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monster-disaster · 7 months

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[elf] Everen

elf!Everen x human!Reader Good to know: smut

Summary: Your boss demands you to go after him into the woods.

For long seconds, the ringing of your phone seems unreal and far away. It needs time to break through your dreams, and when it does, you can't help but groan into the darkness of your room. You are disoriented and confused. Your phone doesn't stop vibrating on the nightstand next to you. The bluish light of the screen illuminates the ceiling. It blinds you for a second as you turn on your back and grab the small device. You have to force yourself to stay awake even though tears gather and escape from the corner of your eyes because of the sudden light. You can barely see the picture of your boss with his name at the bottom. You groan again.

"Mad?" His voice breaks the silence of your room. You can see him frowning on the screen. His thick, almost white brows cause a deep wrinkle between them. "It's me," you croak out. You don't even have enough energy to react to the stupid nickname he gave you years ago. Reaching out for the small lamp, you turn it on. "Did I wake you?" You glance up at the clock in the corner of your phone. It's almost one o'clock. "What do you think?" "You look like shit." "What do you want, Everen?" You ask him impatiently. Your voice is still hoarse with sleep but more steady and strict. "I need you to come here." Long seconds pass in silence before you snap. "What do you want now?" "I'm going crazy here," he says, looking around wherever he is. The only thing you can see behind him is a window with curtains. "You can't be serious," you breathe out your frustration. "You are barely there for twelve hours." "So?" You groan. "Then come home!" "I can't," he argues. "I need this." "Then why do you want me there?" You snap at him again. "You are my personal assistant, no?" He asks. "You have to do what I say." Your resignation is at the tip of your tongue, but you gulp it down at the last moment. "You are five hours away, Everen. You can't be serious." "Do I look like I'm joking?" He asks back. You don't even have to look at him to know he is not joking. You are not even sure if he can do that. "You can be here by the morning." You have to close your eyes to keep your calm. "I arrive when I arrive!" "Fine," he grunts, and you end the call.

Fucking unbelievable!

You met Everen when you finished college. He needed someone he could order around, and you needed a job to keep a roof over your head. It was a match made in hell.

The elf writes fantasy. And he is good at them. Really good. He is popular, and his books are bestsellers. Everen is lucky his personality doesn't show on the pages. He is headstrong, mean, and spoiled. Most of the time, you feel like a babysitter.

At first, he only used you to get him coffee, do his shopping, and keep in contact with his publisher, so he didn't have to. As the years went by, he asked for, or demanded, help with his stories. Read them and give them your honest opinion. Point out the mistakes and drag down his ego. Well, he didn't ask for the latter, but you like to do it nonetheless. Besides the salary, this is the only perk of your job.

After sleeping for a few hours more, you pack your things and begin your journey to Ironridge.

Everen decided to turn his back on the city when two months passed without him writing anything. The elf is sure he only needs some solitude and nature to clear his head and finish his book in time. There are two problems, though: he hates being alone, and he has no survival skills in nature, even though you know there is a town just a ride away, and he has a perfectly good cabin in the woods.

"What?" You ask him when you get out of the car, and Everen just stares at you without a word. He sits on the porch with a mug in his hands. "You are here," he states, and you freeze. "You asked me to come, remember?" Gods, if he says he wasn't serious you will kill him. Nobody knows you are here, and the forest is big enough to hide his body. Everen scoffs. "Of course, I remember!" "Good," you nod, grabbing your things to take them into the house. As you stop next to him in front of the entrance of the cabin, you notice what he wears. His boots are too new and useless for the woods, and his jeans are too tight to be comfortable. The red flannel shirt is something you never thought you would see on him. "You look ridiculous," you tell him before disappearing into the house.

The place is small. There is barely enough space for a kitchen and a living room with a couch and fireplace. The bathroom and the bedroom are next to each other at the back.

Oh, right, where are you going to sleep?

"The couch is comfortable," Everen says from behind you.

Right. Of course.

"Always a gentleman."

