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mimilind · 7 months

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Stranger of the Falls - Bonus - Explicit

Pairing: Boromir x Reader

Rating: E

Chapter Word Count: 1900

Parts: [ < Previous Part ] [ Masterlist ]

Full story: [ AO3 ]

This is a bonus chapter for a longer fic but can also be read as a one-shot. Boromir survived the orc attack thanks to you. Tonight he shows his gratitude… physically. ;)

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8. Love

Boromir’s lips were soft, the kiss tender. His scent overwhelmed you.

He was taking his time. Slowly exploring you, tasting you. His tongue tickled the seam of your lips and you let it in.

Again it struck you how respectful he was, how he held back. You knew there was something wild and passionate in him; you had seen it when he fought. He wouldn’t let that side of him loose until you were ready. Until you invited it.

He had been cupping your face in his hands, now he slid them down to your neck. Stroking the skin under your ears with his thumbs.

You buried a hand in his hair, combing through it with your fingers. He hummed deep in his throat and slanted his head to kiss you even closer. His tongue swirled around yours.

The intimate kiss did things to you. It woke something up that you had never felt before.

You knew of course what couples did together at night in their beds; you were a healer after all. But you had never felt a need to engage in such activities yourself.

Until now.

Kissing like this made you want to touch his bare skin. See him naked – and show yourself naked, too. Letting him look at you with eyes full of desire.

You wanted to feel his hands on your body. You wanted to feel him inside you.

Still with one hand in his hair, you lifted his tunic to slide the other one under it. You surveyed the landscape of his back and chest, both familiar and foreign. You had seen it many times, touched it to apply ointment or change the bandages. This was very different.

The hairs on his chest tickled your palm. Again you longed to see it. You knew how beautiful he was, how well sculpted and perfect in every way, and now you would finally be able to look to your heart’s content.

“Take it off,” you mumbled against his mouth.

He moaned and the kiss became more intense. His tongue no longer hesitated; he bore it into you, and his hands around your neck pressed harder.

You were glimpsing the untamed fire beneath his self-control.

He made a pause to pull his tunic and shirt off, tossing them away without caring where they ended up. “You also,” he urged. His eyes were heated, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.

You obeyed.

His eyes trailed over your exposed chest. You let yours do the same with his.

Vána help you, he was so attractive. His body achingly beautiful. You would never get tired of looking at his husky form, all muscle and sinews.

His lips parted, a breath of air escaping them. “Magnificent…”

“No more than you.”

He caught your hands, pulling you to him to resume the kiss. Your lips were raw but you hardly noticed it. You kissed him back with a fervor you did not know you had in you.

He leaned back in the grass, drawing you with him. Your bodies pressed close together, skin against skin, and your legs intertwined. You knew what the hardness was that you felt. You wanted it even closer.

You slid your hand along his arm, feeling the muscles flex as he moved, both thrilled and excited at knowing how much stronger he was. He could break your arm with hardly any effort.

He explored your body in a similar way, as if learning every curve and every ridge. He found your sensitive nipples and rubbed them.

A burning ache erupted in your core. You pressed yourself against his hardness, moaning with need and longing.

He broke the kiss, allowing both of you to catch your breath. Instead he planted heated kisses along your neck.

He reached a nipple and sucked it, producing another throaty moan from you.

You raised yourself on an elbow so you could follow his example. As you trailed kissed over his flat chest, you reveled in the salty taste, filling your nostrils with his masculine scent. His nipple was hard under your tongue. You rolled it between your lips, giving it a light nip.

He groaned and slid his hands up your thighs, pressing you down on his hardness.

Turning you over on your back, he lay over you, resting part of his weight on his good arm. He covered your form entirely with his bulky mass.

You loved how small he made you feel. You loved to feel safe and protected.

His lips found yours and now you knew he no longer held back. His passion drove you along with him and you lost yourself in the moment.

Then it was as if he momentarily woke up. He sat back a bit, chest heaving, his hair disheveled. “Do you want this? We do not have to–”

“I do.” You tried to pull him back down, but of course he wasn’t easy to budge.

He smiled lopsidedly. “I do too. But not this way.”

“Boromir!” You frowned at him. He had made you completely unraveled and now he expected you to stop?

“It is becoming cold and the ground is hard. Beds are an excellent invention.” His smile widened. “But I must say, right now you look glorious, and I would love nothing more than tearing those last garments off and take you right here.”

Your mouth went dry. “I would not say no to that.”

But he was stoic, as always. Soon you were dressed again and heading back. Your tempo was a lot quicker than on the way out, and the last part you almost ran.

You slunk into your house, and for once you latched the door.

“At last,” he exclaimed, taking you in his arms and actually picking you up, carrying you the few steps to the bed.

“Boromir!” you scolded. “Think of your injury.”

“Tonight I very much prefer not to.” He stripped you of your clothes, again exposing your torso, and ridding himself of his own garments too. “Now, where were we?”

You had to admit your wide bed was a lot more comfortable than the riverside, and having him lay beside you felt familiar. You had missed having him there.

Then you resumed where you left off, and in a strange way the brief break had made your senses heighten. When Boromir kissed you with ill-restrained ardor it felt like the first time all over again.

Only this time you were less patient.

“Undress,” you begged.

You did not need to ask twice; he shrugged out of his pants and underwear, unabashedly exposing his length to your curious eyes.

Seeing the size of him, your curiosity briefly turned into anxiety.

But then you got other things to think about. He caught hold of your last garments, slowly sliding them off, his eyes all but eating your body with every exposed inch. He did not say anything when he saw you but his expression spoke all the more.

He swallowed.

Almost shyly, he trailed his hand nearer. Meeting your eyes with a question in his own.

“Touch me,” you whispered.

He did. His rough fingers were surprisingly gentle as he slowly explored your most intimate parts. Finding your sensitive spots, figuring out what you enjoyed, listening intently to your soft moans and hums of approval.

Moisture leaked from you as your arousal grew.

His fingers became slick with it, and it felt so good. You repeatedly forgot to breathe.

He eased his fingertip into you. Your heartbeat roared in your ears. It was big, but not too big. It felt so different, yet unbearably good. You had needed this without even knowing it.

Slowly he came deeper, and then withdrew, the slickness from you making his finger slide along your walls.

You would never cease to be amazed by his gentleness. How he, the large, strong warrior, could be so careful and restrained.

Still lingering inside you, he used his other hand to stroke you on the outside. Fleetingly you reflected that you were grateful he had enough mobility in his right hand to do that.

But then he began to move his finger in and out, still stroking your most sensitive area, and you could not think about anything but how unbearably good it felt. Your attention turned inward as you felt something build up. A knot of lust, a bubble on the verge of bursting.

Steadily he pressed deeper, probing, exploring, finding more sensitive spots on the inside.

“Please,” you mumbled hoarsely. “I want you. All of you. In me…” You did not even have words to express what you needed but he understood.

He spread your legs so he could lie between them, angling himself until he could press the tip in.

You winced. It did not hurt but there was a strange stretching feeling.

He held his stance, looking imploringly at you. His chest was heaving and you saw a rapid pulse flutter on his neck. Holding still like this wasn’t easy for him.

You moved your hands onto his back, sliding them over his smooth skin. He bent his head down and kissed you, and now with the tip of him buried in you it felt different. He became your whole world, filling all of your senses with his scent, the taste of his tongue, the sound of his fast breathing, his hardness quivering against your tight walls.

He pushed a little deeper and you gasped against his mouth.

When he stopped you urged him on. “More. I need more.”

