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monster-disaster · 4 months

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maybe a short story on a human reader being taken by an orc army/camp and just absolutely used as their personal toy???

When I read your request, I couldn't help but hear, "Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys!" from Lotr.

But let's be serious: I hope you will enjoy it. :)

Orcs x Reader Warnings: filth, nothing but filth

The air is thick with smoke, mingling with the musky odor of sweat and leather. The scent of blood and violence still hangs heavy, fueling the heat and tension around the tents made of rough animal hides. The crackling flames of the campfire cast dancing shadows across the rugged faces of the warriors. Feral hunger glints in their eyes as they come closer. It feels like the ground rumbles and shakes under their steps. Their muscular, battle-scarred bodies pulsate with anticipation. The sounds of their gruff voices fill your ears, making you deaf to everything else. Your gaze jumps from orc to orc. The chieftain's large hand is heavy and warm on your shoulder as he pushes you deeper into the center of the camp.

The bounds around your legs and wrists make it hard for you to move, but it doesn't stop the warriors from closing around you. Their heat and raw desire surround you, making you shake and sweat under their primal gazes. Adrenalin fuels the fire in your bloodstream and thrums through your body until you almost buckle because of the throb between your legs.

The chieftain behind you reaches for the clasps and buckles that hold your armor together. The metal piece is dirty and beaten. His calloused fingers trace the edges of your armor before letting it fall to the ground. In other circumstances, you would feel relieved without its weight. Your undershirt sticks to your chest because of the sweat that still glistens in your heated skin, revealing the curve of your breasts. Another orc steps closer, barely smaller than his leader behind you. You remember him. One of his eyes is milky-white with a long scar from his eyebrow to his nose. He rips off your shirt, dropping the useless fabric before reaching for the buckles of your pants. You can't even feel the cold night air between the orcs towering over you.

The warriors move in sync. Their hands work in unison to strip away the layers covering your body. They reveal the soft swells of your curves and the hard cords of your muscles. Your skin is decorated with old and fresh scars, injuries, and bruises. The others get louder and louder with each glimpse they get of your naked body. The clear signs that you are a warrior, a fierce opponent, fuel their desire.

Soon, you stand exposed among the orcs, ready to be ravaged by them. Your limbs are not tied together anymore, but it changes nothing. You can't make yourself to move. It would be futile anyway. You can't fight against them, and they would enjoy chasing after you too much.

The orc in front of you wastes no time. His rough hands eagerly reach out to grope and caress every inch of your body. His dark green fingers dig into the flesh of your breast, squeezing and kneading, pinching your nipple until you mewl and try to get away from him, falling into the arms of the chieftain behind you. The leader grabs your hip, making you grind down on his leather-covered erection. His unyielding grip leaves red imprints on your skin. The cold of his rings digs into the flesh of your hips.

One hand slips between your legs. Rough fingers slide over your slickness and prod at your entrance. Your stomach jumps with fear and excitement. "Look at this juicy cunt, boys! She's all wet and ready for us!" The orc in front of you announces loudly to everyone around you to hear. The camp gets even louder with feral growls and words that make your heart beat faster in your ribcage. Whatever you want to say, to tell him to stop or to go deeper, dies on your tongue. The only thing keeping you standing is the chieftain behind you, still grinding his cock against your ass while his man explores your wetness. He smears it all over your mound and inner thighs before turning his attention back to your entrance. "I knew the moment I saw her on the battlefield that she would be a good prize to fight for," he grunts, forcing each digit of his thick finger into your pussy. Your walls clench down around him, to keep him out or to force him deeper, you don't know. "You like that, don't you?" The chief grunts next to your ear. His question fans over the curve of your neck. "I can smell your pussy, girl." "We all smell her." Someone says from the circle of orcs surrounding you. Their eyes are heavy on your body as they watch you. You steal a few glances at them. A lot of them are already naked, tugging at their cocks hanging heavy between their thick thighs.

The male in front of you continues to bully your cunt with his finger, going deeper and deeper while his other hand reaches up to grip your hair. He pulls back your head, making you arch your body. "You're ours now, human," he snarles. "But do not fret. I saw you fighting, I'm sure you can handle a few orc cocks too." A rumble of laughter waves through the air, and your pussy tightens at the thought. "Oh, look at that!" He laughs, pushing another finger into your wet hole. A groan gets stuck in your throat at the feeling of your walls stretching around him. "She likes the thought." "She does," the chief grunts, pulling his own cock out of his pants to force your hand around it. Your fingers curl around his thick rod automatically. If you could focus on anything, you would be surprised at its weight on your palm. "She doesn't look like someone who backs out of a challenge." His words are followed by laughter again while you bend and turn the way they want you.

Before you know it, you are on your knees with their leader still behind you, shoving his cock into your pussy while his warrior is busy with your mouth. He taps the head of his erection against your lips, and you open without a second thought. At this point, your mind is too hazy, and your senses are full of their musky scent to do or think anything. You feel like a raw nerve under their pushes and pulls. They thrust in and out of you with a relentless rhythm while you moan and drool around their cocks. You slip in and out of your orgasms, getting more and more drunk on their relentless assault. They push your boundaries, both physically and mentally, until you are nothing but a warm body they can use as they want.

You don't even notice when they come inside you. Their warm seed seeps out of your abused holes, and you almost choke on the orc's cock when he pushes himself deeper into your throat.

The ground is dirty and hard under your weak body as you let yourself collapse. Your muscles shake and twitch while your pussy clenches around nothing. Your chest heaves with every breath you take as you try to clear your mind.

But they are not done yet.

"It's your turn, boys," one of them says, stepping away from you to give enough space for the others. "Keep those sweet holes full tonight."

The air crackles with anticipation and feral need. One by one, the orc warriors step forward, their rough hands exploring every inch of your body. Their calloused fingers trace the swell of your breasts, teasing and pinching your nipples until you cry and wiggle. Your pussy pulsates between your legs while their fingers explore your folds and both of your holes. They feast upon your bare curves, their desires ignited by the sight of your vulnerable state.

The first orc doesn't waste his time. His massive frame towers over you, keeping his body up with his trunk-like arms next to your head while taking you fiercely, his thick length plunges deep into your wet and eager pussy. His heavy balls slap against your skin. Your walls grip him tightly even though you are sensitive, and the feeling of him pounding into you makes you tear up. A thumb smears your tears all over your face before pushing into your mouth. Your tongue laps at the digit.

When the orc between your legs reaches his peak, fucking you full of his cum, another one steps forward, hungry and ready for his turn. He turns you onto your stomach easily, positioning himself behind you when you force your knees to not give up under your weight. His hands are gripping your hips as he shoves his cock into your cunt. Ecstasy trembles through your body while someone else grabs a good chunk of your hair and forces your mouth down his hard length. More tears escape from the corner of your eyes as you gulp and suck around the orc's cock.

The orcs continue to take turns, their primal instincts driving them deeper and deeper into you. You become a mess of drool and cum until there is no part on your heated, sweaty skin that they didn't touch or use. They ravage your body with a ferocity that matches the intensity of the battle they had just fought while you scream and moan underneath them.

#sweet asks #monster romance #monster x human #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #monster smut #orc romance #orc x reader #terat0philliac #orc boyfriend

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sl-ut · 4 months

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streamer!ellie hcs

been thinking about gamer!ellie williams x fem!reader a little too much lately so here are some random ass hcs

she's a pretty big streamer on twitch, plays a lot of different games but she particularly likes rpgs bc she thinks they're the most fun kinds of streams to watch

she plays gta online (on nopixel ofc) A LOT

her rp character is definitely like a druglord or something lol

speaking of, total stoner

she usually smokes right before her streams to help her settle down (she gets kinda nervous before her streams)

she's up front about her drug use (just weed don't worry) w her fans, but definitely doesn't wanna smoke on stream bc she knows there are younger viewers watching

she streams at night, probably around 8:30-9pm AT THE EARLIEST

has a boss set up. she has an extra room in her apartment for streaming, has lots of fun little figurines and posters of her fav games/movies/artists, led lights (always set to either blue or red), and custom display, keyboard, and headset

off-topic, but she'd also an astrophysics major and is on the DEANS LIST??? our girl is so casually smart and doesn't even try that hard like

she's such a nerd, always been a big star wars, harry potter, and lotr fan since she was a kid

she casually drops the gf bomb on stream one day and the internet just about blows up

lesbian twitter died a little that day

she's kinda secretive about it tho, didn't even really mean to mention her gf (she hadn't even asked her to be her gf yet and she already publicly announced that she was off the market)

for plot purposes, i've always really liked the idea that y/n is also a public figure? maybe she's a small actor/singer or an influencer or something

y/n texted her during the stream saying "u got something u wanna ask me???"

ellie was trying so hard to not turn red and end the stream

a few days later, everyone's fav lowkey singer/actor/influencer happens to soft launch her new gf (everyone was a little sus but no one really assumed that it was ellie bc why would it be??? they've literally never interacted on the internet before?)

except what they don't know is that ellie had been really high one night and decided to shoot her shot, sending a risky dm on insta and almost pissing herself when she saw that she had actually responded

begins talking about the relationship more on stream

doesn't reveal who her gf is for a while tho, but when she gets a text from y/n asking for her help for a sec she'll just tell her chat that she'll be back bc she needs to "go help the missus"

such a loser fr

finally hard launches on y/n's bday, posting a photodump from the past few months that they've been together

lesbian twitter died again

two of the hottest internet gays off the market? oh no

but everyone really loves it

ellie likes when she brings her snacks or a drink during the stream, inviting her to sit on her lap and chat for a bit while they're waiting to join a server or something

she bought an additional gaming laptop so y/n could stream with her sometimes

ellie does random super loser stuff when this happens, like if they're playing gta she's taking her on a long car ride around the city bc she's roleplaying as y/n's sugar daddy

loves using her platform to hype up her gf's work

always reposting new songs or casting announcements that her gf is involved in, and loves being her date to big press events

omg i might have to make a little modern!ellie fic bc i love this smmmm

#reader insert #x reader #imagines #lesbian #ellie williams x reader #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie smut

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peterthepark · 2 years

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𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀̄𝐒

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

tags: 18+ graphic smut, rough sex, roleplay (elf princess x knight), dirty talk, oral sex (m!receiving), fingering, squirting, unprotected piv, breeding kink, brief hair pulling, creampie, wannabe game of thrones x lotr

summary: you and eddie indulge in some roleplay sex and enjoy yourselves way too much.

note: based off of this post! thank you for the cool smutty idea!

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

Your quavering voice echoes from the other side of the bathroom door, accompanied by a soft jingling of bells and the rustling of skimpy chainmail. There’s an uncertainty to your tone, a meekness and an innocence that has Eddie reeling at the newfound softness of his usually-confident and loud-mouthed girlfriend.

“I would never stoop so low to disrespect the Princess like that.” He quips, an excited smirk tugging at the twitchy corners of his lips when the knob rattles with a click. He drops to a whisper, wedging his forehead in between the doorframe and the shut door. “Hey, I swear on my life, baby.”

“Fuck, you so owe me after this.”

“I’ll pay you in orgasms. How does that sound?”

Hesitantly, your flustered face peeks out from the crack, hands swatting at him as he immediately tries to reach for you. “Can you at least close your eyes and let me do a grand reveal?”

“Are you trying to get me to cream my pants?”

You arch an unyielding brow, amusement dripping like honey in your next words. “But don’t you want to fuck me, my knight?”

Silence. Utter silence.

Now, that seems to shut him up. Eddie’s palms come to raise in a playful surrender, his plump bottom lip jutted out as he pedals back into the couch and plants himself down with a submitting, quiet thump that lets you know you’ve got him already wrapped around your little finger.

“Are your eyes closed?”

Impatiently, he shifts on the leather cushions when he feels your ethereal presence fill the living room, fists balled up beneath his loose tunic as filthy thought after filthy thought begins to permeate his melting brain. “Mmm, unfortunately.”

You clear your throat, rolling your shoulders back anxiously as you smooth your trembling hands down your body for one final time and properly straighten yourself out. “Okay, here goes. Open them.”

His lashes flutter wildly in awe as he stares across at you, pupils darkening and irises clouding when you card your nails through your hair, attempting your best to look all coy and alluring. Eddie’s mouth runs dry as he drinks you in — a silken skirt sits lowly on your waist, one singular rectangular cloth drapes down your crotch while your thighs remain exposed by high cuts in the rich fabric, adorned by gems and beads that run layered across your midriff. The matching bra is held up by delicate chains that connect to the elegant choker around your pretty neck, little to none left for the imagination as wispy curtains suspend down your arms and shoulders, a complete paradox to the lack of clothing on your body.

Your skin glows despite the dim yet quirkily romantic candlelit lighting of Eddie’s trailer. Your makeup remains dewy and diaphanous while an artificial blush landscapes over your cheeks and nose, eyelids glittery and sensually droopy from all the attention your boyfriend can’t help but give you.

And to top it all of, the fucking elf ears that peek out from between your generous locks of hair.

His elven princess.

“Ser Edward?”

“Fuck, babe.”