After putting down your things and grabbing a mug to pour yourself some coffee, you turn your attention back to the elf. "So, what did you do yesterday?" You ask him. "Did you write something or go for a walk?" He looks at you like you are crazy. "For a walk? Outside?" "Yes," you nod, and when the expression on his chiseled face doesn't change, you groan. "Why are we even here if you don't go out?" "To be close to nature." You will kill him. Nobody will know. "Next time just by a fucking plant!" "You are not really nice," he states. "Did you sleep enough?" For seconds, you just stare at him without blinking. "I wrote a few pages yesterday," he adds when he decides to change the topic for safety reasons. "Do you want to read it?" "Do you want to show them to me?" There are times when Everet is really cautious with his work, and despite your odd relationship with him, you don't want to make him do things he doesn't want to. His books and his career are really important to him, and you respect them.

Without saying anything, the elf nods at the laptop on the couch, and you sit down to read it. Long minutes pass by while you focus on the screen, and Everen walks back and forth behind you. His platinum-blonde hair is tied back with a leather stripe. The long, straight locks almost reach his slim waist.

"Holyshit," you break the silence. The elf stops and leans over the back of the couch to see the screen in your lap. The pillow behind your back sinks under his weight. "So?" He asks urgently. "What do you think?" "Since when do you write erotica?" "The publisher told me to spice things up," he explains. "He says it's popular." You frown. "Your books are popular." Everen shrugs. "Is it really that bad?" "It's so dry," you tell him. You can see he doesn't like the publisher's instructions, either, so you try to be nicer than usual. Now you understand why he got stuck with his book. "And you used "member" at least twenty times. It's not a rock band, Everen, it's a dick." You don't even have to look back at him to know he is offended. You just notice it from the way his breathing changes. "Can you do better?" "I mean…" you shrug. "I could give it a try." You are not a writer and don't want to be one, but you can clearly see what's wrong with his work. "Then be my guest," he says. "Do your best."

You spend the next few hours on the couch, adjusting and changing things you don't like in the scene. The only noise in the small cabin is the keyboard's clattering as you write. Sometimes you hear Everen do something in the house, mostly making coffee after coffee. He is lucky elves don't tend to get heart attacks.

"Are you writing a whole book?" He asks impatiently. "I didn't ask you to change the whole book." Rolling your eyes, you push the laptop onto the couch from your lap to stand up. "I'm done," you tell him. "Read it if you want."

While your boss busies himself with the book, you go out with another drink to enjoy some peace and fresh air. You feel even more tired than you arrived. You settle into the rocking chair Everen used when you arrived. The wooden floorboards feel solid beneath your feet as you rock back and forth ever so slowly. As you sip your coffee, your gaze wanders into the woods. Towering trees sway gently in the gentle summer breeze. The sunlight filters through the canopy above, casting a dappled pattern of light and shadow on the lush greenery. The air smells like pine, damp earth, and wildflowers, mixing with the coffee in your hands. Birdsong fills the quietness, a symphony of chirps and trills.

Usually, you prefer the loud business of the city, but if you have to be honest, this is good too. Your only problem is…

Everen almost bursts out of the house. His handsome face is cold and strict. Something burns in his eyes, but you don't recognize what.

"How did you do this?" He demands for an answer. You shrug, sipping from your coffee. "I have a soul." Everen's frown deepens. "I have that too!" "I don't know what to say," you reply. "Did you do that before?" "You mean writing a sex scene?" You ask. "No." "No," he shakes his head. "The scene itself." You almost laugh. "Of course I did." A light blush spreads across his cheeks, and a nagging feeling starts to eat the back of your mind. "You didn't?" His blush deepens. "Does it matter?" "I mean, no," you reply. "But it's really… vanilla." "For who?" "For me? And for a bunch of other people?" "Well," he grunts. "I want it too." You freeze. The swaying of the chair under you stops. "I'm not sure what you want me to do," you break the momentary silence after a while. The words leave your lips slowly and carefully. "I want you to sit on my face," he says. "How hard can it be?" At the word hard, your gaze falls down on the obvious bulge between his thighs. Seeing his erection trapped in his jeans, the new shine in his dark eyes suddenly makes sense. "You got horny because of…-" you point back at the cabin. Surprise shows on your face as your brows draw up in shock. "So what?" He acts like an upset kid. "I'm just surprised you feel anything besides anger," you tell him. Everen just grimaces. "You are funny." His snarky comment makes you think of his request again. Or demand. "So?" He asks impatiently. "Are you coming?" "You mean, right now?" "What do you want me to do? Take you out to pick berries?" He waves at the forest surrounding you. How many times did you imagine shutting him up since your work for him? You can't even count it. "Fine," you grunt, standing up from your seat. The chair creaks at your sudden movement.