He obeyed. Slowly, ever so slowly he filled you with his girth. The stretch no longer felt strange, it felt good, you craved it. You raised your hips to take more of him in, pressing yourself against his front.

Sparks of lust shot through you as you did so. Your inner walls clamped down, squeezing him, and he groaned into your mouth.

Your tongues intertwined, and so did your legs. You caressed his back, a bit erratically because it was hard to keep your attention on anything but the hardness within.

He began to move, pulling far out and pushing back, and you raised your hips to meet each thrust. Every time he buried himself to the hilt, a new jolt of pleasure chased through you, making your limbs tremble and your body grow tense.

His pace became rapid, he was losing control. You loved to feel him let go. Allowing his instinct and unbridled lust to take over.

Again and again he plunged into you, again and again you met him. Your body was adapting, welcoming him. You effortlessly took in every glorious inch of him.

What he had started in you when he touched you with his fingers before was building fast a second time, reaching new heights. Raptures of sweet bliss swept through you like a storm.

You could not hold back a low scream as the dam burst and a prolonged series of spasms made you clench around his hardness.

He shook as well, his length pulsating as your release pulled him along.

Exhausted, he sank down beside you. You lay your head on his damp, heaving chest.

“I love you,” he mumbled into your hair.

“I love you more,” you claimed, a smile of giddy happiness plastering itself on your lips.

Not long afterwards you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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kierancaz · 10 months

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Yoooooo anyone got any like super detailed lotr request they want to send in ? I’m getting back into writing after like a MAJOR slump and I kinda wanna write for lotr, I’m not good with vague request tho pls make it super detailed 😅

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 1 month

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🍃Tolkien Masterlist🍃

Smut: 🔥🔥

Fluff: 🌸🌸

Heated Fluff: ⭐️⭐️

Friendly: 🌈🌈

Angst: 🌨️🌨️

💙 Collage

💚 Oneshot

💖 Preference/Headcanon

💜 Quote

💞 Blurb

Aragorn

- Just A Girl 💚🌸

- Waited So Long 💚🔥

Arwen

- Warrior Girlfriend 💙🌸

Bard

- Baker 💙🌸

- Break Stuff 💚⭐️

- Mermaid 💚🌸

Boromir

- Sleepy Reader 💜🌸

- Princess 💖🌸

- Waited So Long 💚🔥

Eomer

- Heart-Shaped Box 💞⭐️

- Queen of Pain 💜⭐️🔥

Fili

- Size 💚🔥

- Loved You Before 💚🌸

- Undressed 💙⭐️

- Elf Princess 💙🌸

Glorfindel

- Chanel 💚🌸

- S&M 💚🔥

- So Tight 💞🔥

Kili

- We Didn’t Start The Fire 💚🌸🌈

- Elf Princess 💙🌸

Legolas

- She Knows It 💚🌈

- Big Girl 💚🌸

- Edge Play 💚🔥

- Tongue Piercing 💚🔥

- Waited So Long 💚🔥

- Sweet Prince 💚🔥

Lindir

- Toys 💚🔥

- Rebellious 💙⭐️

Thorin

- 9 to 5 💚🌸

Thranduil

- Relaxing Day 💙🌸

- NSFW Alphabet 💖🔥

- Old Lady Reader 💖🌸

- Leaving A Party 💙🌸

- A Kingly Tour Guide 💙🌸

- Sleeping Loves 💜🌸

- Jewellery and Paintings 💙🌸

- Breath 💚🔥

- The Kiss 💚🌸

Multiple

- Meeting 1 💖⭐️

- Meeting 2 💖⭐️

- Meeting 3 💖⭐️

- Meeting 4 💖⭐️

- NSFW 1 💖🔥

- NSFW 2 💖🔥

- Lindir x Reader x Glorfindel 💞🔥

- Lindir x Reader x Glorfindel 2 💞🔥

- Favourite Position 💖🔥

- Fairy x Mermaid 💚⭐️

- Elves x Hobbit Women 💞🌸

- Elves Kissing 💖🌸

- Human and Elves 💞🔥

- Love Triangle 💙⭐️

- Kink Alphabet 💖🔥

- Two Lords and a King 💞🔥

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leahsflwer · 10 months

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LOTR preference - You sitting on their lap 🫢

Warnings: Light smut, fluff for some, mentions sexual topics, adult content, ect.

Paring: LOTR characters x reader! (No gender)

Aragorn -

He grew up with no affection so he was confused when you suddenly sat on his lap. All though no matter how panicked he was, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed your back to his chest as you spoke with Gimli. He sweetly smiled and put his chin on your shoulder.

Legolas -

As you all sat around the large table in Rivendell. You finished pointing at parts and sat down thinking it was your seat only to realise it was Legolas. But you just let it be and he just smirked. Definitely flustered on the inside but he feels honoured to have such a gorgeous person on his lap, a large hand of his, on your hip bone as he focused on the plans that Aragorn spoke of.

Boromir -

You sat on his lap straddling him, looking him in the eyes with a soft smile. He took it the opposite way of you however. He enjoyed the feeling of you on his large lap. He raised his glass up at you with a grin and chugged it. Putting the cup down and pulling you closer onto his lap.

“You look beautiful like this, my love.”

Faramir -

As you sat on his lap facing him, it drove him insane. He was trying to tell you about his new poetry but lost all focus on it. He looked at you with a smirk appearing on his sweet lips. His blue eyes looking at you as he took in all your features. You gulped at the feeling of something under you, poking at your area.

“Sorry about that Sweetheart.”

Frodo -

You were taller than him which made it harder for him to look at your face up close. So he gently grabbed your hand so you came down to his level. You smiled at the action and sat on his lap playing with his hair gently. He loved to feeling. Slightly too much with a problem building up downstairs in the Baggin’s pants.

Merry -

He was flustered when you sat on his lap, but he just smiled in return as you told him about your day. He glanced to the side to make sure Pippin wasn’t glaring and ready to tease him, when he saw the other hobbit distracted he grinned at you and cupped your face, kissing you. Smirking as he pulled away and just listening as you continued.

Pippin -

He was staring right at you as you plopped yourself on his lap with you back turned to him. He moved his lips inches away from your neck and whispered to you. Smirking as he saw your ears and cheeks grow a strong shade of red. Feeling proud at his cheeky comment.

“Now don’t be hasty Princess. Unless you want to be sitting on something else of mine”.

Sam -

You gave him a sense of joy the moment you came into his arms. He immediately became soft as you sat on his laps while he sat by the pot cooking. He held onto your waist and continued to mix the pot time to time. Mentioning how some taters would be perfect for such a delicious meal.

Arwen -

She loved attention and felt powerful when you came to sit on her lap. She let her hands slide to your ass and held onto it. Smirking into your shared kiss. Not caring if her father caught you, as she was no longer going to listen to other’s opinions but yours.

Lindir -

When Lindir finally got some time off of working and following Elrond around he was not expecting it to end on your climbing on his lap. He was flustered, yet turned on by the action he was usually focused and mature but he couldn’t help but imagine things as your stunning face was inches from his own.

Pt.2 (post straight after~)

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aphroditesmoon · 2 years

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ෆ masterlist ๑⁠˙

AO3 ACCOUNT for my book ship fanfics

requests: closed 🫶

A/N: there is no guarantee that I will do your request, I write what im comfortable with.

