to be filled and fucked by you.

Smirking at his pleas, you gently remove your fingers and put on the strap. Once it’s on properly and thoroughly lubed up, you line yourself up with his entrance.

“Nice deep breaths for me, sweet boy. Gonna fuck you so hard and I don’t want to hurt you.” You gently remind him as you begin to push inside him.

He listens well as he breathes deeply. His breathing relaxes him, until you’re all the way inside him and your hips meet his ass.

“Mhmmm, well done, Stevie. Took all of mistresses cock inside your tight little hole. You’re such a little cock whore for me, aren’t you? You just want to be fucked by my cock. Who would have thought, the great Captain America likes cock up his ass this much?” You begin to tease him as your thrusts pick up speed.

“Yeeessss, mistress! I love your cock! I need it so bad! Please fuck me harder!” He loudly pleads, desperately bucking into you now.

A harsh hand slaps down onto his ass cheek, as the other tightly grips his strong hip.

“Keep your hips still, you little whore! Keep moving your hips like that and mistress won’t bother to fuck you.” You threaten as another harsh blow lands.

“Yes, mistress! Sorry, mistress!” He loudly apologises, pushing his ass out slightly but now keeping still.

Smiling at his obedience, your other hand now also grips tightly onto his other hip. Silence hangs in the air as he waits patiently and anxiously for you to begin.

Before Steve can meekly question your stillness, you begin move your hips and thrust into him roughly and fast. The brutal pace you set turns the super soldier behind you into nothing more than a sweating and moaning mess. Your nails dig harshly into his hips as you roughly move his hips with your thrusts, commanding his movements to work with your own, simply using him as a way to have power.

With one hand off of his hip, you reach around to his aching cock. Even your light strokes cause Steve to bellow out another loud moan.

“Fuck you really are just a little cock whore, aren’t you, Captain? Filled with mistresses cock and wanting nothing more than to be filled and fucked.” You continue to torment him as your hand leaves his hard cock.

Steve whines from the lack of contact on his cock, which earns him another harsh blow.

“You little whore, whining about mistress not touching his cock? Well why don’t you take care of it Stevie? Keep touching yourself like you were before. Hump into the bed like a desperate little whore while mistress fucks you.” You harshly command.

“Yes, mistress! Thank you, mistress!” He moans out as he begins to manoeuvre his hips to press into the mattress.

Somehow Steve’s moans become even louder as he humps desperately into the mattress below. Knowing he was close to his release, you roughly grab at his hair and pull his face closer to yours.

“You better not cum without my permission, otherwise I will punish you.” You harshly threaten the quaking man beneath you, as you push his head back into the mattress.

“Can I cum mistress? Please! Please let me cum! I need it so badly!” Steve loudly and desperately cries out, tears now forming in his closed eyes.

“Cum for me. Cum all over the sheets like the dirty whore you are.” You command with a few more harsh thrusts.

Those thrusts and your word is all it takes before Steve is screaming out a long and desperate moan, as his cum covers the bedsheets and his stomach.

At his release, your grip on him loosens considerably and your thrusts become more shallow. He continues to thrust into the mattress after his release, riding out his high.

Gently you removed the strap from Steve and took it off, placing it on your desk for now. Moving over to Steve, you sit on the bed and gently take his face in your hands.

“How do you feel, baby?” You ask him gently, rubbing your finger across his cheek.

“Real good.” He stupidly smirks with his eyes closed.

“Okay, baby, let’s get you nice and cleaned up.”

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Naughty Captain

PAIRING | sub!Steve x dom!reader

SUMMARY | Your Stevie decided to break your rules and now he's going to get punished.

WARNINGS | 18+ MDNI! smut, porn w/o plot, use of toy, cockring, orgasm denial, captain kink, mommy kink, handjob

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He knew he shouldn't have done it. He knew there were cameras all over the house. He knew you could see him fucking his fleshlight. He'd bought it without your permission, he saw it in a video on pornhub and wanted it. He saw how the man was a moaning mess and how fast he came and Steve wanted it. He needed it. He promised to himself that it would be the only thing he'd buy behind your back. He just wanted to try it. So he did.

You came home from work ready to confront Steve when you had the brilliant idea to take him out and use the vibrating cockring on him while out in public.