“Ser Edward.” Your voice is firmer, steadier now that you’re able to read his obvious expressions, like the wrinkle between his brows, the hungry purse of his lips, the nervous sheen of his flushed skin as you slowly approach him — even going so far to add an exaggerated sway of your hips. “Do you like what you see?”

“I do. I… Princess…” Eddie gasps out as you swing your legs on either side of his lap to straddle him, your arms linking behind his neck as you gaze down innocently into his lust-blown eyes. “I don’t believe I am worthy. Worthy of touching you. Worthy of…” You nudge your nose against his, urging him to go on. “… of even seeing you when you look like this. It is forbidden, Princess.”

“Are you not an honorable man? Do you lack honor?”

“I am the most honorable man in your kingdom.” He tilts his head up towards you, his words spilling warmly into your open mouth. You breathe each other in, grasping at his biceps and chest desperately. “Which is why we cannot do this. I said an oath to the Gods, to you, and I cannot break it.”

You rock yourself against his growing erection, arousal building between your thighs with each purposeful roll of your hips. “I say fuck your oath.”

“Princess Y/N…” You cup his cheek, stroking your thumb beneath his eye and hovering over his lips. “I am your sworn protector. Your guard. Your servant. Your knight. Without this title, I am — I am nothing—“

“You are lowborn.” His hand comes up to the side of your throat. You bare it to him, thrumming under the heat of his flesh as he delicately traces the outline of your jaw. “You are mortal. Ordinary. Powerless.” Eddie whines when you press your cunt down against his clothed cock, eyes screwing shut when you take his hands and cup them over your tits. “Yet here I am, making a whore of myself for my handsome knight. Please, Edward… would you do me a favor? Do me a favor and satisfy your elven princess?”

Eddie physically shudders.

“Christ, you’re good at this.” He whispers, a serious shift in his demeanor. “Like really good. You’ve never done this before?”

A cheeky smile starts to spread across your glossy lips as you lovingly tilt your head, “Are you seriously breaking character right now?”

He snarls as he paws at your hips, dramatically bringing you flush against his chest with a curled upper lip. “If we do this, Princess… if I fuck you, you must promise me that you won’t tell anyone. Not a soul.”

“Not even my closest confidants shall know.” You bat your lashes at him, gliding your nails across his goosebump-riddled collarbones as you nip at his throat with your teeth. “Bed me. Bed me like a common whore.”

“Is that what you desire? You want me to fuck this highborne princess cunt, claim you as mine, sneak into your quarters just so you can have your way with my cock?” He rambles, pushing your hair away from your face as his thumb and forefinger holds you tenderly by the chin, forehead bumping against yours. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You cry out when he reaches for your nipple, pinching it through the bra. “Kiss me, then. Kiss me, Eddie.”

Eddie dies. Right then and there. He becomes putty in your arms, complete deadweight beneath you as he caresses your jaw and roughly pulls your mouth down onto him. His tongue works against yours, taking and taking when his palms venture down your torso, feeling for your tits, your belly, cupping your mound from underneath your skimpy skirt. “Pretty girl, I wanna see you.”

“Do you want to watch your Princess touch herself?”

“Oh, my god — yes. Yes. Fuck, yes.”

He whines when you peel your lips away from him, a beady string of saliva connecting your hot mouths as you gracefully roll onto the couch, palming at yourself as Eddie carelessly tosses his tunic over his head. The moment you part your oiled legs, he’s fucking rushing to take his trousers off — yet you don’t make any moves to assist him, just watch your knight hornily struggle with the complicated drawstring of his breeches, not even bothering to take it off completely before he’s pulling his bare, reddened cock out for you.

You lay back against the arm of the couch, one hand roaming your body while the other circles a finger over the wet nub of your clit. Eddie rests on his stomach, tugging on his meaty prick with a tight fist as he watches you — his breathing is uneven, his eyes wide and bright while he takes in the sight of your spread pussy, your small fingers slick with cream as you tease yourself.

“Look how wet, my love.” You mewl, breasts spilling out from the cups of your bra. Eddie feverishly licks at his lips with a lusted hunger, the tip of his cock leaking with beads of pre-cum while you masturbate in front of one another. “S’all for you. All of it. Do you want to feel it?”

“Please?” He rasps brokenly. Only then do you realize how his hips are rutting against the leather seats, his abdomen rippling with every sloppy stroke that leaves his trembling body. “I want to have your mouth while I touch you.” You nearly groan when his thumb flicks across your swollen meaty clit, his eyes glancing up at yours to take in your pained features. “Am I asking for too much, baby? Wanting my cock in between those perfect lips?”

You nod wordlessly, your blissed-out gaze following Eddie as he rises from the couch and positions himself beside your head, lazily fucking his cock with his own hand before he’s feeding it to your mouth. “You’re so big…”

“Am I? Bigger than any of these lords and kings, aren’t I?” He chuckles lowly, hissing when your throat flexes around the throbbing head of him. “Take it. God, yes — fuckin’ take it.” His voice breaks, murmurs spilling from under his breath. “This is so hot. Oh, fuck — this is hot.”

“Mmm!” Your quivering thighs threaten to shut when Eddie pushes a finger into your cunt, juices dripping down your ass as Eddie works his knuckle against your greedy hole. “Ser!”

“Baby — oh, yes… please, please, more. Gimme this mouth, fuck.” He’s fucking whimpering, his voice higher and pitchier than usual as you attempt to swallow his cock down, fighting the urge to gag when his large balls slap harshly against your spit-covered chin. “Princess, need to… need to fuck you. Put a bastard in you — fuck, you don’t know how good you feel right now, do you? Your cunt and mouth just — just sucking me in, trying to be closer and closer…”

Reluctantly, you pull off of his cock, wantonly gasping for air as tears start to prickle at the corners of your eyes. “Please. Wanna ride you. Wanna ride my knight’s cock and make you cum.”

“Such a goddamn whore, Y/N. Fuck, I don’t — don’t think I’m gonna last if you keep looking at me like that.” Eddie’s hair falls into your mouth as he reaches down and kisses you despite all the wet saliva and spit, maneuvering you into his strong grasp so that you’re sat planted atop of him. “Ride me. Make me the happiest man in the kingdom and ride me, sweetheart.”

And you do just that. Without question.

You guide his leaking, angry tip between your folds, feeling the shaft of his cock begin to stretch out the gummy walls of your cunt — the familiar burn of it, the squelch of your cum mixing together as you lower yourself down onto him, one hand braced over his pec while the other reaches behind you to keep him inside. He’s balls-deep, the bush of hair around his base nestled against your pubic mound as you start to set a pace. A roll of your hips. A slap to your ass. A muffled plea into the juncture of your neck and shoulder as you bounce on Eddie’s hard cock.

He forces himself to look at you. Forces himself to admire the fantasy he’s made of you — the whorish Elven princess just using him for her pleasure. Forces himself to memorize the way your puffy breasts heave for him, the way your parted lips glisten with pure want, the way your clit is practically dripping from how turned-on you are.

“I love you.” You whisper, head up high and tears glimmering in your eyes as he looks to you. “I love you, Ser Edward.”

The image of your fucked-out expression and beautiful elf ears burns itself into his breeze of memories.

Fuck, he can’t take it anymore.

Hungrily, he kisses down your arms, biting and sucking and licking at your chest till you’re bathing in marks — tainted by him, tainted by bruises and hickies and god-knows-what as Eddie wraps his arm around your waist and thrusts up into you from the edge of the couch. You sob into his neck as he pulls you down by your ass, harsh and braven with his movements when you dig your nails into his muscled shoulders.

“I need to — need to cum in you. I love you. I love you. Fuck, Y/N. My fucking — fucking goddess.” He manages to grit out, nearly drawing blood from your bottom lip when he nips at the flesh. “Gonna fuck you from behind. Show you what it’s like to be a common whore. See how your kind likes it when I give it to ‘em dirty.”

You yelp loudly when he scoops you up and flips you onto your knees, wholly abandoning the couch and pushing your arched form down onto the carpet. You glare at him over your shoulder, moaning in your haze of pleasure as he parts your ass cheeks and easily plows his cock back into you. “Eddie, so — so much. It’s too… m’sensitive.”

“A spoiled princess that can’t handle lowborn cock.”

“Eddie, please!”

He suddenly grabs you by a fistful of hair, your elf ears nearly falling off as he sits back on his haunches and ferally spears his shaft in and out of you. You’re gushing around each drive of his hips, your hands digging into his inked thighs as he places his lips to your sweaty temple — a stark contrast to the way he’s violently handling your body.

“A pretty Elf that just wants to be filled.”

You cry into his neck, babbling incoherently into him. You don’t know what you’re begging for. Begging him to stop? Begging him to go faster? Harder? Slower? To just throw all wind out the door and forget the roleplay?

“Baby…”

“Are you going to cum, Princess?” He slurs, visibly pussydrunk as his eyes start to cross and roll back into his skull. “Fuck, I’m gonna — gonna breed this cunt. Gonna watch it spill with my… fuck, with my seed. Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I love you — I love you.”

The coil in your belly snaps when Eddie’s thrusts stutter.

You spasm, letting out a choked string of curses and moans and you don’t fucking know where these sounds are coming from, but it’s a chorus of sobs and deep grunts — wild and ferocious as Eddie’s fingertips dig into your supple hips and your cunt draws his milked cock deeper inside.

“Dear god…” You sigh out, your palms gripping onto the carpet for dear life as you go boneless in your boyfriend’s arms. He catches you, a wide palm guiding you kindly by your lower belly so that you can lay against his sticky chest.

Your eyes flutter open when he places a wet, gross kiss to your cheek. One that makes you laugh at the theatrics of it all. One that brings both you and Eddie down from your chaotic highs, easing you into a peaceful, low lull.

“My Princess.” Eddie growls fondly into the tangles of your hair, biting at your earlobe. “I hope my service was… of satisfaction.”

You chuckle, reaching back to pet at his cheek. “It was, my knight.”

“Did so well for me. Thank you, thank you for trusting me.”

“Thank you for having faith in me.”

You wince when he pulls his cock from your cunt, an uncomfortable gush spilling from you as his half-hard erection sits against his stomach. He tsks audibly at that, knuckles swiping against the slick channel oozing with his thick spend. You have to hold back a laugh when your pussy bubbles with more of his cum, the lewd noise echoing throughout the empty trailer as Eddie envelops you and cradles your head to his heart.

A content, satisfied hum leaves you as your boyfriend continues to kiss down your riddled frame, his lips tracing over the newly-birthed hickies that litter your glowing complexion, smoothing his warm tongue over the bruises down your arms.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah, babe?”

You can literally feel his smile spread against your skin.

“When can we do that again?”

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shirefantasies · 2 months

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Hello! I'm sick and on a major Hobbit/LotR kick. I found your blog and I'm in love with your writing! If possible, could I request something like how Thorin's company (specifically Kili, but can add others) would react upon discovering reader has Trichotillomania (anxiety-induced hair plucking disorder)? I know it sounds kinda stupid, but it just popped into my head.

-🦅

Not stupid at all! Pulling at/out my hair if I’m anxious or have no fidgets is kind of something I do and tend to have characterized as a “bad habit” so I so get this! But our hair is precious as our lovely dwarves will remind us 😌 hopefully this is accurate, I included feelings I have when I’ve had anxiety/panic attacks, too, & just got carried away with some of them! If this is not a good representation, my apologies in advance love 🙏🏻

Trichotillomania- Thorin’s Company x Reader

Balin

“If ever you wish to talk, I hope you know this old dwarf’s ears still work.” Eyes widening, then narrowing as they looked up at Balin standing there the sunshine, you found yourself nodding and wringing at the ends of your sleeves. “Thank you,” you replied, “but why all of a sudden?” “I can tell you’ve been under some stress, and I can’t pretend I don’t understand. But ‘tis always better to talk about it than take it out on ourselves. Or each other, but I can’t foresee that being a problem with you,” the older dwarf winked. “No,” you chuckled, shaking your head, “I have no plans to start a fight. It may sound silly to you, what I have to say.” “Please,” Balin waved a hand, smiling lightly. You loved the way he always said ‘laddie’ or ‘lassie’. “I grew up with Dwalin and then the princes running around underfoot for how many years? Daresay I’m an expert at the inane by now.” “In that case, I’ll think of it as some free entertainment for you,” you joked back.

Dwalin

“Have you ever considered shaving it all off?” Frowning, you drop your hands and swivel to face the bald dwarf. You hadn’t exactly expected anyone to catch you having a panic attack in the woods, let alone cut through it with sarcasm. Body freezing, you wracked your brain for a response. Dwalin, it seemed, perceived that, changed his tone. “‘m not makin’ fun of you. Might feel good if y’ don’t mind looking like me. Ever you want to, just say the word and I can help.” Rough as his words were, you could sense the care behind them. Would it feel better to be rid of your compulsions completely, to have a fresh start? Whether you truly considered it or not, well aware were you how meaningful a suggestion it was by the warrior. “You say that as though looking like you is an insult,” you simply replied and gave him a nudge.