DNI: racists, sexists, homophobes, ableists, pro-israel

fandoms; -house of the dragon, -the last of us(hbo/game), -wednesday(netflix), -lord of the rings(books/movies), -the last kingdom(netflix), -cosmere(brandon sanderson), -narnia(books/movies), -spiderverse(itsv/atsv), - mortal kombat(game), -call of duty modern warfare(game), -percy jackson and the olympians (books and tv series)

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIAN°°°

Clarisse La Rue X Reader

enemies to lovers hcs

(warning: mild violence, kissing )

the look of love, the rush of blood

(warnings: aphrodites daughter!reader, fluff)

back to you

(warnings: ep2 spoilers, protective clarisse)

I like a challenge when the prize is you

(warnings: platonic luke x reader, kissing)

wish you'd tell me

(warnings: oblivious reader, flirty clarisse, kissing, mostly fluff)

cause I love this curse on our house

(warnings: sparring violence, arguing, hurt/comfort, fluff at end)

love letters from the sea to the shore

(warnings: siren reader, slightly ooc clarisse)

lacrymosa part 2

(warnings: in chapter description)

•••

SPIDERVERSE°°°

Gwen Stacy X Reader

first date hcs

(warnings: none, fluff, fem reader)

relationship hcs. fluff hcs 2

(warnings: cursing, fluff, kissing)

lose your faith in me

(warnings: hurt/comfort, curse words, gn reader)

mirrored hearts

(warnings: afab reader, gn terms, spider-person reader, curse words)

love it if we made it

(warnings: curse words, gwen's peter is alive, gn terms, reader described as having long hair)

picture me better

(warnings: none, afab reader, gn terms, flirty gwen, adhd coded reader, fluff)

I'm holding my night in your hands

(warnings: fem!reader, flirty gwen, maybe ooc gwen a bit, overthinker reader, fluff)

see how it shines

(warnings: none, fluff, flirty gwen, fem reader)

heaven

(warnings: angst)

•••

THE LAST OF US°°°

Joel Miller x Reader

running free

(warnings: angst w fluff, mentions of blood)

here with me

(warnings: age gap (reader is 34), fluff)

Tommy Miller X Reader

dating tommy hcs (warnings: nsfw, pregnancy, mentions of gun/shooting)

Tess Servopoulos x Reader

tess x sunshine reader: oneshots/hcs

be sweet to me (warnings: violence/robbery)

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LOTR/ THE HOBBIT°°°

Gigolas (Legolas Greenleaf x Gimli Son Of Gloin)

winterlude

(warnings: none)

sweet creature

(warnings: gore, blood, orcs)

Boromir son of Denethor x Reader

lady of the lake

(warnings: lotr spoiler, physical assault (unintentional)

halfling

(warnings: none)

let time heal

(warnings: wounds, injuries)

Aragorn son of Arathorn X Reader

shrike

(warnings: hurt/comfort ish, mostly fluff, mentioned nudity)

Legolas Greenleaf x Reader

too close

(warnings; nsfw, smut, enemies to lovers, jerk leggy)

•••

WEDNESDAY °°°

Wenclair (wednesday addams x enid sinclair)

afterglow

(warnings: slight angst w fluff ending)

cara mia

(warnings: implications of homophobia)

Wenclair x Reader

dove

(warnings: bullying, outcast reader, gender neutral terms for reader)

like real people do

(warnings: transmasc reader, afab reader, nb pronouns)

cherry pit

(warnings: requested/reader with name)

Xavier Thorpe x Reader

it's you I think of

(warnings: (jealous!xavier, fluff ending)

as strange as it seems

(warnings: none)

how to get out of love

part ii

(warnings: angst, mentions of blood and wounds)

newlyweds hcs

(warnings: slight nsfw, absent parent)

celebrating your birthday with him hcs

(warnings: reader uses he/him pronouns)

Yoko Tanaka x Reader

devil's sweetheart

(warnings: smut, nsfw, minors dni!!, mention of abusive relationship, cheating)

Wednesday Addams x Xavier Thorpe

(coming soon)

•••

THE LAST KINGDOM°°°

Osferth x Reader

from eden

(warnings; smut, nsfw (minors dni!!)

tinderbox of a heart

(warnings: mentions of prostitution and child neglect)

osferth taking care of sick wife reader hcs

(warnings: none)

sweet

(warnings: nsfw, smut (minors dni!!), slight angst, black cat/golden retriever)

Sihtric Kjartansson x Reader

in full bloom

(warnings: pregnant reader, bit gore, s5 spoilers)

•••

HOTD°°°

Jacaerys Velaryon

replaceable

(warnings; angst, minor character deaths)

- part ii

- part iii

- part iv (nsfw!!)

lady of the house of wolves

(warnings - gore, violence, minor character death)

bejeweled

(warnings; nsfw, smut, minors dni!!)

all's blood runs dry but yours

(warnings; blood, nsfw, smut, minors dni!!)

kerosene

(warnings: none yet)

- part ii

- part iii

opal angel

(warnings: none)

jace as your boyfriend (modern!au)

(warnings: smut, minors dni!!)

daughter of whispers

(warnings; none)

delicate

(warnings: THAT decapitation scene)

halloween

(warnings: grief, mentions of death)

reverie

(warnings: social anxiety, nsfw, smut, minors dni!!)

go as a dream

(warnings: none)

out of touch

(warnings: nsfw(minors dni!!), gore, slight angst + fluff

ending)

lotus

(warnings: none)

silver into rain

(warnings: none)

jace with breeding kink hcs

(warnings: nsfw, smut, minors dni!!)

jealous jace

(warnings: none)

andromeda

(warnings: angst w fluff ending)

kill bill

(warnings: jealous!reader)

mended hearts once sewed apart

(warnings: angst w fluff, jacemond has beef)

thoroughfare

(warnings: angst, death)

jace as a daddy's girl hcs

(warnings; none)

moonkissed

(warnings: nsfw, smut (minors dni!!)

tutoring jace modern!au hcs

(warnings:none)

golden

(warnings: slavery, mentions of SA)

part 2 part 3 part4

sweetest thing on this side of heaven

(warnings: none)

stuck on a puzzle

(warnings: bit angst, all characters r aged up)

heavy is the crown

(warnings; aged-up jace, mentions of canon character deaths, nsfw, mentions of smut, grief)

let the light in

(warnings: cheating(not on jace), infidelity, grief, angst)

fade into you

(warnings: age-gap, targcest)

sea, swallow me

(warnings in description)

Part 2 part 3 part 4

you go back to the old house but you've been locked out

(warnings in description)

Harwin Strong

melting moment

(warnings: smut, minors dni!!)

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quillofspirit · 5 months

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2023 fic recs

If there's one thing to know about me, is that I love to read! and I love to share the good fics, so I figured I would put them all on one list💚

pssst! it's my first time doing anything like this, so if you have recommendations for the format, please do leave them in the comments or drop me a message! thanks xx

Key 🍬 fluff 🧯 spicy 🌡️ smut ⛈️ angst 🌪️ all

For people I have tagged, please let me know if there is anything you’d like me to add or remove — like a link to another account. It’ll be my pleasure☺️

Lord of the Rings (and related)

⛈️🧯Fuck the Forbidden pt. 1 by @entishramblings

Boromir x mermaidfem!oc Teens and Up but read the warnings carefully 9,500 words

Now I want mermaids in everything. why aren’t there mermaids in everything? The descriptions are so well done, everything is so vividly easy to visualize, oh I just loved it.

I am so hyped for pt 2!!

🍬⛈️ Healing Touch by @ass-deep-in-demons

Boromir x fem!oc Teens and Up 4,350 words

My film studies degree was very happy about the descriptions of movement in this one - it’s a little specific but hear me out. It’s much easier to see the actors playing the scene when it’s described this well! THAT ENDING, I have to say I joined Legolas, and I don’t have excuses.