Anything to shut him up finally.

"So, what do you want me to do?" He asks when you lead him to the bedroom. It's a mess. His clothes are all over the place, poured out of his bags, and the blanket is halfway down on the ground. "Well," you grunt, looking around. "You could clean up." He stares at you. "You are really wild in bed." "Just shut up!" "Make me!"

Fine!

"Then take off your clothes," you tell him. "Will you do it too?" He asks, staring to unbutton his shirt. You feel glad when the flannel falls off his shoulders. It really did look horrible on him. "Do you want me?" You ask him. "Naked, I mean." "How will I eat your pussy otherwise?"

Maybe this is a good step. Both of you get over the awkwardness first, so you can move on and enjoy whatever happens next. And still. You feel nothing but impatience and excitement. Your gaze rakes over Everen's naked body. Over the line of his shoulders, the light muscles on his chest and abdomen, and the V line that leads you to his cock between his thighs. He is tall and lean. His posture is confident as he stands beside the bed, watching you. His eyes burn your skin as he looks over you. Your nipples harden into small peaks under his heavy stare. "Are you still angry because you had to come here?" He breaks the silence. The elf doesn't even try to hide the fact that he can't tear his eyes away from your breasts. "Just lay down."

When he does as you say, for once, you are ready to climb up on him when a question stops you. "How do you want me?" You eye his erection. "Do you want me to suck you?" A pained grunt escapes the back of his throat. His cock jerks under your gaze. "I take it as a yes," you grin, getting into position with his hands on your thighs. Everen's long fingers squeeze your flesh, urging you to hurry up. You hover just beyond his reach. His warm breath fans over your wet center. "What did you not understand?" He asks after a few seconds. "I said, sit!" And with that, he pushes you down on his face. You don't even have a chance to keep your balance under his tight hold.

Your moans mix in the quiet room as his tongue licks over your pussy. Everen nibs and sucks on you, exploring your aching wetness. His fingers dig into your thighs, pushing you down even more. "Everen!" You cry out his name in shock. His tongue slides through your pussy, lapping at your juices. His face is already soaked. His senses are filled with your taste and scent. He breathes you in, driving himself to delirium. Your thighs shake at the sides of his head. You try to keep your balance, rocking into him and grinding your pussy against his face. You aren't even sure if the elf under you can breathe, but at this point, you don't even care. Your chase your own pleasure, and the only thing that can keep you afloat is his cock not far from you. It twitches every now and again, and pre-cum runs down on his shaft and a bluish vein under the soft, pale skin. Licking your lips, you lean over his chest. Your nipples graze his upper body.

A dissatisfied grunt vibrates over your pussy, sending shivers up your spine when you lift yourself up from his face. "I didn't tell you to move," he grunts. A breathless grin spreads across your face. "Are you sure?" Your fingers curl around his cock, smoothing up and down on his length. "Fuck!" Everen growls, pulling your back onto his lips. His hips thrust up to fuck your fist. "If I had known I could shut you up like this, I would have done it sooner," you tell him, still grinning. Your words are airy, but the snarkiness still rings clearly. Everen says something you don't understand, and the next moment, a startled cry escapes your lips as your world spins with you in the middle. He finds your entrance. He laps at the juices flowing from your pussy before his tongue plunges into your hole. Your legs quiver at the new feeling. Your muscles twitch and flex as your boss pushes you higher and higher. Your hand around his cock is sloppy. You can barely focus on anything besides his tongue in you. Your walls flutter and pulse around him as he fucks you. Both of you are soaked with your wetness and his saliva. "I'm going to cum," you cry out when you feel the first spasms in your lower abdomen. It strikes through your body, sending stars behind your eyelids as you press yourself even more firmly against his face.