Thorin

Joint discovery. That is the word you would use to describe the night. Thorin had jolted awake suddenly, taking deep, panting breaths you could see heaving beneath his bedroll as you sat on watch duty, shock, concern, and anxiety increasing your own reactions. Coming to, the king-to-be took in the sight of you, sighed at the familiarity, thought better of it as his brows knitted. “Did you just have a nightmare?” You asked, and all but simultaneously Thorin said he saw the way your hands wrung your head. “Quite a bad habit,” you replied sheepishly, “but you really should go back to sleep.” “I think I would prefer to stay awake for a time, if that is alright,” Thorin responded, sitting up and brushing some long black hair off his shoulder. “Of course,” you told him, surprised but smiling at the way he shuffled to sit at your side. Tentatively you reached out a hand. “May I?” The king gave a silent nod, prompting you to gently rub his back, content at the new, more soothing occupation of your hand.

Oin

It all started when Oin was given bedroll duty, taking up all the members’ nighttime dwellings to carry once more. Upon yours, he could not help noticing, was a mass of hair, an unusual amount even for a race so conscious of its shedding. Approaching you, he asked if you’d not been feeling well, perhaps wanted to try an oil to care for your hair with or an herbal supplement to bring your strength back. Eyes shining at his generosity, you break down and admit your nervous habit, the way your hands go to your hair especially in the dark of night when all seems lost. From then on he appoints himself your personal hair carer, even teaches you new ways to style it that might keep it more safely out of the way. His hands work so gently over your hair, undoing the irritation and pain it had endured for so long and bringing a soft smile of contentment to your lips.

Gloin

Heavy breaths mingle with your own, prompting you to snap briefly enough from your reverie to register the dwarf running toward you with great stomping steps. Jumping a bit, you find yourself goggling at Gloin, who rests his hands on his knees and heaves a few more times before addressing you. “Now what’s brought this on? Can’t have you hurting yourself.” ‘Hurting yourself’ was never a consideration you’d made, but you supposed your hair was less precious to you than it was to the rest of your companyman. “You- you weren’t supposed to see that,” you told Gloin, folding your hands in your lap. At that, though, the auburn-haired dwarf waved a hand. “Nothing to be ashamed of. If it’s botherin’ you up there, why don’t you try one of these?” Any of the dwarves reaching into their pockets worried you a bit, but your mind races for his brief rummage until he produces a small article that looks somewhere between a cap and a bonnet. “Keep it safe up there. And if ya need something to do, why, come play a few rounds with my brother and I! That’ll keep your hands moving so fast you’ll forget you have ‘em!” “Hands or worries?” You laugh shakily. Luckily, Gloin gives a huge laugh at your awkward joke, patting you on the back. “Both if we’re lucky!”

Bifur

Far gentler about it than one might expect from him. He knows what it is like to have trauma, though, to have PTSD even if he doesn’t have that word for it. Thus he can read the signs of anxiety from a league off and tends to shuffle to your side during those moments. He knows his way of communication draws focus, attention, so as he sees you tugging at your hair he begins to sign questions. Simple questions, but ones you must then answer. “What is your name?” You tell him. “What is your name?” He signs again. Even through the spikes of overwhelming weight, the way the world closes in on you, you find yourself trying to remember how to sign your name if you know it, indicate you can’t if you don’t. Nodding, Bifur keeps this method going, cutting slowly but surely into the spiral and even telling you at the end of it that you are precious…all of you.

Bofur

“Hey, hey, whoa, what’s all this, huh?” Starting, you see Bofur appraching you, clearly having caught you ripping at your hair. Before you can respond his gloved hands fall over yours, removing them gently. “Feeling a mite stressed?” World still pressing in on you, you just nod, and Bofur’s hazel eyes soften. “Well, I don’t much are for seeing ya hurt yerself. Tell ye what: why don’t we try this instead?” Sitting up straighter, you peer up at the dwarf to see him unwinding his scarf and draping it over your shoulders. “Next time you don’t feel good, try playin’ with this instead. I like to mess with the little fringe on the end myself.” Fingers thoughtfully caressing the dangling edges, you smile as the scent of him rushes to you, grounding you that much more. “Are you sure?” “Positive,” he nods, patting your shoulder, “it’s all yours. Then again, I daresay it’s long enough for the both of us.” He winks and you grin all the way this time.

Bombur

“You get served first tonight,” Bombur tells you one evening, nodding to the carven bowl in your hand. “Me,” you ask, “why?” “Can tell you’ve been having a bad day is all,” the fiery-haired dwarf replied as he plucked the vessel from your hand, “and if you aren’t feelin’ well, well, extra to you!” Did he think you were sick? “This is just something that happens to me, though,” you told him, “it is not new." "Well," Bombur filled your bowl up high as he could, "more nourishment for that pretty hair of yours, and tell you what- next time you feel like pullin' it out, how's about asking for a hug instead?" Pausing, you accepted the warm wood he handed you. "You feel no shame at that?" "No," he replied, voice quietened, "I will only feel lucky." "As will I," you told him with a smile, knowing how Bombur gave the company's greatest and warmest hugs.

Dori

Dori, you knew, had the habit of hovering over his brothers, whether it was keeping them from their squabbles or ensuring they would not be catching cold, but you were hardly used to receiving such attention the day he sat at your side, insisting you share a cup of tea with him. Gently setting the steaming cup in your hands, the eldest Ri brother started asking you questions about how you were feeling, if the company treated you well. Sharing some stories and laughs about the others first, you finally asked him what this tea was all about. Well, in the most literal sense, Dori told you it was a calming blend with a bit of something Oin said helped hair grow and even a small dash of sugar he was able to scrounge up! Beyond that, well… “You don’t take care of yourself,” he replies, your name heavy but sweet upon his lips, “so I thought I could do it for you. I’m used to that, you know. Your hair is beautiful as your smile, so I suppose I wanted to protect both. Sorry if that’s silly.” Letting your head fall on his shoulder, you cupped your warm tea a bit tighter, tears welling in your eyes. “Not at all, Dori. Not at all.”

Nori

“Have you been itchin’?” Nori asks you one night, sending your gaze rapidly swiveling his way. “I beg your pardon?” “Couldn’t help but notice the way your hair is botherin' you," he replies with a shrug as he passes your bowl. Accepting your nightly meal, you sigh. "No, it isn't that, I... I get anxious. Don't know why I do it, but I can't help it." "No?" Nori pauses before his signature smirk returns. "But I can!" "Huh?" Dropping your spoon back into the stew incredulously, you turn your attention his way once more. "What do you mean?" "Simple. Just tell me when you get worried. If you like the feeling of something touchin' you, well I think I have that covered." Your eyebrows shoot up at that, raising a bark of laughter from the dwarf. "Whatcha getting in that pretty head of yours? Thought I might hold your hands, put an arm around ya."

Ori

“I made you this.” Ori holds out a knitted bear to you, smiling sheepishly through your zoning stare at the fire. Giving him your full attention, you break into a smile, clutching your gift close as you ask him what it is for. “Well,” the young dwarf rubs at the back of his neck, “I wasn’t trying to see, but, well, I did, so…” “What are you talking about?” Your brows furrow. “I noticed the way you pull out your hair when you get stressed and I thought it might hurt,” Ori replies, voice quiet, “so I made you something you can squeeze instead. It’s alright. He can’t feel the pain. Not like you can.” Tears well up in your eyes; misunderstanding, Ori takes a step back only for you to catch his hand, holding it tight and looking him in the eyes. “Thank you for seeing me. Truly.”

Fili

“You call that a bad habit? Why, you should see what half of this company’s gotten up to in their lifetimes! The sheer number of things they’ve snuck on this very trip,” Fili said with a smirk. A wave of nerves crashed over you, falling into a defensive cross of your arms. “Well, I’m sorry I’m too much of an anxious wreck to be exciting,” you bit out, turning away from him only to feel a hand on your shoulder. “Wait,” Fili breathed your name, “that came out wrong. All I meant is these rapscallions are the ones who have anything to be ashamed of. I’m sorry you have to deal with all that. Please let me make it up to you.” His blue eyes bore into yours, softening earnestly enough to earn him a nod from you. “Alright,” you agreed, “I understand. You were just trying to keep things light, we’ve all done it. What did you have in mind, then?” “Next time you feel nervous, think of me as your personal doll!” “I beg your pardon?” “How many years have I had this hairstyle? More than I can count! Let’s let some good come from those idle hands,” the blonde urged you with a smile, “and play around with each other’s hair instead. What say you?” Blast it- as if if you could ever resist that grin!

Kili

Frantic motions of your hands are interrupted by a softer touch, hands gently running over your scalp. “Care to talk or would you rather just sit?” Kili’s voice, a sound that rarely fails to bring a smile to your face, echoes behind you as he lowers your now-joined forms into a seated position upon an abandoned bedroll. The arm not reaching to your head, seemingly unashamed of the damage you’ve done that sometimes fuels your spirals, is wrapped firmly around your shoulders from the front to hold you against his chest. “I don’t mind either way as long as I’ve got you here.” “Then let us enjoy the silence,” you request quietly, internally fighting the part of you that struggles to accept the blessings you are given. “For as long as this lot’ll let us,” Kili snorts, but with that he presses a kiss to your forehead and continues holding you, fingers shifting to grab one of your hands as he soothes the itching patch of hair you’d been reaching for.

Bilbo

“Oh. Oh, dear, what’s the matter there?” He isn’t trying to make things worse and in fact he’ll get quite apologetic, but the hobbit has never seen such behavior so it raises legitimate, innocently blunt question. The shame, though, does not ease your spike of anxiety, leaving your hands shake with the pressure of both your trigger, your impulse, and the fight of it for fear of Bilbo’s judgment. Suddenly his hand is upon your shoulder. “It’s…a lot, isn’t it? I understand. Typically my go-to is to faint, but I can see why this lot would have you wanting to pull your hair out!” Weakly he swings his arm, clearly trying to joke you out of your state. Your brows furrow, such an unexpected reaction jarring some breaths back into your lungs. You are surprised again when Bilbo takes your hands. “You’re shaking…here, lie back a little, let’s talk, all right?” He listens, apologizes frantically for his ignorant comments, holds your hands still, running a thumb over the back of them.

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Am I Wrong? || Aragorn

Summary: Request: Could you write something about (fem)reader who's part of the fellowship and really close to Strider? When they split up to find Frodo after Boromir blows the horn, reader goes with Merry and Pippin and gets separated from Strider.... Read Rest Here

A/N: Picking up when the group reunites in Isengard after Treebeard/Hobbits/Reader sack the place :) This is really sweet and fluffy, thank you for the request @fluentmoviequoter !!

Pairing: Aragorn x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.7k +

TW: General LOTR triggers, anxiety, fear, kidnapping, orcs,

Aragorn followed behind Gandalf as he led the small group to Isengard to deal with the dark Wizard himself. What he wasn’t expecting was to run into another part of the Fellowship after so being separated for so long.

He heard the Hobbits before he saw you standing there, radiant as ever, “I feel like I’m back at the Green Dragon after a hard day’s work.” Pippen spoke with his pipe happily placed in his mouth relieved the events of Isengard were over more than anything.

Merry spoke next, “Only, you’ve never done a hard day’s work.” That’s when he heard your bubbly laughter in response to the usual joking hobbits who were clearly very inebriated. You on the other hand seemed totally in control of the situation.

Aragorn’s heart pounded in his chest as he spotted you standing with your side facing him chatting happily with the two Hobbits that stole you away from him. You were alive. Somehow more beautiful than he ever remembered you being. His eyes scanned up and down your figure making sure they truly weren’t deceiving him. You were here in Isengard. Merry and Pippen too.

Merry stood, almost falling over, shouting at them with rosy, red cheeks, “Welcome my Lords, to Isengard!” You turned with the biggest smile on your face. Once your eyes landed on Aragorn’s you couldn’t take them away. Your smile grew as his mouth dropped in shock seeing you standing there alive and well. He couldn’t track you. He thought the worst of it. He knew right then that he had to tell you. He loved you. So deeply. He never knew if he was going to see you again, he thought the worst of the Orcs after not being able to find your tracks with the Hobbits.

“Y/N.” He spoke before nearly shoving the Hobbits away from where you were standing. He needed to be right next to you. Your smile turned to one of focus as you took him in after too long apart. Truly, you knew you loved him too. You wished to never spend another night away from your Strider. He was your home and comfort. He became your person without you even knowing it.

Without another word you through your arms around him tightly, bringing him in for an unexpected embrace. Unafraid of all the glances and knowing smiles from the fellowship and other men around you. You couldn’t seem to care about that right now, you’d deal with the embarrassment later, “Strider. What are you doing here?”

Before he could answer you Gimli shouted from behind the reunion, “You young rascals! A merry hunt you’ve led us on… and now we find you feasting and… and smoking!”

After dropping your arms from around his neck, you stepped around your missed companion taking offense to his words, “They’ve earned it Gimli!” You only smiled bigger once you felt Striders hand resting on the small of your back. He had always been protective of you but never so forward with it. The two of you had pined from afar but never acted on it as that would be seen as improper. But that was then. That was before he had feared the worst. You were alive. Breathing right in front of him with the most precious blush sitting on your cheeks. Yeah, he knew it was over for him. He needed you and was tired of trying to hide it.

Merry cheered with his pipe after you spoke and before Pippen tuned in, “We are sitting on a field of victory enjoying a few well-earned comforts.” He giggled in his non-sober state, “The salted pork is particularly good.” Pippen added for good measure knowing it would get under his dwarf friend’s skin.