"Stevie, come here now!" Steve came strutting into the living room you two share.

"Yes?" He said with fake innocence.

"Get in the goddamm bedroom now damnit," you yelled angrily. He ran upstairs to the bedroom with you walking behind.

Now that you're in your shared bedroom, you've asked Steve to pull his pants down.

"What are you doing mommy?"

"Cockring."

"NO PLEASE NO, I HATE IT!"

"Too bad captain, you chose to touch yourself, use a fleshlight, one that I didn't even buy, and now you're gonna get punished for it," You said while kneeling and putting the vibrating cockring on your husband. You made sure to jerk him a few times before to make him hard.

"Now pull your pants up and get in the car we're going to the mall."

After getting in the car, you turned the vibrations to the lowest setting. You even made him drive to be mean. Fuck, he just wanted to pull over and cum. He doesn't regret buying the fleshlight though he's glad he bought it. He loved risky stuff in public.

When you arrived at the mall, your first shop, you hit, was Victoria Secret. You wanted to tease your poor Stevie.

"Stevie, go pick out mommy some lingerie please. I'll be in the second dressing room waiting," you said as you turned the vibrations up.

"Fuc- yes, mommy."

Steve walked in on you being naked already.

"Oh and captain, you're buying all of these since you wanna spend your money, of course."

"I picked out some of the Valentine's collection mommy."

The first thing you picked out from his selection was a black corset with sheer sleeves with pink and red embroidered hearts on them with matching bottoms.

"Fuck, mommy I love it."

"You did good captain," you said as you turned the vibrations half way up.

"Fuck- mommy please can I cum? Please?."

"Stay quiet captain."

He managed not to cum through you trying on your lingerie.

After you Stevie bought the lingerie you had turned the vibrations lower to make sure he wouldn't cum.

Next stop Build-A-Bear.

All you wanted was was a regular bear dressed as your little Stevie.

"Come here captain I want you to pick between the dark and the light brown bear."

"The lighter bear."

You turned the vibrations up because he picked the right choice.

"Good job Stevie. You're doing good for me, now let's pick an outfit."

"Black widow, Thor, or You?"

"Black widow is so hot but I'll pick me."

"Good I agree... with both."

Again you turned the vibrations up even higher.

"Mommy I really need to cum, fuck," Steve whimpered quietly.

"We're almost finished captain, just need to buy the bear."

As soon as you payed, Steve sprinted to the doors out to your 1949 mercury.

You decided to drive this time, you were finally gonna let your poor little captain cum.

"Ok, captain, pull your cock out."

He pulled his cock out as fast as he could. His cock was dripping precum an very red especially the tip.

You finally turned the vibrations up all the way while violently jerking him off with your right hand. You didn't even bother leaving the damn parking lot. You started jerking him off with your left hand while rubbing the palm of you hand on his tip.

"FUCK IM GONNA CUM! MOMMY 'M GONNA CUM!"

"Cum captain."

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck mommy."

He came all over your hands and the seat. He couldn't stop trusting into your hand.

"Thank you mommy."

You wiped him and yourself off and started driving off.

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And They Were Roommates

Summary: You catch your roommate, Marc, having some private time, and it's only when he comes at the sight of you that something inside you is released.

Rating: nsfw, smut

Warnings/Content: Friends to lovers? Male masturbation, fluffy/soft sex, Marc being insecure at first cuz he hasn't had his chode ridden in a while, some nipple play (f receiving), protected sex (pill), mention of female masturbation, p in v, breeding if you squint, creampie, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).

Word count: 2,275

A/N: Uhmmmm so i accidentally posted this too early, so if you see it please reblog so it reaches others! Thankyouuuu

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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Marc Spector had always found himself to be a very private man. You're lucky to have even gotten a glimpse at his phone that one time, given how precisely he guards what little personal belongings he has and hides his emotions behind a stone-cold glare.

That's why he always waits for you to go out before he touches himself.

He'd gotten into the habit of it after realizing the wall dividing your bedrooms is so paper thin that he could hear every word the character was saying on whatever show you'd been watching at the time.