You cum, and he licks up everything you have to offer. And he doesn't stop even when you try to get up. "Oh, no," he growls with a deep laugh. The rumbles shake through your sensitive, throbbing cunt. "I'm not done with this pussy yet." He doesn't let you move. He doesn't let you escape. "Oh, fuck! Everen!" You are so busy with your own body you don't even notice your grip on his cock tightening until you feel him jerk and cum in your hand. His hips push up even more, and his moans and groans shake your body. His tongue strokes into you, licking deep. He devours you with a newfound elan, and you can do nothing but grind against him until you feel your orgasm approaching again. Your breathing gets ragged, mixing with cries and screams. Your over-sensitive pussy sends you over the edge within a few minutes.

When your mind clears a bit, you are already on the bed next to Everen. His hand shamelessly gropes your tits, and his hard cock nudges your thigh. His breath is warm on the curve of your neck. "Have any other ideas for the book?"

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running-with-kn1ves · 3 months

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Hi lovely, to celebrate the new year! I was wondering if you could please do a fluff/smut with Cirden.

Does not have to be hardcore smut only a taste!! thank you so much 4 taking the time out of your day and writing we all appreciate your work.

A/N: took it in me to get this done before January ended!! putting this man in the spicy is so bittersweet b/c it feels so wrong (but so right). And thank you for your kindness!! Lord knows I've been needing some grace. Thank you for being so sweet I'm glad people actually see my stuff <33

CW: NSFW/SMUT, public(?) doing the dirty in the woods, hunting, elf X reader, established marriage

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Gender Neutral Reader X Male Elf husband

"Raagghh. I haven't caught ANYTHING..." One of your arrows lands in the dirt, it's blade skinning against the ground before it fell flat. You couldn't even manage to stab a lizard that blundered past you, it's skittering body running as your arrow slumped.

"Don't get discouraged," Cirdan mumbled with unmoving lips, focused on the prey only a few meters in front of him. "It's only your first time with a bow and arrow."

He still managed to whisk away your heart in his crouched battle stance as you curled on the forest floor, his arrow flying as it released with a snap. The harsh squeak of a cottontail broke the silence of the ancient trees, a fatal jump being it's last movement before it succumbed to the ground in a helpless flop. Your husband moved forward without you to slice it's throat. You looked away in shame; he had been hunting for your dinners ever since your joint movement into the cottage currently a mile away; he had cut the heads off deer and ducks while you sat back and covered your eyes. You couldn't even shoot down a bird, not only from your poor aim but your heart lurched everytime you saw its feathered breast beat with life, its beak release a hymn of song. Every now and again you could garner the courage to help him defeather or clean the bones of his latest catch but when seeing their heads or lifeless eyes, it made your insides churn.

It was dispiriting, knowing you couldn't provide in the way he had learned to do since he was a child. But by Gods and Goddesses, did he not look fine holding that bow and pulling back its string, showing the strength in his chest and the unwavering focus in his grey-blue eyes. You memorialized the image in your head, toes scrunching deep in your sewn leather boots (created by cirdan and his many talents) with your knees pushed together, gaze focused on the ground.

"Whats wrong?"

You looked up from your place in the dirt and dead leaves, your spouse like a pretty ice mountain that you had to strain upwards to see. He placed three dead bunnies by their ears into the sack that was once on his back; if he were alone, he would've just carried them by hand back to the cottage.

"Nothing, I was just... thinking. It's beautiful out here."

You looked up at the canopy of trees, dappled light speckling between the small empty holes that neither branch nor bushy leaves covered to block the evening sun.

Cirdan bent down, placing his sack on the ground as a warm hand came to cover the top of your head. A calloused palm pushed your hair back, patting you with deadweight.

You couldn't see the rest of him with his gigantic arm in the way, his voice like an omniscient invisible God of the forest.