You nodded along with them giggling yourself, “It is indeed.” You saw the gleam in Striders eye like he was trying not to laugh at the situation they had found themselves in. The plan certainly wasn’t running into the three of you while in an inebriated state. Aragorn knew you well and currently you were particularly giggly, a sign you’d partaken in some of their endeavors even if you tried to deny it.

The Hobbits waved their friends into Isengard, “We’re under orders from Treebeard who’s taken over management of Isengard.” Merry led the group in leaving Strider standing next to you holding onto the reigns of his horse. After the two of you shared a few moments just staring at the other he finally decided to speak to you. Neither of you were willing to follow the group at that moment. The two of you had a reunion to attend to before dealing with Saruman.

“I thought you were dead.” He admitted to you. Aragorn couldn’t meet your eyes as you just looked at him with a bit of bemusement forming along your tapered smile.

You tisked at him shaking your head, “You think so little of me Strider, no?” A growing smirk was playing at your lips as you studied his downtrodden expression.

His eyes finally looked into yours again, “Never, you know this. But I… I could not find your tracks along the Hobbits…”

“You did not think I would cover my tracks?” You eyebrows rose, challenging him now, “I thought you have always said I learned from the best?” Referring to him, naturally.

He let out a lengthy laugh. The tension in his shoulders released seeing you as the same person he thought he lost only a few weeks prior. Even though it had only been a few weeks he knew he could never part from you for that long again. He was a fool and only he came to realize that once you had slipped through his fingertips after getting taken by the Orcs. You didn’t hear his yell for you as he watched you fight. But even you, one of the best Rangers he knew, couldn’t overcome so many of them all at once. And just as he saw you, you had vanished in front of him along with the Hobbits. He had never felt such a failure before seeing you disappear with the creatures you had detested for as long as you’ve been alive.

“I should have never doubted you.” He spoke with that twinkle in his eye. He adored you, through and through. A slow gulp overtook him as he studied you. He always knew you were beautiful, ever since you met him all those years ago. But now, after it took him losing you to realize that he was in love with you, he understood just how stunning you truly were.

You nodded with that confidence he had adored in you, “Aye. Thought you would have learned by now Master Strider.” Tossing him a wink even you did not know where this overly friendly attitude towards your partner was coming from. That’s all he was and could ever be, just a partner in work.

He bowed his head with a similar smirk gracing his face, “Indeed. Forgive me, Y/N. But I was terrified. I thought I had lost you. My thought process was… less than rational.” When his eyes met yours once more a sad smile parted his lips. It hit you that he truly thought he might have actually lost you. Thinking of what you would do had you thought you lost him had you in an instant fit of tears. There would be no rationality in your actions had you thought of Strider dying.

His striking blue eyes sent a familiar shiver down your spine. You gave him a quick nod, “I will always forgive you, my king.”

Strider let out that familiar laugh that you had adored so much. The one that sent a shiver though your body, “It wounds me that you mock me so easily, my Y/N.”

You couldn’t stop your fluttering heart at his words, my Y/N, “I would never do such thing, you are my king, no?” You rose your eyebrows in curiosity. Sure, the news that he was the heir of Isildur took you by surprise. It didn’t shock you completely though. There was always something about him that felt so other worldly. When Legolas let true of his identify at the Council of Elrond it all sort of made sense. You’d been Rangers together for nearly thirty years, both of you being Dunedin it made sense to pair the two of you together early on in your ventures. He had never told you of his true heritage throughout all that time together. While it stung when you learned you understood why he had done so.

“I see you have not lost your tongue.” He avoided your question.

You smiled knowing his usually ways of dodging, “Would you rather they take it?”

But a quick shake of the head let you know he was simply playing, “Never. Your wit is but my favorite thing about you.”

Letting out a feigned gasp you shook your head, “I should be so offended Aragorn.”

“What do you mean?” He looked surprised by your reaction unsure if you were simply messing with him or being completely serious.

“Do you find me that unattractive?” You asked a little too bluntly knowing that you were surly crossing that invisible line the two of you had danced around for far too long.

A fiery blush rose to his cheeks letting you know you had finally gotten the better of him, “Oh no. Never. No. I did not mean it like that. Please…”

You stopped his incoherent rambling with a stifled giggle, “I tease.”

Shaking his head slowly he knew he likely looked a fool standing in front of you. He couldn’t hide it though as all of his emotions came forward seeing you there alive and well. He had begun the process of mourning your death, thinking he’d never see you again. He knew he wanted to tell you exactly how he felt, right here. He wanted to waste no more time. He came to the striking realization that even no matter skilled you or he was life in middle earth was very hostile and unforgiving. The chance of death was high and even higher now that the two of you had joined the Fellowship.

“You are fortunate I care for you very deeply.” He chose his words carefully, hopeful you would pick up on his true meaning.

“Oh?” You heard his words a little surprised. There was not much he could say that took you by surprise but this was one of them that did. He had never so much admitted he cared for you at all let alone deeply in your time together. Strider was very kind to you but the two of you shared a working relationship at most. You weren’t out here letting your tightly bound feelings out and he certainly wasn’t either.

His confidence grew seeing the color rise to your cheeks at his words. You were thinking and hard at it apparently, “That cannot be all you have to say.” He stepped forward knowing that he had the upper hand on you for once. He could never seem to catch you off guard until this very moment.

You sucked in a breath not having a clue where this seemingly innocent interaction was heading. Turning around you spotted the rest of The Fellowship talking to Treebeard far off in the distance. You spun back finding him standing much, much closer than he was before. Eyes widening your head was not making sense of what was actually happening, “I was not expecting you to say that.” It was you deflecting this time which drew an arrogant smirk on the man standing far closer than you were used to. How did he smell so good? Surely he hadn’t bathed in a while. How did Strider do it? Make your mind fuzzier than ever.

He had to look down to meet his eyes with yours, “I never want to spend a day away from you again.”

If your cheeks were not already aflame with realization they were flooding with color now, “You do not?”

It was he who had the courage to make the first move on you after seeing how easily you reacted under his words. He took his hands and brushed away a streak of dirt across your cheek slowly sending your already racing heart into another frenzy, “No, never. These last few weeks have been the worst in my life. Never do I wish to part from you again. If that is what you wish for too.” Ever the man you fell in love with, he left the decision up to you.

It was your turn to be courageous now, “I wish the same.”

His devilish smirk turned into a smile of utmost joy. A smile you so rarely saw on the man. For you knew you didn’t wish to separate from him ever again either. Nearly every moment you were away you thought of him. You thought what he would do in your situation and tried your hardest to stay positive. If it were not for the Hobbits you may have stayed to fight with the Rohirrim when they had saved you from the clutches of the orcs who had you running for days on end. But you knew Strider would save them before fighting on his own, the Hobbits would never survive Gondor on their own. In a way he had saved your life countless times even when he was not there. Strider stayed with you always. You loved him always.

It was then that he realized he had nothing to lose. The way you had looked at him told him exactly what he wanted to know. You had loved him just as dearly as he loved you, “Can I tell you something?”

A nod came from you, “Anything.”

It was now or never and he wasn’t planning on missing his chance, “I love you.”

You could not help the way your mouth dropped at that, “You what?”

“I love you.” He said again with more confidence. He loved you and he couldn’t keep it from you anymore. Strider also knew that things would never go back to normal after this quest. His true identity was revealed. Things would change. As much as he longed to go back to the simple life of patrolling the woods with you he knew that’d never be in his cards any longer. And if his life was going to change he wanted to bring the one thing that brought him comfort along for the journey as well. If he were to be king he wanted you to be his queen. No, needed you to be his queen. For a majority of his success came from you being there with him helping and guiding him.

“You love me?” You asked more to yourself than to him. When he placed his hands on your shoulders with a gentle touch you knew you were a goner. The look in his eyes was like nothing like you had seen from him, “Why me? We’ve been partners for over thirty years and… where is this coming from?”

He stopped your racing mind by running his thumb along your lower lip, ever the intimate action sending your speeding heard into overdrive, “I’ve always known. But losing you… thinking you died. It all but made me realize how daft it is to hide it away when I can tell you outright when clearly you feel the same. Am I wrong?” He smiled as he held the back of your head in his hand so gently.

“No. Certainly not wrong.” You spoke in a soft whisper. When he smiled even brighter than you had truly ever seen you had to tell him too. You’d all but implied the same feelings but you needed to let it out too, “I love you too.”

The next moments felt like a blur. He pulled you close before whispering in your ear, “The next time the nosy prince of Mirkwood is not watching I will give you a proper kiss, my lady.” It was the first time he’d called you that in all your time knowing him. A rush of warmth was felt throughout your body. It felt… right. Like you were meant to be at his side.

Once he released you from the hold he had you in you turned your head over your shoulder spotting the blonde-haired elf sitting on his horse paying much more attention to the two of you rather than whatever tale Treebeard was telling the new group.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you over the absurdity of the situation. Of all the things you thought could happen today confessing your love to the man who had you enraptured ever since you met him was the last thing you thought possible. Yet here you were. Avoiding the ever-clear eyes of your elven friend, “Damn elves.”

He nodded in agreement, “Come on, hop on.” He led you to his horse where he got you situated before he got on behind you. Slowly, he led you back to the group. You caught Legolas’ side eye knowing the he had to have heard a majority of the conversation if he wanted too. And knowing him, he wanted too.

When Strider’s horse stopped he made sure to keep his hand on you, uncaring of the curious stares from the rest of the group. He loved you. They knew it. Why should he have to hide it any further? Finally, it felt like something in this journey made sense. All he had to do now was keep you safe and destroy the ring. Simple, right?

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luckynumber-8 · 11 months

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♡ ~ HOBBIT TRAUMAS (AND HOW YOU TAKE CARE OF THEM) ~ ♡ (4 Hobbits X Reader Preference)

a/n: No one would escape an adventure like the Fellowship had unscathed, especially not if you were an innocent, good-hearted, fun-loving hobbit.

My take on the traumas the 4 hobbits would have after the adventure, and how you, reader, help them deal with that.

P.S. -This is my first-ever writing post in Tumblr... and also my first-ever posted fanfic-type-thing! It's just a bunch of headcanons right now - maybe I'll take one of the ideas and turn it into a drabble or something later. Feedback is the best thing ever, and I would love to get any that anybody has!

P.P.S. - Shoutout to @wordbunch, who's LOTR writings I absolutely adore, and whose post formatting I basically used as a cheat sheet, because I'm a totally clueless newbie. So thank you! I hope that wasn't out of line for me to borrow 😕

Frodo

Sometimes he can still feel the crushing weight of the ring pulling on his neck or weighing on his chest, and you catch him absentmindedly rubbing one of these spots

So you, you special person, find some excuse to give him a neck rub or a back rub

Because you absolutely cannot stand seeing him trying to hide his discomfort like this

You know openly calling him out on it will just remind him of all that happened to him, so you have become a Master of Subtlety and Distraction

Whenever you catch him staring into the distance, you know it is Time to Remove Frodo From His Own Head

Distractions ensue

Namely:

Surprise hugs

Randomly launching into stories or rants that you know he won't be able to help listening to

(Because the sound of your voice is not-so-secretly one of his favorite things and he will listen forever)

Offering to read to him (we all know this is Book Boy, so what better than having his favorite tales read aloud by you?? His favorite narrator??)

You make him cups of tea as he writes his book

When he sees you smiling in the doorway with a mug in one hand and the scent of his favorite leafy brew drifting out of it, it just makes his day because…well, you.

You just think of him too much and he can't handle it lol

Sam

Never

Ever

Try to put this poor boy around spiders

Ever

(yes I love this HC, idk who came up with it and I can’t remember where I saw it but it’s basically canon in my bran now)

He cannot stand them, not even in the garden anymore. You can see how he stiffens and twitches every time one of those ugly eight-leggers scuttles across his path and instantly know how much restraint he's using not to kill it on the spot.

Spider in the house? It's all you, Y/N

You know he would try to face it down for you and you alone

But you can't stand seeing him go all cold and shaky at a little garden spider

So you often remove them before he can even notice because peace in the house is a nice thing to have

He also has alarming levels of self-doubt sometimes because of how he thinks he's misjudged things in the past

But luckily for him, he has you

You are there to support him and are always advocating that he is strong and makes solidly good choices

And you know what? You are his world, so he believes your every word.

He drinks those affirmations up like there is no tomorrow

And you are happy to continue on as his supplier till the end of days

Merry

Personal HC that when his arm is burned after stabbing the Witch-King, he gets phantom pains not dissimilar to Frodo's

It's almost like nerve damage - he'll be fine one minute and drop whatever he was holding the next, or his hand will start twitching in weird and sometimes disturbing (to him) ways

This is Mr. "Nothing-Bothers-Me-And-I'm-Fine", so naturally, it bothers him quite a bit that one of his appendages refuses to follow orders on a regular basis

It's something that he tries to hide from you - pretends it's not there, BARELY jokes about it.

If Merry Brandybuck ain't joking about it, you aren't either.

Sometimes you hear villagers mentioning it in hushed whispers, and you (badass) shut them up before a single one makes it back to Merry

Because you know that's what he'd do for you, so you absolutely do it for him.