The anticipation; the waiting was always the worst. You'd take your sweet sweet time getting ready and checking your shopping list, only to forget something and come back 2 minutes later; luckily, he'd gotten used to that part too. Though, as much as he pretended he hated it, he actually found it quite endearing; a little quirk of yours that made you so fucking adorable to him.

“I'll be back in an hour!” Marc hears your voice echo through the hall, simply responding with a grunt that was somewhere along the lines of ‘alright’. He hears that first front door slam and waits a couple of minutes, before excitedly scrambling to his bedroom, cock already twitching at the prospect of release.

He'd had a particularly hard few days (pun intended), and with you deciding you didn't want to venture out, he was left to let his mind wander, only to blueball-ball himself in the process.

He's quick to grab his earphones and settle down comfortably in his bed, pulling his t-shirt off swiftly and practically ripping his jeans off. It doesn't take long before he's got his cock in hand, fisting his throbbing length harshly as girly moans fill his ears and do wonders for his imagination.

Oh, how he tries not to think about you. He knows It's creepy, and he knows that if you found out you'd probably kick him out with nothing but the clothes on his back, but it's so hard. His thumb swipes over the tip, collecting the beads of precum and spreading it over himself.

You're always so perfect, so gorgeous. The sun always seems to land on your face beautifully and illuminate each of your features. He twists his hand expertly and pulls a string of breathy gasps from his chest as he squeezes the tip.

The way you walk through the living room in just a towel, dripping wet; it's almost like you're tempting him.

He's now frantically thrusting into his hand at the image in his mind, low moans and growls escaping through his gritted teeth as his head tilts back and the tendons in his neck bulge at the stretch. That coil is tightening faster that he can control, his brain foggy with thoughts of you, just you you you. The thoughts are so close that he swears he can hear you calling his name, begging him to ruin your cunt and fill you u–.

A cold feeling runs through his body as his head shoots up, his eyes meeting your shocked gaze. Unfortunately for him, that's exactly what he needed as he's sent tumbling over the edge. Hot white ropes spill from his ruddy tip and splatter across his toned chest, huffed moans and curses falling from his lips as he fucks his hand through his orgasm.

It's only when he finally opens his eyes again that the guilt hits him and he scrambles to pull his boxers back up, trying to put his still throbbing cock away.

“Fuck, I'm so sorry, didn't realise you were there! I- I had my headphones in–.” He pulls them out, trying to wipe the evidence of his sins off of his chest, but your soft hand stops him; yes, you had gotten closer.

You watch as his dark eyes trail up your arm to your face, a cocktail of dread, fear, and… something else, all brewing in his gaze; it makes you want him even more.

“I'm not mad, Marc.”

“Creeped out, then?...”

Your thumb runs over his knuckles, feeling how warm and soft his hands are. “No. I mean, I probably should be, but fuck,” your eyes are drawn to his twitching length fighting against the restraints of his tight boxers. Carefully, you crawl onto the bed, straddling his legs far enough away from his body so he can push you off if he's uncomfortable.

You inch closer to him, “ ‘s this ok?” Hands either side of his thighs, your words are soft and breathy, your eyes gazing at him with a look that is sickeningly sweet.

It makes his head wurl, a tight feeling constricting in his chest as the prettiest girl in the world sits virtually in his lap. “Yes–” his voice breaks, making you chuckle softly. “Yeah, it's more than ok.” His heart feels like it's going to beat out of his chest, and you feel it as you place your hands on his chest to shuffle closer to him.

“You looked so handsome like that, Marc.” You compliment with a smile, leaning in to brush your lips across his and feel him take in a sharp breath. He catches your lips and pecks them with adoration, letting a longer kiss linger on them as you press closer to him still. After a few seconds, he moves his hands to rest on your waist, one running up your back to cup the back of your head as he runs his tongue along the seam of your mouth, and you happily oblige.

Months worth of feelings are poured into the kiss, both of you slowly and softly lapping and sucking at each other's lips before you dissolve into panting messes, biting and licking fiercely as if trying to eat each other whole.

“God damn, Spector, you're a great kisser,” you giggle softly, pulling from his lips to appreciate the shiny and red mess you'd made of him. A familiar growl rumbles in his chest, one that you'd learnt was an appreciative noise rather than something to be put off by.

“You can talk, y'know. You're not gonna scare me off.”