"Don't worry if you can't hunt...I'll do enough for the both of us," His palm slid to your cheek in a messy fashion, attempting to be heedful of how firm his touch was, too used to handling his bow with untamed strength for the day. His hand was a pillow on your cheek as he pressed his thumb against your temple. "It's my job to take care of you."

He spoke as if mostly to himself, thin silver lashes disguising his eyes while he watches your lips with a small, almost unnoticeable quiver. But he didn't waver as you stared back, gaze running from his deep pupils to his strong nose bridge, down to his dripping jugular.

It was tension inside you and it was unbearable. It took choking yourself back to not scream "just kiss me, dammit!"

But elves weren't the hasty type,(especially your aloof husband), and you didn't know what Cirdan would think if you came forward so hungrily. Would he think you were just some lust-crazed old bat that replaced the careful spouse he once knew?

"Come, let's go back; the wind is picking up. I won't let you catch a cold."

The forest was all but blowing, a leaf tumbling every now and again but practically silent. And yet, who were you to argue with the seasoned elf who had survived in forests like this?

You took the outstretched hand cirdan put in front of you, allowing him to practically lift you to your feet as your bow held limply in your other hand with defeat. Alas, another day with no progress in conquering your woodland fear.

You let Cirdan lead you, following him past old oaks and emptied burrows, unable to keep your wide eyes off of him. It was nice, to distract your disappointed mind from your empty game sack to the hauntingly beautiful portrait of the manly elf before you.

"What is it?" Cirdan stopped, looking at you with those long locks covering his scarred eye, the other staring with a darkened brow.

"Nothing!" You'd repeat, looking away with your antsy feet bouncing, hoping he'd somehow read the growing need inside of you. And this carried on a countless too many times before you saw the clearing that led to the desire path back home.

What were you to say? That you wanted him here and now? That you wished he'd just smile and hold you and tell you to take off your hunting clothes and everything underneath as soon as you got back home? Yeah, right. As if the stoic beast that you married would be so forward, as hopeful and desiring as you.

You sneaked glances, learning better than before when aiming to witness the veins in his forearm that traveled to the hand interlocked with yours, the pants that fit his slightly toned ass just right. Gods, were you really so sinful? But, was it so wrong to want your husband, to think of him panting above you and his beautiful thighs encasing you with heartache and hunger?

Cirdan stopped again. You were about to tell him now this time you really weren't looking but he didn't face you, instead dropping his bag along with an unused set of arrows accompanying his bow.

"I think... I understand."

You tilted your head at him, maybe at a poor attempt to get him to look at your cute side.

"I'm supposed to do more than...be a a simple protector."

You would've pressed for more information, if it weren't for the oddly timed shove towards a nearby tree. Cirdan took the bag from your hands faster than you could ask "what the hell are ya doing," his sharp face only mere inches away and angled as if he was about to kiss you.

But maybe, that was just your imagination, your mind centered only on his smoothened pinkish lips.

"Is this what you wanted...?"

The elf brute inched down, nudging your nose with a deep exhale. His hands engulfed yours, holding them down at your sides as he pressed his lips snuggly to your cupids bow.

The sheer power of his face pushed your skull against the tree; along with it a warm, humid hand came from behind to press along the curve of your back. His pointer finger inched, massaging into your tailbone as the elf's thigh quickly entrapped you between he and the old oak.

That hand moved down to the waist of your hunting trousers, digging beneath them to reach more savory skin.

You almost jumped at the slight clutch of your left ass cheek, your husbands eyes shut as he rubbed his forehead against you.

Lost words were grumbled under his breath with a gentle rasp, his other hand leaving your fingers as they braced against the bark of the tree behind you.

"Cirdan-- wha," you tried to figure out what you were feeling, what the right thing to do would be. Which was, to tell him that this was not the right place, nor the right time. But that gentle nudge of his tented crotch against your leg made any thoughts of lucidity drift.

"Want you..." He spoke, barely above a hum. "Isn't this, what you needed? Looking at me, at my..."

"Don't finish that sentence," you warned, unable to meet his gaze as he softly squinted open his eyes. "Maybe so but--! Right here?? Right now? In the woods?! Even I'm not desperate enough to make us do it...here."