And you know he secretly appreciates that you don't fuss over it, because he doesn't want to feel different or incapable. It helps, for him, that you treat him like just the same person he was before (because he is duh) and nothing has changed and he doesn't want or need to be coddled.

Not saying you do, but you might sometimes give this particular arm a little extra love and affection. Massaging his hand, tracing circles on his wrist, and just letting him know how dead cool you think his scar is.

Because, really…how many people have changed the fate of Middle Earth and have something to prove it?

Your Merry does, that's who. And you'll never let him forget how amazing and brave he is.

Pippin

Pippin is constantly awake in the dead of night

Because he's haunted by wild nightmares

And you're the first and probably one of the only people he would turn to for comfort

So guess what? You're up too, holding him close to you in the dead of night while he tries to calm down

Sometimes he tells you what the night mare was, sometimes he keeps silent and just wants to lay next to you. You know he'll tell you in his own time if it's right to.

This little hobbit is such an empath, he really took to heart EVERYTHING that happened on his journey

And he thinks that way too many things were exclusively his fault

Gandalf's death? His fault.

Merry getting hurt (because he got them separated and wasn't there)? His fault.

Boromir's death (because he didn't know how to fight)? His fault.

Again, you know better than to push, but you know the content of a lot of his nightmares revolves around his contributions being insignificant, his actions causing people's injury (or death), and how badly things could have played out because of him. It worries you, how much brainspace he gives to these things.

So you keep him close to you. I mean that both literally and figuratively. He's not shy about taking the physical comfort he needs (honestly I don't think he's aware of the concept of personal space), but he gets tripped up trying to talk about his own feelings

So you just give him his space, all the time he needs, and bottomless snuggles

Because contrary to what he thinks, a lot of things went right because of him, and you can't tell him enough how much he means to everyone (and you. most importantly, definitely you.)

Thank you for reading, if you made it down this far! I hope to post some actual writing soon, if I can find the time to sit down and put my Writer's Cap on. I am considering opening requests! At this point I don't know who will see this r how it's going to do, so we'll see how things work out :)

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oda-cipresi · 2 months

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Hello! 👋 Welcome to the LOTR/Hobbit fandom! Since you said you’re taking requests, what would you think of HCs of Aragorn x reader whose has a dragon companion? Either she’s the first one to tame a dragon or she’s from a tribe of dragon riders, whichever you think works best. Happy writing!

Thank you for the request! I'm sorry it took this long to write it and that it's so short, but I had a lot of projects that were due in the past few days/weeks. I also found out that I can't write Aragorn to save my life. I don't want to make him too OOC but I honestly don't know much about his character (oddly enough since I have watched the movies a million times by now and I (finally) started rereading the books after 5-ish years.

Requests are still open but it might take a while for me to write them.

It might not be the best, and there are probably a lot of mistakes since English isn't my first language, so if you see any, please point them out :))

~Ciprese <3

Aragorn x reader with a dragon companion

• When you first met, he was probably shocked mainly because: one, he thought all dragons went extinct after Smaug was defeated, and two, you have a dragon companion. He didn't know which part was more shocking, but eventually, he has come to terms with the fact that you have a dragon as a companion

• I think he would be wary a bit at first because he knows what happened in Erebor and Dale, but once he realises that the dragon is nice as they get he calms eases eventually

•Would refuse to ride it at first. He would barely let you ride it even if you are experienced, but he would eventually drop it and let you do your own thing

•the first time he rode the dragon, he had a death grip on you, but eased into it after a while.

•Dragons are hoarders and possessive of their gold (if my memory is correct)

• Aragorn would get jealous of the dragon.

• The dragon would get jealous of Aragorn.

•Eventually they would come to peace, mainly because Aragorn bribed it with freshly hunted things (idk what the right word is I apologise)

•Soon enough the dragon loves Aragorn more than you, probably. Constantly following him like a shadow (if the space allows it, that is).

•After Sauron was defeated and Aragorn became the king and you a queen, he had a place built just for the dragon so it had a roof over its head and was free to rest whenever it wished to do so.

•If Aragorn had to visit another lord or wanted to visit his friends from the Fellowship, he'd use the dragon to get there, especially if it's on short notice.

•Will bring the dragon big pieces of meat, which you have told him to stop because the dragon is gaining weight. Aragorn apologises and starts doing it in secret.

#lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings x you #aragorn x reader #lord of the rings headcanon #lotr x reader #lord of the rings #lotr #aragorn

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What fandom do you think is the most comfortable and friendly from those you were in? What is the weirdest and most toxic one?

Based on my experience, which I know may differ from others, the X-men fandom has been the friendliest, at least in the parts I was (Charles/Erik). I am sure there's drama there, too, but I was fortunate not to encounter it.

The most toxic one is the House of the Dragon one. And this is coming from someone that's been in Star Wars fandom and all the Reylo wars, but HOTD takes the cake. It's a wild, wild ride, and sort of a masochistic adventure whenever I look through the tags.

I know HP fandom can be very toxic, but, for the most part, I've surrounded myself with likeminded people and in my corner of Tumblr/discord, things are usually fine. (Though Marauders TikTok fandom is as scary as it is laughable. Sometimes it makes me sad, other times it almost draws the troll out of me and makes me poke the bear, but I mostly abstain).

I almost attempted to dip my toes in the LOTR fandom, but I must have dropped in at a terrible moment, and I quickly realised I want nothing to do with it.

Baldur's Gate fandom is generally pleasant, but...well, let's say I am carefully optimistic.

Generally, the smallest fandoms are the friendliest and with the least amount of drama- by small, I mean, minuscule.

That being said, I never go on Twitter (or whatever it's called now) and my stints on TikTok are VERY brief, where I only follow a small handful of people. I think these two have the most potential for ugliness, so eliminating or severely restricting my use of them, certain improved my experience in fandom.

#fandom #fandom problems #harry potter #hotd #badur's gate 3

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Hi 👋🏻 how are you?

I was wondering if I could request a Halloween prompt with eddie please?

Reader doesn't quite understand his love of fantasy/LOTR/ DnD stuff but they love how passionate he is about it all.

So for Halloween as a surprise, they dress up in full fantasy outfit LOTR style and as soon as Eddie seems them, his mouth just drops 🥰

Thank you 😊 Hope you have a lovely day!

AN | Okay but dressing up for Eddie? Sold 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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You’d be lying if you said you fully understood Lord of the Rings or Dungeons and Dragons, or so many of the other things Eddie was into. It wasn’t that you didn’t try, oh you did, but things were just so complex that it was hard for you to follow and keep everything straight in your mind. But - you did love and understand Eddie, so you did your best to take part in his interests. After all, Eddie did the same for you, and that was one of the simple beauties of your relationship.

Halloween was just around the corner; it was the first one you were spending together as a couple, and it also happened to be both of your favorite holidays. And you came up with a brilliant way to celebrate the holiday and to do something a little special for Eddie. To be fair, it was a little selfish too; you had a feeling he would like your surprise and you’d get a little something out of it. But that was, of course, not required, but it wouldn’t hurt.

So as your little idea popped into your mind while you were showering and getting ready for school one morning, you decided that you were going to figure out exactly how to dress like one of his favorite characters from Lord of the Rings.

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“You’re awfully quiet,” you felt him brush his knuckles over your cheek as you looked up from your notebook. You snapped it shut before he could get a good look at it and shoved it into your backpack. Eddie chuckled quietly before taking your chin in his hand and turning your face to his, “what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, angel?”

“N-nothing,” you swallowed thickly and shook your head as best as you could in his tender grip, “just writing down some…stuff is all.”

“Some stuff,” he repeated as you nodded, “what kinda stuff? It must be something important if it’s got you so focused.”

“‘s not,” you circled your fingers delicately around his wrist before bringing his hand to your lips and pressing a soft, barely there kiss to his knuckles, “swear.”

“Whatever you say, little bee,” he gently booped the tip of your nose which caused you to giggle softly, “hey - I love you.”

“Oh,” your face warmed under those big, soft brown eyes as he beamed at you. He’d said those words to you at least a thousand times by now, but it still made your heart pitter-patter like mad and butterflies flutter in your tummy, “I love you too, Eddie bear.”

“You still wanna come round to mine later? Watch some movies and stuff?” Despite being your boyfriend and having been one and the same for some time now, he still grew nervous, his cheeks flushing a pretty, peachy pink. He relaxed when you nodded eagerly, “yeah?”

“Of course,” you pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek. He reached up and touched the spot where your lips had blessed his skin, “I’ll bring some snacks!”

“Sounds perfect, angel.”

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You were about half paying attention to the movie that played on the small TV in Eddie’s bedroom. The other half of your mind was focused on the finishing touches for your little costume surprise. You only had a few things left to get and then soon enough it would be Halloween.

“Eds?” you blurted out before your mind caught up to your mouth. He turned to you and raised an eyebrow before draping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side, “what color hair do elves have?”

He stiffened for a moment before pulling back and looking at you with curiosity twinkling in his pretty eyes, “why?”

“Just curious,” you smiled at him sheepishly, praying he wouldn’t dig too deeply, “no particular reason.”

“Mhmm,” his smile really was so pretty, teeth and dimples and those little crinkles in the corners of his eyes, “you’re up to something, angel, but I’m not going to push you…just yet.”

“Eds, love, I’m just asking,” you were trying your damnedest to appear cool and collected, “I remembered that one of the two mentioned an Elf character at Hellfire the other night. A-and the in the Lord of the Rings, when you’ve read it to me, there’s always elves. So…just curious.”

“I always wondered if you were really paying attention when I read to you,” he teased gently as grinned. Of course you did; you loved his voice and getting to hear him act out whatever he was reading at the time…even if it did lull you to sleep sometimes. But you chalked it up to just how calm and soothing his timbre was, “good to know you pay attention to me.”

“Always Eds. I love hearing you talk. Could do it forever and ever and then some more,” you promised as you leaned over and kissed his soft lips, “so…what color?”

“Calm down, pushy,” he stole another few sweet kisses, “if we’re talking DnD, different types of elves have different hair colors. Such as wood elves - they’re more likely to have darker hair to blend in. But in Tolkein’s world, more of them are either golden or silver haired. But there’s darker haired ones too but they’re often at - oh. I’m boring you, aren’t I?”

“No,” you were looking at him softly with starry eyes, “not at all, Eddie Munson. You are the most fascinating person I’ve ever met.”

“Sarcasm?”

“Absolutely not,” you threw yourself into his arms and he eagerly pulled you into his lap, his big, warm hands settling on your waist. Your hands found his shoulders and you leaned in towards him, letting your nose brush against his, “you’re my favorite person. I love you so much.”

“I love you so much and then some,” he promised, “my smart, pretty, wonderful girl.”

“Honey boy,” your smile was breathtaking as ever, “now tell me - what hair color is your favorite?”

“Yours!”

“For elves, doofus.”

“Still yours,” he laughed as you playfully rolled your eyes at him, “if I had to choose…I am a fan of Galadriel and Legolas, so I guess silver?”

“Noted, thank you very much kind sir,” you kissed his nose, “will you read to me now?”

“Dealer’s choice?”

“Always,” he reached over and pulled a book off his nightstand as you turned off the TV, “just want to lie down and have you take me on an adventure.”

“I can do that in a number of different ways, you know.”

“Eddie!” your whole face flushed with warmth as he just laughed, “read to me!”

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It was Halloween and your costume was ready. And you hoped it was perfect…well perhaps not perfect, but you hoped Eddie would like it. He’d been asking you what your plan was for weeks, but you kept him at bay and kept coming up with weak excuses such as that you weren’t even sure if you were going to dress up. But he knew - he knew you so damn well - that you were up to something. He decided that he’d just be pleasantly surprised.

But he was still pushy - this was Eddie Munson after all.

“Hey,” you picked a random t-shirt off the floor and tossed it at him, “no cheating or peeking!”

“I wasn’t!” you both knew his insistence was a lie.

“Oh?” you raised an eyebrow and pulled your bag towards you, “is that why you’re practically burning a hole into my bag with that stare?”

“Just wanted to make sure it wasn’t going anywhere,” his audacity never ceased to amaze you. You reached down to pick up your bag and took his chin in your hand as you tried to give him what you considered a stern look. His smile was so dopey but sticky sweet, “I like this side of you, when you get all rough, baby.”

“You’re the worst,” you placed a sloppy kiss to his cheeks before letting go, “now put on your costume and I’ll put mine on. You know Stevie’s gonna kill us if we’re late!”

“You’re the one that’s stalling right now baby,” your eyes narrowed at his cheeky grin, but you couldn’t even deny that he was right. He chuckled slightly as you huffed, “come on, gimme a kiss and then go change.”

“Fine,” you gave him the quickest of kisses before taking everything with you and darting into his small bathroom. You let out a nervous little breath as you discarded your normal clothes and started to pull on your costume. Weeks of planning all came down to this - and you hoped you hadn’t missed the mark.

Eddie’s costume had been simple enough to pull on - a vampire. You’d laughed when he told you and reminded him that he could basically just wear any of his normal clothes. He dropped the black and crimson cape around his shoulders and was about to put on the silly plastic fangs when his bedroom door creaked open and you slowly came into the room.