Briefly, you see insecurity paint across his face. It's something that you'd never seen before, a small crack in the otherwise solid structure of his frigid expression. On instinct, you brush his curls from his forehead and cup his cheeks, “I trust you, Marc, it's ok. I'm not here to judge you.”

His shoulders seem to relax as he nods a little, “I'm sorry. I don't do this often, if you hadn't noticed.”

You laugh softly and pat his chest, “that's ok, neither do I,” you smile as you sit back on your heels and pull your t-shirt off over your head. You take his hands gently and place them on your breasts, “none of them were you.”

You swear that you see him change in that moment, your words sinking in and his eyes turning hungry. His thumbs run over your hardening nipples as he surges forwards to seize you in another burning kiss that has you hot and breathless this time.

“Jesus, Marc…” a soft whine is pulled from your lips as he glides his lips down and over your neck, focusing on the pulse point below your jaw by nibbling and sucking softly. He's surprisingly quick at unclasping your bra, and he pulls away a little to admire your body.

“Shit, you're gorgeous,” he mumbles, thumbs running underneath your boobs before they work up and run across your nipples, making a gasp get caught in your throat. “You always have been gorgeous. I always look at you and think ‘fuck how doesn't she have a boyfriend yet?’”

“ ‘Cause I've been waiting to fuck my roommate…” You chuckle softly, feeling him chuckle too as his head dips to your chest and he takes your nipple into his mouth, tongue sliding over and swirling around the hard bud in a way that leaves you grinding against his thigh. Suddenly, your jeans feel so restricting, like they're choking you, stopping you from appreciating any pleasure that Marc offers you, which is why you're quick to unbutton them and slip them off… All while your roommate sucks on your tits.

“God. Do you know how many times I've touched myself hoping you’d catch me?” Your words are breathless as your body rolls against his mouth and a pleased noise from the man reverberates over your nipple. “Left my door open just a crack in hopes my moans would grab your attention, and you'd come and fuck me right…”

He audibly groans at that, pulling away to look at you again while his hands travel to your waistband.

”You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear that.”

He hungrily pulls your underwear down your thighs and off with his own following soon after, leaving you both naked and messily grinding against each other as you're caught up in yet another kiss.

You glance down eventually, being treated with the glorious sight of his thick cock throbbing and spilling pre-cum… Or maybe it's cum from his previous orgasm, either way it makes you clench your toes.

“It's bigger when I'm this close,” a nervous chuckle leaves your lips.

“I know, I know. That's also why I don't fuck much.” He laughs breathily and grips his length at the base, running it between your sopping folds and circling your clit perfectly. You grind down on his tip with a moan and pant.

“We don't have too, if you don't want to.” He reminds softly, pressing a few more kisses on your jaw, but you're quick to shake your head and grip his shoulders, “I need you inside me, Marc. Needed it since the day i fucking met you.”

You certainly don't have to tell him twice.

He's sinking inside you before you can even process his tip probing your hole. It's such a delicious stretch, one that spreads throughout your body and along your nerves. You sink down on him further, wanting to sheath him inside you whole.

You'd like to think that Marc knows you're on birth control, given the endless packets and the way you often rant to him about the imperfections of the drug. You're hoping he knows this, because you're hoping he cums inside you.

“Fucking hell Marc, shit…” You pant softly and look down between your bodies, your hands holding onto his shoulders As he grips your waist and guides you; down down down till you're sat in his lap.

You feel so full like that, and honestly you could probably just roll your hips and cum right there, but it's not long before your roommate is lifting you off of himself just to impale you once again. A rush of pleasure runs through your veins and makes your cunt clench around the girth, both of you groaning as you capture his lips again.

“Dammit… you're lucky you're hot, or I would've kicked you out–ah- for being a creep–”

“You were the one watching me stroke my fucking cock. You liked it deep down.” The man growls on your lips, making a whimper rise in your throat as you nod a little, dumbly. His breath is hot on your lips, each of your moans being swallowed by laboured gasps from the other as his hips rock up.

Although the pace isn't fast, you already feel wrecked. The stretch is so fucking good, and the way he hits your sweet spot everytime has you weak at the knees for this man, your groans turning into gasps and drawn out moans.