I cannot wait to read the rest of the adventures of Joanna!

🍬 I Might Need to Kiss You by @fizzyxcustard

Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader 400 words

I was squealing, this is so sweet. like the perfect little pick me up when you need a reminder, and Thorin is nothing if not a good king to his subjects 😇

🍬 Sweet Conversations by @glassgulls

Haldir x fem!reader Teens and Up 5,360 words

did I almost break my mouse when I clicked on this? noooo

Would I do it again? approximately 5 times since ☺️

Who doesn’t love sneaking around and kissing pretty elves, especially when they propose the idea so nicely… Just read it, you’re welcome

⛈️🧯Transformed by @sotwk

Thranduil’s son OC x fem!reader Teens and Up 2,400 words

There are at least two werewolves! When I tell you I read it three nights in a row, just to truly catch all the little things that made me go absolutely feral this so lovely to read. Yes, there’s gore (only a little bit) and there’s angst, but there’s also dialogue that would be made into gifs were it a movie.

Pirates of the Caribbeans

🌪️Catch the Wind by eriathiel (@esta-elavaris)

James Norrington x fem!oc Explicit 418,000 words

101 chapters of epic, pirates, and sweetness. The definition of you will suffer and you will like it. I finished this in like two days, because I couldn’t put it down, like a child on Halloween night going through their whole bag of candy.

⛈️🍬 Fallen Through Time by eriathiel (@esta-elavaris)

Catch the Wind AU Mature Ongoing; 34,000 words

12 Chapters so far, but it’s probably going to make me want to read everything about Theodora again. I am very normal about this character. 😌

Other fandoms

🌡️One of Those days by @capricornafterdark

Jason Todd x fem!reader Explicit 750 words

Sometimes you need to be taken care of, and sometimes its easier to take care of others.

🍬Patience by @velvetcloxds

Charlie Swan x fem!reader Just straight cuteness 600 words

A cute yet serious conversation with Charlie

🌡️That Takes Trust Darlin by @capricornafterdark

Jason Todd x transmasc!reader Explicit 1,950 words

It takes a lot of trust to tell a person about your desires, and even more when you spend your time catching villains.

🌪️ What Happens After You? by StrengthBeforeWeakness

Ominis Gaunt x fem!oc Mature 219,000 words

A badass Ravenclaw, sweet sweet Garreth, and dark!Sebastian. I am tempted to say it’s almost a Hogwarts Legacy AU because the lore in this fic is so incredible, it feels new again.

These are my headers and dividers, please do not use them.

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

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Hello, dear! ♡ I saw your requests were back open and I was wondering if I could request more Thranduil smut where the female reader (human) does everything she can to befriend Legolas just so she can get into Thranduil's pants "Do you think I don't know what you are doing?" 🔥🔥🔥 (modern or not. I will let you decide!). Please and thank you so much. I hope you are having a great week.

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“Mr. Oropherion”

Prompt: "Do you think I don't know what you're doing?" | Setting: Library, and then the bedroom.

Pairing: Modern Thranduil x Fem Reader (Second person POV)

Themes: Smut | Soft | Slow burn | Modern AU

Word count: 4.3K words

Summary: Finishing university and having to spend the night at your best friend’s place takes a surprising turn when his father reciprocates the feelings you had been secretly harbouring for him.

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥| Minors DNI | 18+

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It was close to four in the morning when you brought Legolas back home.

The graduation party had been a resounding success; everyone had enjoyed themselves. Legolas got into a drinking game with Gimli, and neither backed down. Bottles quickly emptied, stacks of glasses grew, and then, just when it looked like the contest was heading for a draw, Gimli burped, his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head, and he fell right off his chair. That was when you knew the time had come to take your friend home. Gimli was taken by Aragorn, Boromir, and his brother, so he could sleep at their place.

"My hands tingle," Legolas suddenly mumbled, before slumping deeper into the seat and snoring loudly.

You shook your head and smiled to yourself. Tingling hands? He’s going to be in for one hell of a hangover, you mused. And begging for aspirin the moment he opened his eyes—or perhaps a quick death. Maybe both, depending on how bad the after-effects were. You turned your attention to the road. It was empty at this time, but the incessant rain only served to slow down the taxi. Still, you could make out the bright neon lights and the lightning that split the sky in white, hot flashes of light. The residential area of the city soon neared, and you gaped at all the apartment buildings. It still shocked you that Legolas and his father live in such an expensive place in the city.

Thoughts of Legolas’s father had you reaching into your purse for your phone. You would need help taking Legolas up to the appartment. It didn’t take long, and you were promised someone would be there to help you. You squinted into the gloom and pointed out the correct building to the driver. Sure enough, Feren, Thranduil’s assistant, was out by the main entrance, wallet in hand, to pay the driver. Your apologies were endless and earnest, and Feren brushed them off with a friendly wave of the hand. He and Thranduil had been up most of the night anyway, going over an important contract, finishing up things just before your call came. The three of you had to walk in fits and starts, as Legolas was taller and swayed constantly. It was a trial, taking him through the ground floor, ignoring the stares of the stunned concierges. Then the lift, where Legolas nearly tilted onto the door. Then the top floor, where again, Legolas kept swaying and dragging the two of you with him.

"Will there be a repeat of this after he comes back from his trip?" muttered a highly amused Feren.

"I don’t know," you replied. "Next time it will be Aragorn’s turn to be the designated responsible adult, so you’ll have to ask him."

Feren nearly choked on his laughter. "You lot all take turns?"

"Oh yes," you mumbled, relieved when a familiar pair of doors drew closer. "We drew straws the moment we all became friends in University. Gimli has been grumbling about this arrangement ever since."

Feren snorted and gave you the apartment key. And nearly toppled into the corridor the moment you opened the door. "Easy there, big fella," You managed to brace yourself against the doorpost, to stop all three of you from falling flat on your faces. "Not all that far now; go to bed and sleep."

"I don’t need sleep," Legolas mumbled in his sleep. "I need Tauriel. Where is she? Where is my Tauriel?"

"Sleeping in her own bed," you said and smiled, thinking of the ring you helped Legolas pick out. "And probably thinking of all the things the two of you could do on your trip. Now come on," you let Feren lead the way to Legolas’s bedroom. "Off to bed with you."

"Mmm-hmm," Legolas breathed and allowed himself to be put to bed. His snores started again the moment his head hit the pillow, leaving you and Feren with enough time to dry off his hair and remove his socks and shoes.

"I’ll be heading out then," Feren said, satisfied that his boss’s son was settled in. "Mr. Oropherion said he’d like a word with you after you’ve settled in the guest bedroom."

"Of course," you managed, after having remembered Legolas’s invitation for you to stay over, and rest. "I’ll go see what the old man wants."

With that, Feren said his goodbyes and left. And you, not knowing what else to do with yourself, made your way to the guest bedroom. Everything was just like you remembered it: the comfortable bed and softer silk sheets, the quaint furniture, and the delicate wallpaper, all covered in roses. You noticed none of it while you put your things away and left your duffel bag in a corner. A bath had to come first to get the smell of that party off of you. And how wonderful it was to feel steam and hot water, the soap that felt so good as it glided over your skin. You showered for as long as reasonably possible, and then, one glorious hot shower later, you threw on a nightgown and flannel robe, and padded into the hall.

Thranduil wasn’t there, and he wasn’t in the kitchen. You were certain he didn’t want to meet you in his private rooms, so that left you with only one other place. The library. You took your time, relishing the feel of the soft carpet under your feet, the beautiful paintings that graced the walls, and the photographs. There were so many of them that you probably wouldn’t have been able to count them all. A door then opened, making you jump and clutch your chest in shock.