The first thing he noticed was the shy little expression on your pretty features which caused him to melt. Only after that did he notice your meticulously put together costume, complete with a long, silvery wig. His mouth opened and closed a few times as you held out your arms and gave him a little twirl. The fact that he was giving you that look made you feel more confident, “well? What do you think?”

“Elven princess? He almost choked on his words as you nodded eagerly. His eyes softened and his face grew slightly red, “t-that explains your sudden interests in elves. I knew you were up to something.”

“A little surprise,” you admitted, “I thought it would be fun…and I thought you might like it.”

“I love it,” he admitted, “it looks amazing. I mean, you’re always beautiful, but you’ve never been a beautiful elf before!”

“Well, thank you Mr. Vampire,” electric shivers ran down your spine as when he touched over the soft fabric on your arm, trailing his touch up and stopping at your throat, “so, elves? That’s what gets you going? Noted.”

“You,” he whispered, trailing his hand down your side and stopping at your waist, “you get me going, baby. You’re fucking amazing, you know that?”

“Duh,” you teased softly, picking up the cheap plastic fangs from his dresser and clacked them playfully, “you’re fucking amazing too, Eddie bear.”

“Can I kiss you?” you looked up to find him watching you with nervous eyes.

“Of course,” you nodded and leaned in but he quickly stopped with firm hands on your shoulders, “Eds?”

“I’m going to try and control myself but you’re making it really hard,” he closed his eyes and sighed as you giggled. Maybe you should dress up as fantasy characters more often if they got him this…bothered, “it’s just really hot, okay? You’re really hot and…”

“Do you think Steve would mind if we were a little late to his party?” your voice had a teasing lilt and he immediately caught what you were thinking. His pretty brown eyes were almost black with lust, “no offense, but you make a pretty sexy vampire.”

“I don’t think he’ll mind,” he response was boisterous and eager, making you giggle.

“One request.”

“Anything.”

“The plastic fangs stay on,” you raised an eyebrow suggestively and handed them back to him.

“Alight, well then I have one request for you.”

“Name it.”

“We make this little…costume deal a thing,” he smirked, “I could use a good luck little elven princess on Hellfire nights.”

“Deal,” you held out your hand which he eagerly and firmly shook.

“Deal,” he agreed, slipping the plastic into his mouth, “the thangs shtay on!”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #st

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notsopersonalcharlie · 3 months

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My Ranger

LOTR Ranger!Bucky x fem!reader

Note: Absolutely borrowed the concept of Ranger Bucky and serving girl reader from @witchywithwhiskey's LOTR masterlist. Obsessed.

Warnings: Minor mentions of casual groping, nothing else I don't think

You stacked another plate and then precariously balanced the last three glasses on your tray before carefully winding your way through the crowded tavern. It had been a busier night than you all had expected. A major part of the bridge had broken down just before sunset and with no other options but to stay in town, you had gathered double the number of patrons you were expecting. In addition to the spring festival starting up in a few days, every table, chair, barstool, and vague standing area had been occupied.

You dropped off the stack in the kitchen, where two of the tavern owner’s children were cleaning up in a large tub that was being constantly refilled. The tavern itself only had a few regular workers, never quite meant for a crowd this large unexpectedly. Both cooks and all four serving girls were run down as soon as the bridge crashed.

“We need two more orders of stew and bread!” You called over your shoulder already on your way out to get more orders and dishes. A number of the tables had been pushed aside to accommodate space for dancing. It was lively and full of laughter and it made it impossible not to smile while hollering across tables to catch people’s orders. Thankfully you had reached the part of the evening where most of the orders were ale or spirits, and you gratefully poured drink after drink, serving them to already half drunk dancers.

You watched the dancers wistfully, wondering what your own dance partner was doing now. You’d met James Barnes entirely by accident on his first passing through the town. His horse had been eating the flowers growing in your window box and when he knocked to apologize it was as if you’d both fallen in love at first glance. He had stayed in town days longer than he should have, and had to ride nearly non-stop for days to make it to the post he was headed for in time, but he came back as soon as he had been relieved to see you and on and on for the last three years. You never knew when he would be back, just that he always would.

You switched off with the tavern owner’s husband, picking up his place behind the bar to pour ales and collect coins along with Lyddie, who had arrived in town just a few weeks before to pick up any work she could ahead of the festival. Good timing for her too.

“There’s a man in the corner who’s been staring at you for far too long,” she said into your ear as you poured another ale and slid it across the bar for a copper piece. The man slid you three instead and winked. You worked hard not to roll your eyes as you tucked the extra coins into your pocket.

“Probably just another one of the band’s troop hoping to get their hands to less use.” The night before there had been a caravan full of young men on their way to perform at tomorrow’s opening day. Two of them had gotten handsy enough that some of the local men had tossed them out to the street. They had gotten a stern talking to by the troop leader, a bard who had come around before and was well respected, and both boys had sulked back in the morning to apologize for their actions. Boys never learned till they had been beat over the head.

“Perhaps. He looks alone though.” You carried on pouring and accepting coin into a safebox, smiling at the odd woman or two who pushed her way through the crowd for another drink. For the most part the women dancing with the men from out of town were locals in it for a joke or a fun night.

A whole cohort of the girls who weren’t supposed to technically be “women” till the weekend’s festival had arrived full of giggles and flowers in their hair and you and Lyddie were quickly tasked with keeping an eye on them. Which of course meant accepting a few dances of your own, but only with the practical men of the town who joked with you nightly and always slipped a couple silvers in your hands.

It wasn’t long before the girls had tired out and decided to rest at a table, and during a break in the music you overheard them.

“He’s been staring at the dancefloor.”

“Maybe he fancies one of us.”

“He must be a ranger, did you see how he’s dressed, and so mysterious!” The word ranger sent you spinning, following their eyeline to the corner where Lyddie had vaguely pointed before. There was a man, certainly a ranger, sitting in the shadows of the corner of the darkened windows. For a moment you couldn’t be certain, but he leaned forward so his blue eyes caught the light. He quirked his eyebrow, the ghost of a smile appearing across his lips. You nearly yelped out loud, ignoring the cries of the dancers you knocked out of the way, sailing into Bucky’s waiting arms.

“I hope you don’t react like that for all the strange men sitting in corners,” he whispered into your ear, holding you tight in his arms.

“You’ve been sat there all night and didn’t say a word?” You exclaimed, pulling back from him so you could hit him in the chest and get a better look at him. His hair had grown long as had his beard. Yet his blue eyes were shining bright with a grin just for you. The whole room had faded for a moment, but a whoop and it restarted in overwhelming song. Bucky reached into his pocket and pulled out a purple flower, a little bit crushed but it meant everything to you just the same. He tucked it behind your ear.

“A dance, my beautiful flower?”

“How could I ever refuse.” A dance turned to two, and the tavern owner all but shooed the two of you out the door with the promise that you would be back in the morning to make up any hours. She had dismissed you with a huff and told Bucky he should keep you away under all circumstances.

“Titan!” The horse was just as happy to see you as you were to see him, and practically led his own way to your small cottage once Bucky lifted you up into the saddle. He climbed up behind you, warm body pressed to your back, holding you tightly at the waist as he told you of the last many moons of adventures he had. He had been everything but bored it seemed.

“And you? What exciting times have been had here?”

“Oh, the bridge falling has been the most excitement in weeks. For a few days the river was frozen enough to walk on, but nothing else has been quite as remarkable as seeing you.” He laughed, the rumble in his chest warming you more than his cloak draped around the both of you and you leaned back closing your eyes and enjoying the absolutely safety in his arms.

“I’m certain that’s false. What of the baker’s daughter? Did she actually go to Gondor? And the new butcher shop! I saw it on my way to the Three Horseshoes. Joseph could not have enjoyed that.” You felt silly telling him the trivial happenings of your small town, but he listened avidly, engaging where he could and ensuring he had all the details to fit back into your life for however much longer he had here with you. By the time Titan had stopped to eat flowers from your window box, Bucky was laughing, sliding down and catching you in his arms as you completed the tale of pulling the Blacksmith from the well down the hill near the town square.

He frowned when you were suddenly serious after he cleaned up Titan in the barn.

“Darling, what’s wrong?”

“You’ll be gone again soon, won’t you? War brewing in the East, raids in the south. You can’t have much time here at all.” A sad smile overtook his frown, and Bucky pulled you close, pushing your hair away so he could rest his hand on you cheek.

“I know not how long I can stay with you, but I do know that I will spend every moment of it with you, present and attention all for you.” You accepted his solemn promise with a long kiss, his hand pressing your lips close and his arm holding your bodies closer.

“And I will start with all my attention on you as soon as we get inside.”

#charliewrites #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #lord of the rings au

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joys-of-everyday · 9 months

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MXTX's women

Let's do ✨discourse™✨

Addendum: I checked out twitter (x now?) for the first time in ages and... um... maybe this isn't a good time for discourse. But hey, I love mxtx so I'm just going to do a Shen Yuan and pretend absolutely everything is fine.

I feel like a lot of the discourse around MXTX and sexism don't hit the mark? Things like 'there are few female characters', 'the female characters die', 'the female characters don't hold positions of power' are not indications as to whether a piece of work standing on its own is sexist. For example, you could write an entire novel about a sexless robot (which miserably fails the Bechdel test because there is only one character) and that says nothing about whether the work itself is sexist. This is an caricature of an example and of course, overall trends give a very different picture to individual works, so its not to take such works off the hook either. Similarly, including sexist troupes isn't inherently sexist, but equally arguing something is a 'critique' isn't a shield against criticism. Critique can be done badly, critique can become outdated, critique itself can be critiqued.

But equally the counterargument to this can't entirely be 'but look at x, y, and z - aren't they great female characters?'. Look, I love mxtx's women. I can write essays (plural) about mxtx's women. Many people already have. Then again, Eowyn from lotr is arguably a pretty deep character, but I would have problems if lotr was the best example of female representation we could come up with. The point being, the existence (or lack thereof) of strong female characters isn't (entirely) the point, even though it's often made out to be. Don't get me wrong, good female representation without strong female characters is... erm... hard. But if it was the crux of the argument, the discourse could be killed in three tumblr posts.

The bigger question(s) (possibly) is: What is its intent? How is that intent received?

SVSSS, MDZS, and TGCF are all extremely different pieces of work. SVSSS in particular stands out, because at its heart, it is satire. While debates around what kind of comedy is and isn't good exist independently of SVSSS, needless to say, judging satire in the same way you would say a murder mystery or a romantic fantasy is not advisable. Sha Hualing is a sexy demon lady whose clothes rip off in the middle of a battle. Why? Because that's saying something about a particular trope of a particular genre.

(Side note: I have opinions on how we shove different BLs together when they really shouldn't be under the same umbrella and how this muddies the discourse unnecessarily. I'm talking about Killing Stalking btw)

For SVSSS, if you get it, you get it (it's impossible to read without understanding this). While some loose threads exist about how female characters could have been more developed... man, do you know how much development my boy Mu Qingfang got? You're not sexist if you punch everyone (only half ironic here). (In terms of character development I also think this might be a fandom thing as well as a SVSSS thing.) But I think more relevantly, SVSSS tells you something about the way MXTX writes critique.

If you didn't notice, SVSSS is critique on two levels. First is the blatant critique of the harem genre, and the second is more subtle critique on BL, on fandoms, on webnovels, on literature. But while we get Shen Qingqiu's commentary guiding us through the first bit, this drops during the second bit. It takes Shen Qingqiu so long to realise that what he's living through is a crazy mishmash of BL tropes that the only narration you get on this is Pure Confusion. To realise Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu's early interactions is commentary on the 'dark and obsessive love' trope, you need to immediately realise that Shen Qingqiu telling you Luo Binghe is trying to kill him is just... Wrong. So (possibly, ofc I've no idea what's going on in the author's head) the intent is critique. But intent is meaningless without it being conveyed to the reader. So how are we meant to 'realise' what is going on?

Firstly, MXTX tells you. Shen Qingqiu goes: 'damn Luo Binghe isn't acting like in those weird danmei novels' and you're meant to go 'oh weird danmei novels I know about those'. Second is her very obvious use of tropes (even flagged!). 'Clothes rip/disappear in the middle of a serious situation, isn't this weird? Where have we seen that before?'. And thirdly, by introducing a sense of absurdity. Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu's relationship is presented in such an unconventional way (the master-disciple pair which generated a famous porno!) that it forces you to engage with it critically.

Okay, so what does that have to do with sexism? Take MDZS. We have a set of very tropey characters - 'the older sister', 'the scary mother', 'the strong independent woman', 'the damsel in distress'. We have explorations and subversions that go beyond tropes: Jiang Yanli's character shaped by her experiences in an abuse household, Yu Ziyuan's pride and loyalty, Wen Qing's well... everything, and Mianmian needs no explanation. We have flags to tell us we are meant to care about these issues: most obviously Mianmian experiencing gendered harassment for speaking up. All the women die! Yeah, isn't that a problem. Because it's the women sacrificing themselves, women silently taking on burdens, women chained by the circumstances of the world around them and still making choices about what is important to them (and it's often not themselves). The women aren't in positions of power/aren't shown to be as competent as the men! They're literally put down when they speak up, and don't the wives have a great time with their husbands. MDZS is critique of society. MDZS's women too are a critique of the society they (we) live in.