“M-arc, honey, I'm not gonna last much longer…” You whine pathetically, but this only makes him move faster, now bringing you down on his cock as he thrusts up harshly and sends waves of pleasure through you as he does so. “That's it, baby. Wanna feel you cum All over my cock; cum all over your roommate's cock… shit, you're so filthy, sweetheart.”

His words have your nails digging into his shoulders, your thighs burning as they finally give up and you let Marc use you, use your cunt for his own damn pleasure. The whole idea has you arching your back, and finally, with your shaky fingers circling your clit, you go crashing over that edge. Your thighs instantly clench together as whorish moans are pulled from your lungs and fill the room, ecstasy washing over you in waves and taking you to a place that you didn't even know existed, not until Marc.

Your clenching cunt is what finishes Marc off, that and the beautiful sounds you make as you come. Your walls milk him dry, taking every drop from him and more as he fills your cunt with that delicious warmth.

You sink back down on him finally and practically collapse into his chest, your arms wrapping around His torso tightly as you try and catch your breath.

The warmth that spreads through Marc's heart in that moment is almost unbearable. It's a feeling he's wanted for a long time, one that he doesn't even know how long will last, but he's sure as hell is not gonna waste it worrying.

You feel his large arms wrap around you tightly, a kiss placed on your shoulder, and then his warm breath sending goosebumps over the back of your neck as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Never took you as a cuddler, Marc Spector.” You mumble softly into his chest, listening to the rhythmic thump of his heart as it slows to a comforting pace.

“I'm full of surprises, sweetheart.”

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Would you mind doing some headcanons with the hobbits with a human reader who insists on having them on top so she doesn't crush them by accident? (However you want to interpret that is up to you 😅)

I don’t do requests but this sounds amazing!

All I can think of is Merry and Pippin being like “do it! Crush me!” 😂😂💖💖

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Sleepless Nights ⋆.˚ ⭒₊ .

For those out there struggling to sleep, I present to you...

Synopsis:

An elf from Rivendell, you eagerly joined the fellowship. However, many harrowing months into your journey, you constantly find yourself struggling to sleep.

Maybe a confession and a certain blond elf can help soothe your insomnia...

Legolas x gender-neutral elf!reader

No use of y/n

Prequel to Romantic Inclinations, but can also be read as a one-shot

Want to feel truly immersed? Listen while you read Encampment | Forest Sounds 

Content Warnings:

Spice scale: it’s spicy…but like it could also be spicier

Intimate physical touch + allusions to more

Word Count:

1.5k words

Translation Dictionary:

Meleth Nín = My Love

Mellon Nín = My friend

Aman = Blessed Land

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

On tumultuous nights in which Legolas would undertake watch, the Fellowship and seemingly the entire forest would fall into a deep, weary slumber. Despite dozing constantly during your trek across the foothills, much to Gimli's envy, when day finally welcomed the night your worries continued plaguing your mind. You had laid staring up at the stars, knowing exactly which ones would lead you home to Rivendell. Despite the stick digging into your shoulders, it wasn't the thought of a snug bed and safe fire that tempted you, but rather those that you'd left behind. Before you joined the fellowship, there had been whispers of exodus. In the moment you had been hungry for adventure, ignoring the signs, but what if you'd made a mistake? You couldn't help but picture your kin sailing to the Grey Havens, escaping the torment that kept you from a good night's rest.

"Having trouble?" a kindly voice whispered. You briskly shot up, turning towards the source.

He sat back to a tree, vigilantly carving away at a piece of wood with his dagger. Despite your weapons lying comfortably around you; daggers by your ankle and spear by your side, Legolas's bow and quiver remained strapped to his back.

"Well that can't be comfortable," you teased, imagining the feel of a bow poking into your back. Suddenly you felt better about the stick.

"I could say the same thing about your arrangement," his head pointed towards your spot on the floor, eyes transfixed on his work.

"Hm, touché," you smirked, a pleasant silence falling between you.

The woods were immensely calm; the stridulation of insects a harmonious melody drowned out by a singular frog and its stark croak. The tranquility reflected in your companions, whose soft huffs of air you could hear below the crackling of the firewood. Maybe it was your expansive hearing that kept you from a restful sleep. You suddenly couldn't help but envy your newfound friends. Your thoughts were interrupted by the carving of wood as Legolas began to struggle with a corner, sawing forcefully at the bark.