"Mr. Oropherion," you managed. Thranduil had been standing by the door, still dressed in his office clothes. You tried hard not to stare as he cut a stunning figure in the crisp white shirt and black pants he wore. His hair, usually pulled up into a neat bun, was loose now. "I… I didn’t mean to keep you waiting or anything."

Thranduil studied you keenly, his vivid blue eyes never leaving yours. "It is all right," he said finally, showing no sign of anger or impatience. "Come in. There is coffee if you would like something hot to drink."

"Please," you said cheerfully, perking up at the thought of hot coffee.

And being in Thranduil’s company, of course, although you would never say it out loud. That was the main reason you befriended Legolas in the first place—to try and get closer to his father. Thranduil was a most achingly handsome man, possessing the same platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, and strange but pretty leaf-shaped ears as his son had. Captivating and very much the man in charge, Thranduil was also a mystery, a man who was fiercely guarded about himself. Even his own son knew only so much about him, and Thranduil barely spoke to you, although you were frequently visiting Legolas. Now? Now he invited you to his library of all things, with a need to talk to you. You swallowed and walked up to him.

"Feren said you wanted to have a word with me, Mr. Oropherion," you said after going inside and closing the door behind you. "May I ask what for?"

Thranduil said nothing, only gesturing for you to make yourself comfortable at a large, polished table. His, no doubt, the one he used for his work. You were content to curl up on a comfortable leather chair and watch as he brought over two steaming mugs of coffee. Yours he gave first, before making himself comfortable in the chair opposite your own. He studied you again, watching you while you sipped, how your hair had been slicked back and how your cheeks looked all flushed after your shower. His gaze intensified in a way that made your heart flutter, and then he focused on his drink and asked questions about the party, what you planned on doing now that you were done with university, if you had any jobs lined up, and was pleased when he heard you would be starting work in a few weeks time. He then turned the discussion to the matter of his son's plans.

"Legolas showed me the ring." He sighed and took a sip before putting his mug away. "It is quite exquisite, and perfect for Tauriel. I am told you had a hand in it?"

"I had to, when he showed me the rings he had in mind," you said, making a face when you remembered going over Legolas’s choices. "You’d think with a father like you, Legolas would have better taste."

You quickly went back to your coffee, trying to be as casual as possible. The chief purpose of your compliment was for Thranduil’s benefit, not just because you were talking about Legolas’s questionable taste in jewelry. Thranduil didn’t reply but looked at you keenly. You coughed and tried to come up with something else to say. The silence that followed was thick and uncomfortable. Thranduil kept looking at you, thinking of what he should say to you, of what he should say about your comments. In the end, he decided to be direct.

"Do you think I do not know what you are doing?" He took the mug out of your hands and placed it on the table. His fingers seemed to linger over yours, but you weren’t sure if you were imagining things or not. You coughed again and tried to brush off your comments.

"Do what?"

"Trying to get my attention. Do you think I have not caught on to what you are trying to do?"

"It’s nothing, Mr. Oropherion," you said with a nervous wave of the hand. "Just a silly little nothing, that’s all."

"And the Christmas gift?" Thranduil refused to let it go. "The handmade bracelet for me? Or that bottle of fine wine? One that should have been well beyond your means? How about all the times you would look at me with such deep yearning when your attention should have rightfully been elsewhere? Were those silly little nothings as well?"

Oh, dear. The bracelet could have been explained away, but the wine? You should have known you were overdoing it with the wine, and you now realize you had not been as subtle as you thought when it came to the way you looked at him.

"Does he know?" you asked finally, hoping and praying the ground would open and swallow you whole.

Thranduil rewarded you with a brief but arresting smile. "No. Legolas does not. And since you genuinely care for my son, I have kept my silence on the matter. But that still does not answer my question. Were you trying to get my attention? And no lies, I have neither the time nor the patience for them."

You dropped your head in utter embarrassment. Thranduil tutted gently and curled a finger under your chin, lifting it so your gaze was level with his. "Were you craving my attention, y/n?"

"Yes," you replied meekly.

"I see," Thranduil said slowly, hesitantly, as he ran his thumb across your lower lip. He groaned softly when your lips slowly parted. "Was this a simple liking, something innocent, or was this something more intimate in nature?"

Your cheeks were aflame. "More… intimate… Mr. Oropherion."

Thranduil’s eyes darkened. "You want me to bed you? Have my way with your body?"

"Yes," as bashful as you were, you still answered him. You very much wanted him to spend the night with you. "Maybe more than that."

His smile simply grew, and his eyes glinted wickedly in the light. Thranduil reflected on your answer and came to a decision. The time had come for him to be truthful as well.

"What if I told you I desired you in return?" He grinned when your eyes widened in both shock and pleasure. "That I had longed for you for nearly a year? What would you say to that?"

You were stunned and confused. Over the course of the previous year, Thranduil treated you like he always did, with barely any interest. Of course, he would be polite to you, asking about your classes and your exams, but there was nothing beyond that. In truth, it was Legolas who did most of the talking. You weren't sure if Thranduil even listened to you. Now he has freely confessed to wanting you.

"But you barely spoke to me," you huffed, more than a little hurt that he would keep such a thing from you. "There were times you acted like I wasn't even there."

For this, Thranduil was remorseful. "And I apologize for being so cold with you. I do have very good reasons for concealing my true feelings, and I will talk about them someday soon, but for now I must ask if you would like me to bed you now and make you mine."

Thranduil said no more. He leaned back in his chair and gave you time to think.

He had good reasons, you mused. The age difference, no doubt; Legolas's possible reactions and the memories of his first wife's tragic passing. Thranduil took years to recover, Legolas had once said, and he refused all attempts at relationships, even ones that could only last a night.

Until now.

"Why now?" A wave of insecurity caught you unawares. The Oropherions had come from another country and were old money. Thranduil could have easily set his sights on someone like him, and he could still do it, pretending that there was no one else. After all, longing could mean many things. "And why me?"

"Is it not obvious?" he asked, after seeing doubt cloud your eyes.

"No," you flushed when he took your hands into his. Such large hands he had—hands that were so warm against yours. Thranduil raised yours to his lips, kissing them repeatedly.

"Your skin smells glorious, just like I thought it would be," Thranduil observed, his lips curling into a smile. "And soft. So soft. I cannot wait to feel your hands all over my body."

His gaze cut to yours. Your eyes were fixed on his, your pupils wide and your breathing quick. Doubt still clouded your eyes, and doubt was what he wanted to soothe.

"Are you worried I might set you aside for someone else?"

"Yes," you swallowed, but somehow you clung on to your courage. "You're an Oropherion and I'm... I'm... Me"

Thranduil grabbed your hands by the wrists and tugged on them, pulling you out of your chair and onto his. Your breath hitched when you found yourself on his lap, his arms hooking around your waist.

"I cannot ask you to simply put complete faith in me, not when you still do not truly know me," Thranduil admitted. "All I can ask is for you to give me a chance. Just one. Will you do that for me? Give me a chance?"

You looked at him, at those startling eyes of his. You found no malice, no ill-intent, just a pair of sky-blue eyes that looked at you in a way no one else had done before. One chance, he had asked. You could risk giving him one chance.

"Alright," hands moving up your waist made your breath quicken again. "One chance."

Thranduil tightened his grip, heady anticipation coursing through his veins. "And can I make you mine now?"

"Yes," you were just as excited as he was. "But where though?"