"No creatures come to the edge of the woods... too smart for that. We're too far away for any hunters to venture close enough." You could see even he wasn't one to normally suggest this idea; but if anyone knew this forest, it was him. "Besides, said I want to take care of you.. did you not think I'd follow through on that..?"

"But, wait, I mean-" you nearly whined, hardly able to contain yourself with the hand massaging your backside, the fat of his buldge grinding into your quadricep. He was almost as bad as the rabbits he so skillfully caught, their known libidinous currently rivaling his own.

It was still atleast a 15 minute walk back to the cottage when following the path directly back. Could you make it that long? If not, could you bare the anxiety of having him bend you over in the woods completely out in the open?

"I didn't know you were so... pent up." You choked. "I mean, you're not just doing this for me, right?"

Who were you kidding? He was practically rubbing on you like a fox in heat.

"Please don't make me beg." He looked at you directly, finding your lost-at-sea eyes that had been rapidly searching for any creature or holy figure nearby witnessing you and your husbands' immoralities. He wasn't whining nor desperate but rather asking you, to please, not make him put himself even lower at your mercy-- if that was even possible.

His directness caught you off guard; sure, you had been on the edge of ripping your clothes off and throwing yourself at him but-- to have him beat you to the punch?

You couldn't help yourself when he leaned in, his soft locks brushing against your shoulder as the tip of his pink tongue swiped your lower lip, his confidence having grown since the first time you made love to him in the dark.

You opened your mouth greedily, nearly starvingly so as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. How could you say no, when he asked you so genuinely, when your groin ached to be caressed by him?

With the confession of your open mouth and the lewd noises of your labored breaths, Cirdan moved quicker than with the normal diligent pace he tended to do everything with. In a split second your leg was wrapped around his hip, his large hand rubbing gently at the front zipper of your trousers, reaching in deep between your legs to get a good cup full o' you.

You couldn't just ignore the cries of his loins as he lunged forward, desperate for your affection. You undid the two buttons holding the elf's own wood-colored slacks up. They drooped only slightly to show the clean grey of his happy trail, your palm digging in to reach for the stiff piece that craved a special touch.

It slid out so easily, his tip warm against your wrist. You couldn't help but watch him leak just a bit, slightly hard as a thin vein pulsed under your thumb.

"Gods please...I said t'not make me beg." He muffled in your ear, taken aback uncharacteristically as you stroked with the intent to milk him for all he had.

It was so cute and fat, the small grey-white hairs of the front of his cock leading down to his crowned jewels, making you appreciate the differences between humans and elves. His pointed ears twitched upward as he practically foamed at the mouth against your neck. A gentle palm came to push your shoulder against the tree with simplicity.

Without unzipping, cirdan shifted to pull your pants and undergarments down to your knees; in a matter of two seconds he managed to strip you half naked. Your hand was pulled away from the elf, interlocked instead with his fingers as your bare thigh was hoisted further up against his naked hip.

His chest pressed up against you as he slowed to get inside, looking at you with glazed over, hooded eyes. He didn't look away, he couldn't. There was something about the sweat at the corner of your brow, your slightly ajar lips that kept him going, entering inside of you with raw cock and raw determination, awaiting to see that expression of nearful ecstasy that would wash away all the neediness you had been experiencing.

You didn't know how he could do it, stare at you so intently without any break away while you sweated under his gaze. If he wasn't currently bottoming out inside of you right now, you would've felt like you were under interrogation. You both huffed simultaneously once your hole swallowed up the entirety of him, your right leg limp over his thigh as he pressed you up further against the tree.

"Feel okay?" Cirdan panted, and you could see he was barely keeping himself at bay. What a gentleman, controlling himself from fucking you blind-- not that you would've minded the latter, of course.

You responded in turn by grinding down on him, rolling your hips forward to have that needy, hungry and achingly thirsty spot become just a little farther quenched.

It was difficult to not throw your head back and scream, feeling so warm and full as you gripped the back strands of the elfs hair.