"And what, exactly, are you making at this ungodly hour?" You stared at him with the corner of your eye, feigning annoyance.

"Wouldn't you like to know," the sawing continued.

"Mhm, what an astute observation" you mocked, standing and taking your place next to him, letting your head rest against the tree's homely bark.

After only a few weeks spent together you and Legolas had become settled in each other's presence. Through all of your teasing, you found it incredibly difficult to find anything about him to dislike. This unnerved you in a way, that is, how effortlessly you felt yourself falling for the princeling.

The silence returned once more, but the sawing had halted. You turned your head, finding Legolas already staring at you. His eyes were fawn-like and the tips of his ears began turning pink. Despite his curious embarrassment at being caught, he didn't shy away.

"What's on your mind?" you can feel your cheeks blossoming as the question leaves your mouth, your effort to prevent the blush only making it worse.

"How about you tell me what's keeping you from a good-night's rest," his eyes shone with genuine concern as he returned to his work. You felt the tension loosening, your playful demeanor returning once more.

"And what do I get for revealing such a thing, Prince?" You crossed your arms as if it could shield your fluttering heart.

"Whatever you want," the string was being pulled tighter once more.

You tried to keep your composure, confused as to how he was flustering you so.

"How about...you tell me what you're carving and why?" His eyes seemed to widen nervously at your proposal, only adding to your curiosity.

"Hmph, deal," he reached out his hand, and you leisurely reached your hand out. His handshake was gentle and his palms sweaty.

"But earnestly, mellon nín, what is plaguing you?" he said softer than before, suddenly aware of the others sleeping around the fire.

A sigh escaped your chest before you even registered it. You never told anyone about your troubles, and yet somehow it felt natural with Legolas. You weren't sure how much to say.

"I just...haven't found my sleep to be restful. Not since we left-," you swallowed hard.

You glanced at him as you attempted to compose yourself, expecting him to encourage you with his words. But he sat silently, knowing present in the depth of his stare.

He silently nodded, urging you to continue speaking.

You continued.

"When we first left, I had no hesitancy. And yet, as we continue, both our struggles here and those at home...trouble me," a breath enters your lungs. "I anticipated that this journey would be difficult, yes, but not impossible. The latter grows more apparent every day," you worried as to his response, and suddenly you found the ground to be rather intriguing. You began sifting the dirt through your fingers, soothing yourself as your cheeks turned red in shame. It was unlike you, let alone any elf, to be so vulnerable with another.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder; urging you to look up. Legolas's face came into view, eyes soft and glowing with firelight.

"I'm glad I am not the only one who feels this uncertainty," he smirked, though his eyes appeared more sorrowful than anything. You breathed a sigh of relief, shoulders relaxing all at once.

"We're not meant to lose hope at the prospect of another day not appearing before us-" He halted himself.

"-But, if it's any consolation, I'm glad my last day would be spent amongst all of these wonderful individuals," you chuckled at his words, fighting back a tear. "And if I could visit Aman with anyone...," he paused, seeming to collect his thoughts.

"...I would want it to be with you," his eyes lingered on your face, his demeanor more nervous than you had ever witnessed.

He searched your face for any sign. Disdain, perhaps? Or maybe acceptance.

Your breathing hitched as his eyes dipped down to your lips. Your arms could no longer muffle the sound of your hammering heart.

You were suddenly made aware of the hand on your shoulder, the way Legolas's hair seemed to burn more so than glow, the way his eyes sparkled with moonlight as they looked at you with the reverence of a thousand worshippers.

"Seems we have the same wish," you said quietly. Your words lingered as neither of you moved. Legolas sat motionless, not wanting to back away...or overstep.

You noticed.

Raising your hand to his cheek, you steadily moved your face closer to his. Your lips lingered over his for a second, before you moved back slightly; glimpsing into his eyes, searching for permission, before returning fluidly to his lips.

His lips encompassed your bottom lip gently, before pulling back to look at you. Your heart fluttered as he peered at you with an indescribable sense of wonder; impressing a sense of fey upon him. A smirk appeared on his face as he leaned back into your chest, his lips smashing against yours.