Thranduil already had a place in mind, and set you down on your feet. When he rose, you had to really look up. Legolas may have been tall, but Thranduil was even taller.

"Come," he said, holding onto your hand. Thranduil led you out of the library and into the corridor. "I know just the place."

That place turned out to be his bedroom. It was like Legolas’s but on a much grander scale, with a large four-poster bed and warm accents everywhere. There was a wooden crest of some sort hung up on one wall, an intricately carved leaf surrounded by vines.

"My family’s crest," Thranduil stood behind you. "Tis an old one; the true meaning of it has been lost to time."

His hand had been moving up your arm, making your skin prickle and warm beneath his palm.

"You can change your mind at any time," he murmured and moved even closer, his other arm slowly circling around your waist. "I will stop the moment you ask me to."

You didn’t want him to stop. Not now, not after what he was making you feel, all warm and feverish and lustful.

"What if I don’t want you to stop?" you replied, your body slowly sagging into his. Thranduil groaned triumphantly and turned you around, his arms pulling you into a tight embrace.

His kiss was far from gentle, leaving you breathless and heady. You willingly yielded, your arms twinning around his broad shoulders when he dipped to carry you, a growl slipping past his lips when your legs wrapped around his waist. Thranduil carried you to across the room, his kisses demanding and unceasing. When he set you down by the foot of the bed, you tried to undress yourself.

"No," Thranduil was quick to stop you. "Let me do it instead."

Your hands moved to your sides while skilled, patient fingers worked on the belt of your robe and drew it away. His eyes darkened at the lace and skin that lay beneath.

"Beautiful," he whispered dreamily, before tugging your robe down your arms. When it pooled around your feet your cheeks warmed immediately. Thranduil stood still for a moment, drinking in the vision that stood in front of him, before gathering you into his arms and kissing you again. You found yourself being carried into bed, its bedspread cool beneath your skin. A blissful sigh parted your lips when his tongue dipped into your mouth. You felt caged beneath him, his body heavy against yours in all manner of wonderful ways. When he pressed himself even closer, your nails nearly ripped into his shirt, leaving gouges in his back. It hurt, but Thranduil thought no pain felt even a fraction as good.

"You are going to be the death of me," he breathed and pulled away, so he could undress himself. Your blush rose immediately when the last of his clothes joined the little pile by the side of the bed and he towered before you like a magnificent sculpture come to life. You didn’t have time to even think as his lips sought yours again. He had to prop himself on one elbow, to avoid crushing you, but his kiss, oh, how sinful was his kiss, hungry and needy, and his touch, heated and possessive, as it moved all over your body. His hair felt thick to your touch, his skin petal-soft against your own. When he ground into you, more than a little hesitant, you threw caution to the wind.

"You don’t have to be gentle with me," you encouraged. When Thranduil stopped, studying you keenly, you cupped his face with your hands. You wanted him to do it, to take control and have his way with you completely. "I mean it, Mr. Oropherion, you don’t have…"

"Sir," Thranduil insisted, having brought down his own inhibitions. He wanted to hold back, to be gentle, to not fall on you like a beast, but if what you asked for was true…

"Not Mr. Oropherion," Thranduil's need to take control slowly overcame him. "Not while we are here, within the confines of this bedroom."

Your entire body flushed heatedly by his tone alone. "Yes," you gazed at him, blood roaring in yours ears. "Sir."

"Come," Thranduil settled onto his knees and held out a hand. When he pulled you onto his lap, you felt his cock—already hard—rubbing against your slick heat. Pinpricks of desire slowly grew as he kept rubbing himself against you, making you mewl and whimper into his shoulder.

"Are you sure about this, princess?" Thranduil growled, his voice deep and husky by now. "You do not want me to be gentle?"

What was it with the way he suddenly called you princess? Why did it make your pulse scramble so? "Yes," you readied yourself, eager for all the things he could possibly do to you. "Sir."

His lips crushed yours, his arms tightening around your waist like a vice. His teeth grazed over your lips, his tongue pushing past them and flicking against yours when it slipped into the warmth of your mouth. You couldn’t help but purr helplessly, your fingers raking through his hair. Thranduil forgot all sense of gentleness and decency as need lashed at him like a whip.

"So shameless, princess," he cooed, his hand making its way around your waist and onto your thigh. "The way you would look at me. Thinking I would not notice? Pitiful."

"I’m sorry, sir," you sighed when that hand of his snuck under the hem of your nightgown and glided up. "I’m so sorry."

"You should be," he muttered, "You should be very sorry."

Slap.

You jolted when he smacked your thigh. The pain that came was sharp, but the pleasure that followed afterwards…

"More," you begged, "Please."

"Sir," he reminded, before reddening your thigh again. "You forget yourself, princess."

"Sir," you mumbled quickly, "More sir, please."

Thranduil dipped and nipped your throat and your shoulder, taking care not to bruise such exposed parts.

"So needy already," he spanked your thigh a third time, moaning when you tugged his hair. "And I have just gotten started."

He kissed you again; his kisses aggressive and hot. He tugged at the hem of your nightgown, ordering you to lift your arms. The lace and silk confection went up your arms and over your waist before being tossed to the pile of clothes by the side. Thranduil pulled away to look at you, at your bruised lips, your skin gleaming in the lamplight, your disheveled hair, and your eyes, heavy-lidded, dark.

"Look at you," Thranduil grinned wolfishly as he took you in. "Already a mess."

"I am, sir," you snuggled even closer and threw your arms around his shoulders.

Instead of kissing you Thranduil pushed you onto your back, his greedy mouth exploring as much of your body as possible. You could only grip into the sheet when his teeth left darkening patches to bloom in their wake, your back arching every time he nipped at your skin. Your mewls turned into heady moans and Thranduil couldn’t get enough it.

"I often wondered how sweet you would sound when we fucked," he moaned and turned his attention to the soft swell of your breasts, dipping his head to taste. "How sweet you would taste."

"As much as I wondered how good you’d taste," you babbled without even realizing it. Thranduil chuckled before turning his attention back to what he was doing. He licked and laved, leaving your nipples throbbing by the time he had finished.

"Needy little slut, yes?" Thranduil pinned your hands over your head and forced your thighs apart with his. "But do not worry; you will get to taste me later. Lift those beautiful hips of yours for now."

You had just hooked your legs over his hips when he entered you, his cock plunging into your cunt in one quick stroke. He was so big, and it hurt, but the sensations that came with him sinking his length into you—the feel of your walls clenching around his cock—were too good, and the pain was forgotten quickly enough. Then he started to move.

Helpless and pinned beneath him, you found yourself being pushed higher up the bed every time he pulled his hips back and pushed back in, his moans matching yours. Thranduil forced himself to hold on, to wait till you had climaxed, but it had been so long, so very long, and you felt gloriously warm, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

"Come for me, princess," he commanded, "Come for me now."

A wave of intense pleasure rose within you, threatening to drag you under. You let it drag you under, your body splintering as your orgasm ripped through you. Your senses dulled as the world around you seemed to stop spinning. So lost in your blissed-out state that you barely felt Thranduil pull out of you and spill his seed over your belly, his moan that of a deeply satisfied man.

Clarity came slowly. The sweet, restful scent of lavender oil mingled with each breath you took. You blinked your eyes and looked up. Thranduil still hovered over you, his arms trembling, and sweat gleaming on his brow. Slowly, he let go, his kisses going from raw fury to tender pecks. He massaged your wrists, helped you get cleaned up and insisted that you sleep in his bed, reassuring you that Legolas would have no issue with you being with him. Once he was sure you were settled, he quickly threw on a pair of sweatpants and went out to fetch you a glass of water. Legolas had also walked into the kitchen at the same time, and the two shared a knowing look.