With the time you had spent with him you realized Cirdan wasn't much of a grunter, preferring unconsciously to huff and pant and wordlessly suck through his teeth when he was inside of you. If you were lucky, you'd get to see him furrow his brows in exasperation, frowning as if he was concentrating hard on something important and not just from rocking into you. The challenging part about being his first lover however, was that he was still learning not to finish in the first few seconds of plunging inside.

"Ill.. n'take care of yo..u" he muttered, lifting your hips as your bare ass scraped against the bark of the tree. "Take care so good..."

You would've laughed at his drunken fervor if you didn't find it so endearing, the urge to stick your tongue into his heated cavern of a mouth washing over you like a wave.

Cirdan accepted the kiss greatfully, placing a hand behind your head to grace your thump against the tree. You could hear the branches shake, a stray dead leaf falling on the top of your head as he rutted forward, your own pelvic floor pushing against his thrusts. The elf's nose smushed against the side of your own, lips practically consuming one another as his lashes brushed your cheek. Sweat formed on your back dripping to your legs, but you didn't care. It felt too good, your senses only focusing on where he was caressing or what would be next, the cold breeze reminding you that you were still outside.

That fear remained in the back of your mind, your eyes occasionally opening and scanning the forest that you could see beyond Cirdan. But there was nothing, nothing but the trees and dead fallen logs blocking pathways.

Your kisses drifted away as you saw a hunched over deer, somewhat 10 paces away with its head burrowed in a bush.

Cirdan slowed, the deep drilling inside of you now merely a thick discomfort of occasional thrusts. He could feel you were getting lost in your worry, your grip on his shoulders loosening.

"Ma’sal’shiral," he grabbed your chin, turning you away from the fear of the forest. "Going to make you feel love unlike any creature has known;" he kissed you with wet lips, giving you breath and teeth. "So please, don't turn from me."

The horrible ache in his eyes, the twitch inside of you-- for how torturous it was for yourself, it was just as bad for him. You would've apologized, turned the mood even further south into sourness if he hadn't begun rocking again, holding your back to keep your sensitive skin away from the tree. He huffed into your cheek, pressing hard up against you as he cherished everything he could touch. The deer that once took over your thoughts was now pushed to the edge, your eyes half-shut now that all you could feel was the depth of your husband, his precum mixing with the heat of your hole. The crude sound of skin on skin, the slight slap of elf balls hitting your ass-- it nearly sent your mind into overdrive.

And even with the pain of tree bark rubbing against your skin, the stench of petrichor and sweat in your nose, you wouldn't trade this moment for anything.

This might even be better than the bed... Okay, maybe not. But that didn't matter with Cirdan so far inside of you he huffed with inclination, tempting to keep his orgasm at bay.

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rednotebooksworld · 5 months

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You’re a traveling adventurer from a large and famous guild and you are looking for a new companion, maybe even a party. Walking into the guild hall, you are greeted by your first companion.

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writingoddess1125 · 6 months

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hiya!

Could you do Prince Nuada from Hellboy 2 and reader?

This one has taken me a while- Also thank you for reigniting the LOVE I had for Prince Nuada! Ugh! So sexy!!

I do hope this is to your liking since it did take some warping.

1. I gotta keep Nuada and Nuala alive so the ending didn't happen

2. Introduce elements from the comics aka Hellboy had adopted siblings.

OKAY ENJOY! I TRIED HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Half Breed

Prince Nuada x FemReader

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After the fortunately failed suicide attempt from Nuala which had horribly injured both twins- Nuafa had been captured and the two rushed back to the Bureau for emergency treatment, Which fortunately allowed the Elves to survive the whole ordeal.

Nuada had been placed in custody of B.P.R.D first as a high level prisoner for many months after his attempt to wipe out humanity.

After being in solitary confinement for far too long a deal was struck with him to work for the organization due to his knowlege of the world and to get out of solitary help all that had been damaged.

He had agreed- begrudgingly and because Nuala insisted.. it had been nearly a year of this all- When something interesting took place.

Nuala and Abe walked down the corridors together, talking about recent books they had shared before Abe paused.