You could feel the string in your heart snap, all semblance of control leaving your body.

His arms wound around the back of your neck, and without a thought you moved your legs around his waist; straddling him as his back was pressed against the tree.

A small grunt escaped his lips as your hips gently made contact with his, the angles of his face sharp beneath your calloused fingertips. He gently pried your hands from his face as his lips trailed down your cheek,

then your jawline-

and then to your barely exposed neck.

You let out an audible gasp as his teeth gently bit into your skin, your hands finding their place in his hair. Legolas began shifting his hips, a pleasurable moan escaping your lips.

"SHHH," the sound emanated from the campfire.

His face leapt away from your neck, searching for the source.

Your hand covered your mouth as you fought back a roaring bout of laughter. Legolas's face was blooming as he held his breath.

Had they heard you? If Gimli had spotted the two of you neither of you would hear the end of it.

You both waited for a moment, searching for any sign of movement amongst your supposedly slumbering friends.

You couldn't believe what just happened. Next time, you resolved to find a more private location.

You let out a sigh, slumping into his chest; arms wounding around his neck as his arms found their way around your waist.

"So...who taught you that," you whispered, giggling to yourself at the thought of his lips on your neck...the claim his teeth had made on your skin.

"A certain, close source, that I shall not divulge," his hot breath lingered on your ear, his voice coarse.

"Hm, so that's how Arwen got those marks,"

"I hope you don't mind, meleth nín,"

"Not in the slightest-" you pulled back slightly, forehead resting against his.

"-I shall wear it like a badge of honor," you kissed him on the forehead.

A certain twinkle shone in Legolas's eyes as he leaned in to kiss the bite mark with enough gentleness to make you cry yet again.

"I think we may awaken the entire forest if we continue," a blush formed on your cheeks.

"Let's get some rest then," he smiled, his cheeks painted crimson at the thought.

You stood slightly, unwinding your legs from his hips. You slid to the floor, resting your head on his now outstretched legs. Without a word, he grabbed the blanket from his side, placing it around your drowsy form.

Legolas began to hum an unfamiliar tune, fingers making lazy strokes across your face. All you could hear was his steady heartbeat and voice, drowning out all else.

Your heart swelled with warmth as you fell asleep in Legolas's arms for the first time.

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If you have any criticisms or requests please send them my way! Have a restful day/evening <3

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Omg of course you can do something with the idea if you want! I don't mind at all and the fact you liked the idea so much makes me so happy💕

And I'm also fine with being called girl in like a gender neutral way yk like the same way people say guys to refer to everyone sometimes, so no worries with that either!

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YEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWW with permission then I present.......

A Failure of Words- Haldir x GN!Reader

Warnings: brief implication of past trauma, GOOFY ELF CONTENT 😌🤙🏻

“What are you going to do, then, shoot it down?”

And you had laughed at that. Was it really so funny? Complaining about a cloud and his brother suggests firing an arrow at it? Haldir scoffed. Surely your giggling was only to respond politely to their inane humor.

You had been excelling in your target practice of late, your skills with a bow increasing thanks to Haldir as much as his brothers, while Rúmil and Orophin were more to thank for your progress in Elvish. Necessity, of course, as he was the only one with any skills in Common, something you had initially bonded over. Yet somehow your simple bond with his brothers seemed...different. Had Haldir himself ever made you laugh so? Had he ever tried?

"Come, now," Orophin addressed you by name, "hit three more targets and we'll show you that old painting of our beloved Haldir!"

Grinning, you took up your weapon again, stretching some exertion from your muscles before you followed the others' motions toward the next dangling piece of chipped wood. Rolling his eyes, Haldir followed.

~

Rúmil struggled several times to pick up the roll he'd dropped, and upon final success at lifting it he thrashed about as if the thing was fighting back. Again you laughed, a hand falling to the table you sat at.

"My father used to do that too- it's as if you knew! I had no idea you two were so funny. I suppose Haldir is the serious one," you teased, gaze shifting to the eldest brother.