"It’s happening?" Legolas asked, and made his way over to his father. "Are you and y/n together now?"

Thranduil filled out a glass of water for him and watched while his son took an aspirin for the headache that was already building in intensity. Legolas knew of his father's plan. He had seen both his friend and father pining for each other and it was he who encouraged his father to take the first step in the first place.

"Yes," Thranduil filled another glass for you and studied his son. "I will date her properly and do my best not to make a mess of things. Y/n deserves better than that."

"Good," Legolas would have grinned, had it not felt like a rat was trying to gnaw its way out of his head. "Y/n will be good for you. Besides, you’ve been a lonely, miserable bastard for too long, dad."

Thranduil blushed but smiled all the same. "One does not expect to hear such language from their own child, but thank you."

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What I write and who I write for

Movies/shows

Gotham

Star wars

Spartacus

Boardwalk Empire

Marvel

The Walking Dead

The Witcher

Salem

Star Trek

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

Barry

Stranger Things

The pirates of the Caribbean

Lotr

The Hobbit

NCIS

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Gotham characters I write for

Oswald Cobblepot

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Jim Gordon

Harvey Bullock

Ed Nygma

Alfred Pennyworth

Mr. Freeze

Victor Zsasz

Butch Gilzean

Star Wars characters I write for

Darth Maul

Kylo Ren

Darth Vader

Han Solo

Poe Dameron

Lando Calrissian

Finn

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Din Djarin

Paz Vizsla

Spartacus characters I write for

Ashur

Gannicus

Crixus

Agron

Spartacus

Glaber

Caesar

Boardwalk Empire characters I write for

Al Capone

Richard Harrow

Eli Thompson

Frank Capone

Ralph Capone

Nelson Van Alden

Arnold Rothstein

Meyer

Lucky Luciano

Gyp Rosetti

Marvel characters I write for

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange

Zemo

Loki

Thor

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Peter Parker

Bucky Barnes ❤️

Ultron

Pietro Maximoff

Peter Quill

Drax

Yondu Udonta

Ronan

Rocket (platonic! We ain't furries here!)

Groot (platonic)

DC characters I write for

Superman

Batman

Bane

Joker (Heath ledger or Jared Leto)

Captain Boomerang

Chato Santana

Rick Flag

Oliver Queen

Slade Wilson (Manu Bennett)

X-Men characters I write for

Victor Creed

Wolverine

Colossus

Deadpool

Cable

TWD characters I write for

Aaron

Father Gabriel

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Eugene Porter

Abraham Ford

Paul "Jesus" Rovia

The Witcher characters I write for

Geralt

Jaskier

Filavandrel

Mousesack

Eskel

Salem characters I write for

John Alden

Cotton Mather

Beelzebub/ The Sentinel

Samael

Sebastian Marburg

Star trek characters I write for

Captain Kirk

Spock

Dr. McCoy

Quark

General Martok

Weyoun

Damar

Dukat

Garak

Julian Bashir

Shran

Captain Archer

Malcolm Reed

Trip Tucker

Phlox

Harry Potter characters I write for

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Lucius Malfoy

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Severus Snape

Fantastic Beasts characters I write for

Newt Scamander

Percival Graves

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald (Mikkelsen or Depp)

Jacob Kowalski

IT characters I write for

Richie Tosier

Ben Hanscom

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Henry Bowers

Pennywise/ Bob Gray

Barry characters I write for

Barry Berkman

Noho Hank

Monroe Fuches (As father figure)

Stranger Things characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson (platonic or as little brother)

Eddie Munson

Pirates Off The Caribbean characters I write for

Jack Sparrow....."Captain! Jack Sparrow!"

Captain Barbossa

William Turner

Bootstrap Bill

Davy Jones

James Norrington

Cutler Beckett

Salazar

Lotr characters I write for

Boromir

Faramir

Samwise Gamgee

Mary

Pippin

Aragorn

Haldir

Legolas

Elrond

Èomer

The Hobbit characters I write for

Bilbo

Thorin

Fili

Kili

Bard

Elrond

Thranduil

Legolas

Azog

NCIS characters I write for

Tony Dinozzo

Tim McGee

Joshany Gibbs

YouTubers I write for

Mully VR

Josh dub

Your favorite Narrator

Juicy

Eddie VR

Smashing

Jacksepticeye

Markiplier/Mark's egos

Angry Cops

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What I will write

Smut/NSFW

fluff

Male character x Fem reader

Traumatized reader dynamic

Mentions of abuse

Mentions of Death

Mentions of Blood

Slight torture

Knife play

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What I won't write

Male Character x Male reader (Unless platonic)

Fem Character x Fem reader (Unless platonic)

Incest

Rape (depends on Character and how graphic)

Pegging

Gore

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VALENTINE'S DAY READING LIST - LORD OF THE RINGS / THE HOBBIT

Happy Valentine's Day! Enjoy a day of warm fuzzies and goosebumps and chills with this compilation of romance Reader inserts that I selected from some of the brilliant fanfic writers of the LOTR/Hobbit fandom whom I am privileged to be friends and mutuals with.

Please enjoy, and spread some love with a reblog or comment if you can! I hope this can help someone find a new favorite author. Check out the rest of their works; these writers are all amazing!

(Note: There is no smut or explicit content in the works below, but some have mature content. Please be mindful of content warnings posted by the authors.)

Customer Service by @scyllas-revenge (Boromir x Reader)

Wrong Conclusions by @minaturefics (Faramir x Reader)

Sweet Conversations by @glassgulls (Haldir x Reader)

Daughter of the Stars by @elithilanor (Haldir x Reader)

Bottled Up by @heilith (Lindir x Reader)

Bad Dreams by @tamurilofrivendell (Elrond x Reader)

Follow the Signs by @mismaeve (Thranduil x Reader)

Just a Taste by @blueberryrock (Thranduil x Reader)

A Bit of Home by @middleearthpixie (Thorin x Reader)

Roses and Candlelight by @fizzyxcustard (Thorin x Reader)

Lost My Way by @lathalea (Fili x Reader)

Knight in Shining Armor by @guardianofrivendell (Fili x Reader)

Warmth and Solace by @laurfilijames (Fili x Reader)

Imagines: Another Man Kisses You by @shiinata-library (Multi x Reader)

Bonus: Tossing in my own because I just realized there is no Legolas on this list. (Oh my goodness, how did that happen??)

Unnecessary Guardian by @sotwk (Legolas x Reader)

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

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heilith · 2 years

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Hey and welcome to my Masterlist! :) I won’t make any special warnings, except, perhaps, that I’m a pretty adult user and things I write can be adult, too. So, 18+, read at your own risk. Other than that, you’re heartily invited to partake in my fandom insanity.

I mostly write for LOTR and The Hobbit, with very rare exceptions.

Thorin, Fili, Kili

Imagine Thorin cupping your face between his hands gently and revealing to you his worries that he’s too old for you.

Just a name - Imagine Thorin walking in of very intimate encounter between you, Fili and Kili. Kili x Fili x Reader smut, Thorin.

The Anchor - Imagine Thorin trying to wake you up from a coma after BOTFA, saying “I love you” for the first time.

Shipping you shipping me - Imagine the company shipping you and Thorin.

Diamond - Imagine having the ability to communicate telepathically with Thorin, usually discussing details about the quest, and one night he confesses his thoughts about wanting to make slow, long, passionate love to you.