But not all critique is good critique! The first way that critique can fail is if it just isn't registered as critique by the reader. And this isn't always on the reader. If the author isn't clear enough on this, then they have failed to execute the intent of their work. And to this extent, I've heard enough people say that MDZS is maybe sexist as a first reaction (myself included) to think that yeah, maybe this wasn't well done. The flags are scarce. The subversions of tropes are subtle enough to be missed in it's entirety. Then again, MDZS often ends up as people's gateway piece into danmei, when it is probably better understood with more context - for me, coming back to MDZS after a big BL reading spree was exceptionally enlightening. As to whether it could have been better done in the bounds of the genre, without detracting from the banging story it was... I honestly don't know.

One way to go about it is, well... TGCF. Here everything is laid out to you to an almost bizarre degree. 'Look, isn't this a Hard Question' the narrative stops to tell you at multiple points, from Bai Wuxiang and Xie Lian's back and forths, to 'I don't know if what I did was right' speeches on a regular basis (maybe not regular but it was enough to notice). The troupes are still there but their twists are far more obvious. Xuan Ji is the 'deranged woman' who is (we are told multiple times) surprisingly normal and competent when she isn't around Pei Ming. Yushi Huang and Banyue are just obviously strong, competent, and in positions of power. Shi Qingxuan shines in all of her wonder, kindness, and unfortune. The flags are more glaring as well: Just Pei Ming's Existence, Ling Wen's whole backstory, Jian Lan's tragedy... And it probably worked? Since people seem to complain significantly less about any supposed sexism of TGCF.

Do I like it? I like elements of it. Ling Wen is honestly great.

But I love the subtlety with which MDZS weaves its themes and tbh I think some of the magic was lost there. (I love TGCF to bits for different reasons but yeah)

Does MXTX's writing of women merit discussion? Of course, everything merits discussion. Particularly MXTX's works which rely so heavily on genre tropes to craft themes. Is MXTX's work sexist? Idk, I would say no, but these things are Hard Questions.

But my feeling? My true feeling? At the very least, it is So. Much. Better. than a huge amount of work that tries to be feminist and pitifully fails.

My current pet peeve is the 'strong independent woman'. Depicting a sexist society then including a 'strong independent women' with no true appreciation of the realistic struggles she would face, as if the only barriers that we face within these societies is to stop being a loser... is worse in my books than not including any women at all. Or 'strong independent women' who turn out to be utterly pathetic and in constant need of saving. Or 'strong independent women' who have no other personality than being the 'strong independent woman'. The intent here is to come across as feminist and progressive without critically engaging in anything. It's paper thin.

Ultimately, the core theme of MDZS and TGCF isn't about women's experiences (whereas SVSSS is, I would argue, right into the nooks and crannies). Do these works explore such themes to the extent it explore privilege, conflict, and oppression? Not really. But you can't do everything - the role of an author is inherently about choosing what to prioritise. And given what it does do, I think it does some pretty neat things.

#mxtx meta #svsss #mdzs #tgcf

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How is that for a thank you ? || Eddie Munson x fem!reader (part. 2)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!henderson!reader

Warning: 18+smut (minors dni), use of weed, swearing, mention of death, a bit of a spoiler for season 4 (fix-it fic)

Summary: part 2. to this. we finally get to the smut. ENJOY BABES

A/N: Sorry for the delay, I came back from holidays and it turns out that writing good smut in a language that is not your own is waaaay more difficult than I remembered. I'm quite the perfectionist so I took the time to craft something that I would not regret putting on the internet. hope you enjoy! don't forget to like/reblog/tell me what you thought about it blablabla. might write a part. 3 with good ole morning smut. we shall see. (friendly reminder: i am french so if you see mistakes or typos... no u didn't)

Tags: use of y/n, fem!reader, henderson!reader, reader is dustin older sister, reader saved eddie from the dermobats, and now she can’t sleep so she goes to him, you can guess what happens next, use of weed, swearing, mention of death, ennemies to lovers, mild smut in part. 1 (making out, hickeys, hair pulling), heavier smut in part. 2 (dirty talk, oral (both m and f receiving), rough sex, choking, pet names, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tape it!!) switch!eddie, switch!reader, dumbasses in love), angst, but also fluff and tenderness, Eddie has self-esteem issue because of his scars and reader conforts him, fix-it fic, season 4 ends very differently, reader is a theater kid and a Shakespeare fan, they make lotr references while fuckin SUE ME

Word count: 4.7k

Taglist: @thikkiesixx - @kiarabellerum31 - @chloebeansack

Eddie was dragging her towards his bedroom, their lips only parting when they needed to breath, their hands only leaving each other’s bodies to open the door and their breathing now in such perfect harmony that Y/N could swear that they were sharing a pair of lungs. She felt the back of her knee bump into Eddie’s bed and immediately sat, pulling the metalhead to her. One hand was on his cheek and the other, palming the promising tent that had formed behind his jeans. Of course he was big, she always had the instinct that Eddie Munson would not disappoint in this department.

“Easy, princess.” Eddie growled against her lips, dropping on his knees before her. “I have to give thanks to the valiant warrior that saved my mediocre existence from a certain death, remember?” His skillful hands rapidly unknotted the lace of her boots, removing them in a hurry. Once they were gone, as well as her socks, he planted a kiss on the sole of both of her feet. The act surprised Y/N by its deference and she shivered at the sight of a disheveled Eddie Munson, staring at her like she was a goddess. A pool of heat was forming in her underwear and she bit her lips, wordlessly calling Eddie to her. And he heard her. She refused to ask or to beg. She wanted to be in control but when she felt his hands casually finding their way to her thighs, she realized that this battle would not be an easy win. But fuck it. Defeat didn’t sound so dreadful now that Eddie was tantalizingly playing with the buttons of her jeans.

“For fuck’s sake, Munson!” She cried when he finally started to undress her, but always with a deliberately indolent pace. “If you don’t touch me now, I swear I’m going to leave you there and-“ She choked on her words. Without a warning, Eddie had ripped her panties from her body and parted her dripping fold with a single finger.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He panted, his face approaching her burning cunt. “Not when you’re so wet and warm and mine.”

Y/N did not had the strength to repress the moan that left her throat when she finally felt his tongue on her. She was no virgin, having already had a few boyfriends before, but this was different. Maybe it was because Eddie actually knew what he was doing, his tongue tracing unknown patterns on her velvety flesh. Maybe it was because he now lapped at her clit – fuck, she didn’t even had to help him find it - like a parched man. Maybe it was because he was genuinely enjoying the act, humming as Y/N bucked her hips, trying to create even more friction between his face and her slit.

“Patience, my dear.” Eddie chuckled at her eager reaction and he placed both of his hands of her hipbones to keep her still. His gentle pressure on her body was like electricity to Y/N. She gasped and, without thinking, her right hand let go of the sheets that she was clutching seconds ago to intertwine her fingers with Eddie’s. She acted on pure instinct and the look that he gave her, his boyish grin spreading to his soft dimples, made her shiver once more. She leaned her head back, muffling another moan as Eddie flattened his tongue on her core.

“Don’t.” He croaked between two feverish strokes and Y/N felt the vibration of his deep voice in every fiber of heir being. “Wanna hear you.” A kiss pressed on her thigh. “Want all of this shitty town to hear you.” Lips turned into teeth, kiss shifted into sting. “Let em’ know.” He was marking her, claiming her and the thought of her body carrying his print deepened the sudden wave of pleasure that shook her as she felt one of his fingers playing with the entrance of her cunt. “Let em’ know who got you drenched.”

“You’ll h-have to d-do b-better than that, Munson” Her back was arching so much that Y/N felt like she was on the verge of snapping. She thought she knew her body, how pleasure altered it but God, how wrong had she been. Because has soon as Eddie Munson swiftly introduced his forefinger into the blazing fire that was burning inside of her, nothing mattered anymore except him. “O-o-oh FUCK!”

Eddie chuckled against her sex and another finger joined the fun while he gently pressed a trail of sloppy kisses on the apex of her mount. “Better, princess?” But if Y/N sensed a touch of teasing, there was also a genuine warmth in his laugh and soon she was joining him in his merriment.

“Shit, Munson” The side of her face was pressed into the mattress, a mouth agape as her teeth pressed into her lower lip. The wave of euphoria that was threatening to take over her body sharper and sharper as Eddie persisting on making her feel in a way that had been unknown to her before this night. He was relentless, now three digits deep into her, curling them so that they could reach a very special spot that made Y/N feel like she might pass away from such pleasure. His tongue played with her clit with a ruthless dexterity and if the combination of the two hadn’t been enough, Eddie’s moans filled the air of the trailer, harmonizing with Y/N’s whimpers. “You really are a freak, aren’t you?”

“Trust me, doll, you ain’t seen nothing yet” Eddie’s husky voice was breathy and there was a form of natural authority in his tone that sent Y/N over the edge. Suddenly, everything was too much as a shattering tide took over her. She couldn’t see anything, she could only feel and feel and feel as the delirium turned her sobs into a cry. She heard Eddie, whose lips were back to the flesh of her tights and Y/N would have been incapable of discerning if she was actually hearing his voice or simply feeling the vibration of his shout into her body, translating the sensation into words.

“Fuck, princess, you’re taking me so well, you’re such a good girl, aren’t you? You got the sweetest pussy I’ve ever seen – shit – never, never gonna touch another one after – oh you got more ?- after you.” His fingers slowly exited her and Y/N cried at the lost touch. She suddenly felt empty and without thinking, she took the hand that had spent the last minutes inside of her cunt and wrapped her lips around Eddie’s soaked fingers. There was a surprising bitterness in her juices but Y/N didn’t have the time to examine it. Bluntly, a scent of smoke descended upon her and Eddie replaced his fingers with his lips.

“Fuck, that was the hottest thing ever.” He smiled against her and Y/N slightly parted her mouth, welcoming his tongue with her own. This kiss was almost kind, and for a moment, it was as though time had stopped.

Y/N’s entire body was ablaze, blurry from the aftermath of what had surely been the most powerful orgasm of those eighteen years spent on earth. But still, she knew that the show was far from being over and that after giving so much, her partner was more than deserving of a little reward. With shaky hands, she slowly pull herself back in a sitting position, breaking the kiss so that her face would be perfectly situated in front of her new focus point : Eddie Munson’s clothed erection.

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Eddie felt like he was in a trance. In all honesty, he had imagined, dreamed about and even jerked to this scenario multiple times. Y/N Henderson, the bane of his existence and yet the object of all his desires, no matter how borderline pornographic they were, slowly unclasping his belt, her half-hooded gaze fixed on him as she began to undo his zipper. He could have creamed his pants at this very picture. But nothing could have prepared him for what happened next.

She rolled down his jeans and boxer, leaving no room for imagination as his cock proudly stood, already leaking with pre-cum. He wanted her. God, he had wanted her for ages and he was just realizing it now. Eddie was beginning to comprehend that what he had mistaken for exasperation or annoyance was just pure desire. He sincerely believed that it was just anger that had made him dream about fucking Y/N on his Hellfire’s throne or in the back of his van or even against that damn wood table in the woods behind Hawkins High. But if Eddie Munson was angry when he was aggressively pumping himself to the thought of her bare ass against his pelvis, he was only angry at himself for not having the courage to actually do something about it. It could have been easy. Her little brother worshipped him, he didn’t need any excuses to hang out at her house and they even shared a couple of classes. But Eddie was convinced that Y/N would never see him in such a light. He had thought once that his attraction was one-sided, but boy, he couldn’t have been more wrong.

And like she was trying to prove his ignorance to him, Y/N slowly pressed her tongue on the palm of her dominant hand, licking it entirely and before Eddie could voice his surprise, this very hand was on his shaft and he was lost. There was no way he could go back to taking himself in hand now that he knew what it felt to have Y/N stroking his length, applying just the right amount of pressure and speed. The only that was missing was-

« Oh fuck-fuck-fuck. »

She had delicately wrapped her glossy lips around him and the sensation of ecstasy that was building inside him sharpened almost instantly. Her cock was gliding inside of her mouth, the tip finding its path all the way to her throat. She was taking him almost entirely and what couldn’t fit inside of her, she stroked it, leaving not one inch unattended.

« H-holy shit p-princess » He shuttered « Fuck, you got the face of a saint but the mouth of a-a - shit- a sinner. »

Y/N hummed with content and the vibration almost pushed Eddie to the edge. She parted her lips to speak but her hand refused to let go of his dick and her not-so-gentle ministrations continued.

« Wait ´till you see the rest of me. » she humored with a wink and before Eddie could jab back, she ran her tongue on his length, following the route of a particularly prominent vein on his underside. She was killing him. There was something unexpected about this, about the way she was seemingly enjoying this, finding pleasure in offering some to him. Eddie the freak Munson. Eddie the Banished. Eddie the idiot for whom she had been willing to risk her life. But now was not the time to dwell on the past, no matter how recent it was. A kiss, softly pressed at the base of his cock, brought Eddie back to a much more enjoyable reality. Y/N was alternating between stroking, licking and kissing every part of his being. She then engulfed him almost entirely and narrowed her cheeks, staring at him with a gleam that couldn’t let Eddie mistaken. She knew what she was doing. And she loved it.