All this time he'd thought of them as the ridiculous ones more than himself an outlier. They had not been promoted, neither had bothered to learn the common tongue, both preferred an aimless life in the trees to the ambitions of the world, protection of what they held dear. Not that they couldn't fight, but... Was Haldir himself the outcast? Heart sinking, he gazed around the table, taking in how easily conversation flowed between you and his brothers. Like the breeze. Haldir was the one who had accepted you when you first came to Lothlórien as a refugee, fought for an outsider to stay despite his usual prejudices. The torture you'd had to endure at the hands of your captors made him sick to even imagine, and fortuitously Galadriel had agreed.

He was the only one who truly knew your secrets, and so he had desired to be the first to truly make you smile again; now, it seemed, his brothers had robbed him of that, forced him back into his station as "the serious one". Worst of all, perhaps not the one who would hold your heart.

Instant it was not, but the elf had found himself falling for you more and more during his time as your guide. Watching your wonder as you were led higher and higher into the sun-soaked trees, chuckling at your confusion when you pronounced and repeated new Elvish words. Seeing you bloom like a sunflower finding its roots once more. Always had he struggled with displays of affection, and perhaps that had cost him more than time. Or else this was another challenge for the captain, a new type of battle to undertake: correcting the many times his words failed him in the face of your fair spirit.

"You might be surprised," he finally spoke, interrupting his own whirlwind of thoughts again to meet your eyes, "you are aware, after all, of how much I taught them."

Rúmil and Orophin's heads both tilted, gazing at their eldest brother with new interest. Newly widening smiles. Knowing ones. An unfortunate side effect he would deal with later. For the time being, there were more pressing matters to deal with.

"Of course I am," you replied, taking a sip from your goblet of water, "Tracking, archery... And surely they would not know so much of your history were it not for you."

"And about the beasts of the land, of course." A breeze blew through his hair as he inhaled, next line at the ready. "After all, my name is Hal-deer."

Groaning, Orophin and Rúmil both simultaneously dropped their heads into their hands, shaking them with great disapproval. Lacking fluency though they may have been, they knew enough to recognize such a play on words, and it was clear they did not like it. Too bad- it wasn't for them.

You? Bursting into laughter, you clapped your hands lightly, head thrown back in amusement that had Haldir grinning widely for the first time in likely far too long.

Still shaking their heads, both younger brothers excused themselves, Orophin practically shoving Rúmil away from the table as they scrambled off to refill their drinkware.

"Never have I heard you make a joke, Haldir! Why now? And why one so-" Words failed you, too, inquiry wholly aborted by a fresh bout of laughter. Well did it convey the rest of your question, however.

Suppressing a wince, Haldir willed his smile to return. Wait, perhaps it looked forced. Was he overthinking this? His brothers would probably say yes.

His brothers. "My brothers...they make you happy in a way I seemingly never can. Perhaps I envied them." His voice emerged as little more than a whisper, eyelids fluttering half-shut as if they could conceal him from your vision.

Your brows furrowed at this. Head giving a faint tilt of confusion, you leaned forward, forced his grey eyes to meet your gaze. "I...I confess I do see your brothers differently," you told him, your own voice shy, "I always wished to think of them like my own brothers."

Heart lightening, Haldir replied, perhaps a bit too readily, "You can."

"No," you shook your head, paused, "well..."

It was your turn to drop your gaze, your posture straightening as you gave a supplying incline of the head, clearly hoping Haldir followed.

He did. Did he? Jaw dropping slightly, he reached out a tentative hand, saw that you did not flinch. Lifting up your gaze gently by your chin, Haldir spoke again.

"That you may wish as well, for though my words have failed me again and again it is the very same in my heart. It vexed me not being the one to make you smile, to win you over, when your name had been so inscribed upon my heart. But if you'll have the serious one, he shall have you."

Your answer came in the form of a kiss that had his heart soaring, one a bit too quick for Haldir's liking, but he quite literally had all the time in the world if he wished. He could wait. For once, his words had not failed him.

"Again and again, my Hal-dear," you replied with a devilish grin.

The golden-haired elf let his own face fall into his hand at that one. "I'll not be forgetting that one anytime soon, will I?"

As fate would have it, Rúmil and Orophin designated that moment to return, whooping as they set their goblets back down, clearly having spied upon him through some curtain or another as they often had in their youth.

"Not in the slightest," they answered for you, voices perfectly synchronized.

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