For Sore Eyes - Imagine watching the sunset with Thorin.

Up Here - Imagine Fili being so happy that you’re a human, because his face is on the same level with your breasts. Not that he doesn’t like your face or eyes, but boobs are boobs, and he’s obsessed with yours.

Lost in Translation - Imagine Thorin trying to tell you that he wants some action.

Grey in the Night - Imagine holding hands with Thorin as you walk through Erebor’s tunnels and caves.

Butterflies - Imagine Kili kissing you for the first time

No-name Kili fluff, under 500 words, absolutely no plot. :)

For Heroes Only - Imagine messing around with Fili’s knives, accidentally hurting yourself, and him giving you a bit of a scolding + Imagine everyone having an apple pie, but making Fili a cherry pie just for him, because the apples make him sick.

Treasure - Not all mistakes are evil, Thorin x reader, for the Kiss-kiss challenge

Kiss-kiss challenge - quick requested kisses from Kili, Fili, Eomer, Thorin, Sherlock. Nothing serious, pure fun. :) Some are reblogged from the requesters, ‘cause I’d submitted them.

Collaborations with Averil-of-Fairlea:

Truth or Dare - Imagine the Company not knowing what a thong is

A Little More Boldness - Imagine kissing Thorin’s happy trail.

A Bad Influence - Imagine Thorin catching you skinny dipping with Fili & Kili, and being angry with you for corrupting his nephews but secretly he wants you for himself. + A Bad influence, Part 2 - Imagine Thorin throwing you over his shoulder, because you’re being too stubborn.

Of Sacks and Snacks - Imagine having to share a sack with Kili because the mountain Trolls didn’t have enough.

A Heart Adrift - Thorin x Reader, minor Fili x Reader, a tale of betrayal, and jealousy, and eventual happy endings. :)

Thranduil

All my love - Imagine being Thranduil’s wife and seeing him after he comes back from battling fire drakes. You see his scarred face for his first time. Instead of being repulsed, you smile sadly and tell him you love him just as much as the day you married him; and you show him just that.

Goodnight - Imagine Thranduil comforting you during a storm and you’re afraid of thunder and lightning.

Hushaby - Imagine being so busy with what you’re working on that you haven’t slept in days. Your husband, Thranduil, find you passed out on a pile of your work and carries you to bed.

Flash Fiction Writing challenge. Really angsty.

Enough - Imagine Thranduil pressing a soft kiss to your baby bump.

No Time for Love - Who dares disobey the King and get away with it?

Where now - Implied Thranduil. Who doesn’t like a bit of a foreplay?

Boromir, Faramir

Good Intentions - Imagine slipping a love potion to Boromir.

Touchy Feely - Imagine caressing Boromir’s beard.

Imagine distracting Faramir, playing footsie with him during a dinner with Denethor.

Imagine stepping out of the shower, and Boromir wrapping a soft towel around your shoulders.

A keepsake - The reader (an elf) gives Boromir her old ring as a gift, made too early to hold any kind of magic, but also too early to be tainted by any kind of darkness. A gift for a king, or a lover.

Summer snow - Faramir and Sam share a friendly drink. :) A bit of Faramir x Eowyn.

Now - A slightly angsty alone time in Lothlorien, for the prompt “Have you no regrets?”, Boromir x reader

Three of swords - When temptations are stronger than reasoning, and the future is unclear, Boromir x reader.

Two is Too Much - Imagine being a member of the Fellowship and after the Ring quest, half the Fellowship wants to set you up with Faramir and the other half wants you to pick Boromir.

What You Wish For - Imagine Faramir always kissing your hand as he’s greeting you, and while you think it’s just a court formality, he can hardly wait for another chance to do it.

Touch Me Not - A wedding night with a reluctant bride, no smut, just fluff. Boromir x reader

Night by Night - Bed sharing with Boromir with a bit of a twist, for the Fluff Bingo challenge.

Jealous Boromir is jealous , but the reader is oblivious. A short something for the Boromir x jealousy warmup request.

Collaboration with Averil-of-Fairlea: Into the Light - Imagine Boromir finally confessing his love for you + Imagine Boromir buying a beautiful dress for you.

Eomer

Friends in Need - Imagine helping Eomer out of his armor after the Battle of Pelennor Fields.

Collaboration with Averil-of-Fairlea: In the Eyes of the Fallen - Imagine being part of the Fellowship and Eomer seeing you for the first time after the Battle of Helm’s Deep, finding himself unable to look away from you.

Collaboration with Averil-of-Fairlea: In Plain Sight (Sequel to In the Eyes of the Fallen) - Imagine Aragorn trying to set you up on a date with Eomer.

Legolas

Too close - Imagine Legolas proposing to you during the Feast of Starlight

Of stars and silence - Imagine lying next to Legolas and looking up at the stars.

Feel me - Imagine getting stuck in a small place with Legolas and being able to feel exactly how much fun he’s having.

Lindir

Appearances - Imagine your first meeting with Lindir + Appearances 2, Unveiled, Undone

A Stand In:

Part 1. Imagine being Elrond’s daughter and him betrothing you to Lindir. + 1 Deleted scene

Part 2. Imagine letting Lindir have his way with you.

Part 3. Imagine Rivendell being attacked, and Lindir taking an arrow for you, knowing it’s all he can do to save you, since he’s poor at combat. (Blood, violence)

Part 4 - Epilogue Minor mentions of blood.

Sing my soul - It’s Lindir who is sung to, for a change.

Bottled Up - Imagine finding out that Lindir has never been kissed. The Unexpected Collaboration Challenge (THAUC22), for the prompt “Musical bards and their heroic muses”

A Way to Wake Up - Breakfast in bed with Lindir, for Sweet and Spicy Bingo

Haldir

Autumn hands - Imagine avoiding touching Haldir, because your hands are almost always cold, but he actually loves the feeling of them on his skin after a tiring day.

With a kiss - Imagine being a healer and saving Haldir after the battle of Helm’s deep only for him to fall in love with you. A sort of a prequel for “Autumn hands”

A Dream or True - “I heard you talking in your sleep”, Haldir x reader

Loss and Gain - a hug from the Marchwarden to fix a bad day.

Orophin, Gil-Galad, Elrond

A Life to Spare - Imagine Gil-galad giving up immortality for his human lover.

Sing, Princess - Imagine Haldir’s brother Orophin enjoying your stories and the sound of your voice.

In Your Arms - Trust and comfort is all that is about. Elrond x reader.

In The Middle - Sometimes things are not that simple. Elrond x reader, Lindir x reader

Bofur, Dwalin

Imagine being afraid to tell Bofur that you love him, then finding out he feels the same.

Thing of Beauty - Love is the eyes of beholder.Bofur x reader (This one is Adult)

Who comes uncalled - Imagine a young Dwalin sneaking away to Dale to catch up with a pretty human lass.

Bard the Bowman

Imagine being the daughter of the Master of Laketown and having a secret relationship with Bard. (Adult)

Smaug

Dragon’s share - (as requested) An AU, where Thranduil is an incredibly famous actor, falling for his equally famous co-star, loving for from afar and preparing to wait for her, when he knows how happy she is with one of the best actors in Hollywood - Human!Smaug of all people. Modern settings, mature.

Not Tolkien

Loki:

For the Mercy - Imagine Loki letting you braid his hair. Loki x reader

The Labyrinth (1986):

Haunted - Sarah finds herself a pester against her will. But is it unwelcome? And who is behind it? A Jareth x Sarah reunion, rated Mature

The header and the dividers are taken from Saradika

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