« W-wait! Sweetheart, wait! » Eddie never thought that he would have to refrain his own hips from bucking into the mouth of a girl who was giving him what was definitively the best blowjob of his life (not that he had received that many, truth to be told). Y/N let him go from her lips with a distinct « pop! » and the gentle feeling of her shaky breath on his sensitive tip made Eddie shudder, again. « M’ never going to last if you keep doing that and tonight » He took her face between his hands, kneeling so that they were now both at the same level and he pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. « I want to » His lips were now on her cheeks, barely touching them. « Finish » Her jaw was next, and the kiss always more tender « Inside » Then, her nose « Of you ». Eddie had saved Y/N’s lips for last and if the tone of his voice was teeming with lust, his mouth seemed to be carrying a devotion that was almost chaste.

“C’mere, pretty boy” Her inflection was but a murmur but the urge behind it was more pressing than if Y/N had shouted it. Eddie wasted no time, their kiss deepening while he towered above her frame, one hand finding its way on the back of her neck while the other grasped one of her thighs, maneuvering her so that she would lay underneath him on a bed that definitely would soon be adorned with new stains. “I’ll be good to you if you’re good to me.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” The metalhead chuckled, his nose pressed at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Y/N giggled at the touch and Eddie made a mental note to find new ways to make her laugh afterwards because this sound was like a symphony to his ears. “I believe you’ll find out soon enough” She tilted her head to him, capturing his lips with hers and the laugh became a moan. Gone was the tenderness, only existed the need for each other. Y/N’s hands were now traveling from Eddie’s shoulders to his lower back, her fingernails gently grazing the fabric of his shirt. Once at the hem, she pinched the clothing between her fingers and started to pull it up.

“Wait.” Eddie blurted, his word an echo of the scene that had taken place a few minutes before. Only this time, his hesitation was not related to an imminent orgasm but it was due to what Eddie could best describe as a form of reticence, modesty even. Y/N probably felt it because her hands were suddenly framing his face with care. “Are you okay?” She inquired, her voice barely a whisper. “Did I do something… wrong?” There was no accusation in her tone, only a sincere concern that made Eddie’s heart twitch.

“No-not at all, angel.” He hesitated, trying to find the right words to accurately describe to Y/N what was going on in that somewhat crazy head of his. “It’s just that-“ Again, he paused, biting his lips as if that would provide some sort of inspiration.

“Hey” Y/N murmured, one of her thumb tracing delicate circles against the skin of his cheek “That’s okay, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, trust me sweetheart, I want to.” Eddie’s chuckle was almost a cry as he covered her hand with his. “I want you.” He pressed his lips into the palm of her hand, searching for courage in the subtle labyrinth of her lines. “I want you so much it’s actually driving me mad. But… But I’m afraid that you will not want me anymore if you see me without the shirt. You see, those fucking dermobats, they kinda took a few pieces of me before dropping dead. Like a little souvenir, y’know? Anyway, I was never picture perfect but now…” He sighed, closing his eyes. “I mean, those scars… They pretty bad.”

Y/N stayed silent for a moment and Eddie feared that he had ruined anything, like he always seemed to do, and that she would soon be running away from him. He didn’t dare to open his eyes, the hurt would be too intense if he saw the rejection in her eyes. Slowly, he felt her moving beneath him, removing her hands from his face and he flinched, preparing himself for the inevitable emptiness that would follow once she would have left the bed. But she didn’t push him away or wormed her way out. Eddie heard the distinct sound of fabric, he felt Y/N shifting and his curiosity got the best of him. He opened his eyes.

Y/N laid there, her shirt now on the floor of his bedroom. Naked. The perfection of her body left Eddie breathless. He had seen his fair share of the female anatomy, but most of it had came from magazines or porn movies. It was nothing compared to the pure realness of seeing her bare in his sheets. The soft curve of her stomach, the oh so enticing prospect of her breasts, the freckles that seemed to form an entire galaxy on her body and… the scars.

“I’ve got my share of souvenir from the Upside Down, remember?” Her hand found his again, only this time she placed it on her side, where a rosy wound had taken place. Eddie wanted to slap himself for forgetting that she had been there. That she had fought with him. Not only with you, but for you, he pondered. “I found it happens when you basically save the world.” There was a humor in her voice that was contagious, and Eddie found himself smiling. “And truth to be told, I always thought scars were extremely sexy.”

“Oh, really?” He teased, marveling at how prodigious it as that she had shifted the tone of the conversation back to a playful, flirty exchange.

“Totally dig that shit.” Y/N nodded enthusiastically. “Makes me feel like I’m about to fuck Aragorn.”

This time, Eddie couldn’t repress the burst of laughter that left his lips. Y/N joined him and in a minute, all of his inhibitions were forgotten. She, the girl of his (wet) dreams, was laying on his bed, naked, beautiful, comfortable enough to show her own scars to him and now she was making Lord of the Rings references? If there was a God up there, he was really on Eddie’s side.

“Well, in that case, can’t keep my Evenstar waiting, can I?” Eddie acted quickly, like he was ripping a band-aid off. Don’t think, just move. He tossed his shirt on the floor and winced at the feeling of his skin, bared and exposed. But before he could mumble any kind of apologies for his appearance, Y/N was pressing her mouth on his torso. With a gentle fever, she travelled across his damaged skin, pecking each of his flaws. She didn’t speak and Eddie was grateful for her silence, for he knew that she was conveying much more by her actions. She ended at the scar that was just below his left collarbone, where a creature had left a nasty scratch, disfiguring the tattoo of a demon that once spread there.

“Yup.” She hummed, almost as if she was speaking to herself. “Extremely sexy.” She pressed her nose in Eddie’s neck and the sudden intimacy of it was suddenly too much. He needed her, needed to be inside of her and his cock seemed to agree as it twitched against her. A soft moan escaped Y/N’s lips, quickly turning into a chuckle. “Is that Andúril in your pocket Munson, or you’re just happy to see me?”

“Jesus, Henderson, shut up!” Eddie giggled, shaking his head. There was no animosity in his voice, only warmth. And Y/N must have felt it as well, because she titled her head and with a wink, she simply answered “Make me.”

Their lips reunited once again, without a word. There was no need for it anymore, their bodies dancing in synchronicity, the constant caress of skin against skin resulting in a harmony of moans and whimpers. Eddie reached his hand to the nightstand, having still enough senses to remember that a condom would soon be necessary. Y/N stopped him, her grip gentle on his wrist.

“We don’t need to.” She smiled, and it was as if she was telling him a secret. “I’m on the pill.”

“Y-you sure?” Eddie almost choked, the thought of fucking her raw almost enough to make him burst like a schoolboy. Y/N lightly chuckled at his reaction, and she brought his hand back to her soaked cunt.

“I’m sure.” She whined as his fingers found the way to her clit. “Just fuck me Munson, I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

Eddie didn’t need any other words of encouragement. He took himself in hands, gave his throbbing cock a few strokes and positioned himself at her entrance. He searched for a gaze and Y/N gave him a quick nod before he plunged into her warmth.

Time stood still. Mouths opened in unison, bodies so deeply intertwined that it was as though they had never been apart. The atmosphere shifted and when Y/N finally spoke, after what felt like a blissful eternity, she pleaded his name.

“Eddie.”

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Y/N realized as she spoke that it was the first time that she was calling him by his first name tonight, and the sheer intimacy of it made her gasp for air. He was everywhere. He had always been a part of her, like a seed planted in the soil of her being, that had grown unbeknownst and that now stood haughtily. She couldn’t escape it now, not even if she had decided to flee this bed, this bedroom, this city. He would follow her no matter where she went. He would know how to find her. It was too late. It was ecstatically too late.

“Eddie, please, move.” Y/N implored, desperate for more. He was so deep inside of her, and yet that was not enough. But what could be enough with him? Would she ever be satisfied?

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so tight.” Eddie groaned, pressing his lips against the flesh of her neck as he began to pull out, ever so slowly that Y/N felt like crying. “S-so tight and so wet and fuck baby, is all of that for me?” He slammed into her as the last word left his mouth and she sobbed instantly. He was even deeper now and it was like his cock was in her chest.

“S’all for you” Y/N rocked her hips against his pelvis, beginning a luscious dance. “Only for you, Eddie – shit, you’re so big, so good to me”

“M’never gonna last baby doll, fu-u-u-uck you’re clutching me so-o-o good, you’re such a good girl.”

The praise made her insane, years of searching for academic validation turned into a frantic urgency to please him, to make him say those words again. And Eddie clearly understood it by the way she moaned, head tilted backward, fingernails sinking into the skin of his back.

“Christ, does that turn you on?” His mouth was at her ear, lower than ever and yet louder than a storm. “You look insanely hot right now, makes me want to fuck you again and again and again.” He repeated, each word synchronized with his thrusts.

“Please” Y/N urged, on the verge of crying “Please don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”

“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

She couldn’t speak anymore after that. Words escaped her mouth like raindrops would flee from a thick cloud, begging to reach the ground. The pleasure was immense, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. His cock glided against the silky walls of her pussy with such swiftness, always crashing into that very special spot that made Y/N feel like she was about to inflame. She was grasping onto Eddie’s back with desperation, hunting for contact. His dick wasn’t enough, she needed to feel his lips on hers, she craved the touch of his hand on her neck, even the brush of his long hair, matted with sweat, against her skin was enough to make her howl.

“M’ almost there Eddie” Y/N cried as another wave of pleasure took over her, threatening to shatter her soul into a million pieces.

“I got you.” He pressed his thumb onto her clit, tracing excruciating circles against the blazing nerve. “M’ gonna make you cum, will you come for me sweetheart?”

“Oh fuck, yes, yes I will!” Hot tears sprung from her eyes but she felt no shame. She couldn’t be ashamed of how Eddie was making her feel, especially when he collected the drops with his plump lips, as if he was drinking the sweetest nectar. “Make me cum, please, Eddie. Wanna cum for you so bad.”

“Good girl” His thrusts became needier and the drenched sounds of his cock into her made Y/N moan with delight. “Christ, baby, you’re amazing, you know that? I can’t believe I get to fuck you, get to fill you up with my cum.”

“Fill me”” Y/N required in a growl “Mark me, make me yours.”

“You mine?” Eddie’s voice was peculiarly soft, a striking opposition to the rhythm of his body. “Cause I have to tell you, Y/N, I am yours.”

“Y-yes ! Yes, Eddie, I’m yours, I’m all yours!”

There was no point in denying it now. The truth laid bare and Eddie pulled Y/N against him for a kiss, somewhat tender despite the clash of tongue and teeth. Her vision blurred and a piercing flash of pleasure stroke her. She felt her walls clenching around Eddie’s dick, the juices of her orgasm wrapping him as he reached his own zenith a few seconds after her. He moaned her name and his dick twitched, his warm liquids painting the walls of her cunt. Their hips kept thrusting against each other, riding their common orgasm until the very end. They laid silent for a moment, once they had both given each other a taste of heaven. Eddie’s face was almost hidden in the crook of Y/N’s neck, still inside of her, his cock slowly softening. She was stroking his hair with one hand and his back with the other.

“That was-” Eddie finally spoke but Y/N ended his sentence “- out of this world”

“I was gonna say ‘amazing’ but that works too I guess” He chuckled against her skin and slowly pushed himself up and out of her. She winced at his exit and he pressed tender kisses on her sweat-covered skin. “I know, babe. But I gotta clean you up now.”

Eddie swiftly jumped out of the bed and started rummaging through and old drawer. Y/N gazed at how the subtle muscles of his back moved, delicate pearls of sweat adorning his pale skin, dousing him in an opalescent glaze. He finally paused and with a “Aha! Found it!”, he turned around, revealing the clean towel in his hand. Eddie returned to the bed, positioning himself between Y/N thighs and started his gentle ministrations. He was focused yet devoted and Y/N smiled at the sight of his tongue pointing out of his mouth while he tenderly removed the remains of his juices from her warm skin. He looked adorable and as soon as Eddie had finished cleaning the both of them, she wrapped her arms against his neck to bring him close to her.

“C’mere” She softly demanded. “Wanna hug you.”

“You do?” He appeared to be genuinely taken aback by her request and Y/N nodded, slipping one of her legs between his thighs to further the embrace.

“I do.”

I do want to hug you.

I do want this to be more than a one-time thing.

I do want you.

There was a lot that she was trying to convey with those two words, but she lacked the courage, for now. Eddie seemed to understand it and he pressed her frame against his body. His mouth pressed soft pecks onto her temple and Y/N hummed with content, sleep finally taking over her body.

“I’d walk onto Mordor for you, you know.”

His voice was barely a whisper and for a second, Y/N thought that she had dreamed it. But it was real and it was now.

“I know.” She closed her eyes, unable to look at him before she spoke again “And I’d do the same for you.”

“Oh, love, I think you already did when you turned up to smash those fuckin’ bats, looking sexy as hell while telling me I was a fuckin’ idiot.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Y/N smiled against his lips, giving him a gentle kiss. “I’d do it again. Even if you are a fuckin’ idiot.”

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