"Oh?-" He looked around calmly before seeing the warning lights come down shining blue instead of the normal red for emergencies.

"Is there an emergancy?" Nuala questioned, a bit nervous of what it could mean, But Abe gently touched her shoulder with his gloved hand.

"No no- Just a old friend. Everytime she visits her and Red play a.. Game of sorts like tag" Abe explained, Nuala smiling at hearing this. Nuada who had just returned from a mission turned the corner seeing his sister and the fish man, frowning but looking to the lights.

"Whats this?" He asked shortly, Abe repeating his answer from before.

"Warning lights for a Game?" He questioned, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Well they are only allowed to have this game once a year and for 5 minutes- mainly due to the property damage that always happens" Abe said truthfully as the elven twins looked surprised by this. A childish game causing property damage?

As if right on cue there was a loud crash the trio turning to see Hellboy running full force in their direction like a train.

"MOVE MOVE!" He yelled loudly, as he ran past them. This was the fastest any of them had seen him run even in a life or death situation, right as he was about to turn the corner a black boot came barrowing down on the side of his cheek, knocking him to the ground hard before the smaller figure ran down the hall Red had just gone through.

"You're it!" She yelled and the trio watched- There running past was a women. Dressed in all black leather tactical gear with her silver hair in a long braid, the ends a sunset gold- (Y/S/C) skin with unique etchings found in only elvish culture paired with amber eyes. It didn't take a genius to figure see what she was-

"Timer Abe!" She yelled, Abe looking to the small watch he carried.

"4 minutes and 26 seconds left- Also happy youve returned safely" He called out to (Y/N) who dashed down the hallway.

Nuada eyes widened as he couldnt help but follower her with his gaze, something about her drew him in. The trio sticking to the walls as they tried to follow the action- it was like a massive battle taking black between a giant and a tiny titan. While Red was slamming into walls cracking cement with his weight and arm- (Y/N) was doing flips and hung to the light fixtures above to keep an advantage.

"Happy to see you too!!!"

He could only describe himself as being mesmerized by her.. Every turn, giggle and jump just seemed to bewitch him and it terrified him.. It wasn't till a loud alarm snapped him his gaze making him jump a bit in surprise- the game was over it seemed and Hellboy returned with his sister, the demon clearly glum from losing.

Nuala eyes widened as she watched (Y/N) jump around Hellboy with a happy smile at winning the game. Figuring what she was but disbelieving of course even after this entire endeavor. A leath-fola. A Half-Blood Actually existed in this world? The embodiment of a union between a human and one of his own kind-

"I win Red! So that's 28 for me and 25 for you. Best luck next you!" She said cheerfully as Hellboy grumbled and pushed her head away with his small hand.

"Yada Yada short stack-"

She noticed the looks of the two meeting their gazes and Nuada immediately felt his heart beat pick up- Confused by the sensation he glanced to Nuala assuming it must be her however she seemed calm and relaxed.

"New Agents?" She questioned looking at the twins, Abe nodding with a 'smile'

"Prince Nuada of the Bethmora clan.. This here is my sister Princess Nuala" He introduced both formally, watching how her smile seemed to radiate as he spoke. It made him feel like he had had stepped into the sun for the first time in years..

"It's lovely to meet you both! It's so lovely to have new faces here in the facility" She said cheerfully, reaching out in a friendly matter and patting both twins on the shoulders.

It felt like Nuada had been shocked by the most pleasant bit of electricity that left him flustered and confused. His sister finally glancing at him as she felt his emotions and gaze a smile, a twinkle of what could only be described as mischief in her golden gaze.

"Yes.. new faces... now if you'll excuse me" Nuada said quickly before dismissing himself- trying to control the panic that was eating him on the inside and the warmth that bloomed in his body. He practically ran back to the space he was forced to call a room and lock himself inside. Nuada stood in his room pacing back and forth. His mind racing and heart uneasy- unknowingly for hours as he tried to calm himself from the sudden feelings that seemed to slam into him.

A knock on the door bringing him from his thoughts as he quickly opened the door, surprised to see his sister standing there in a evening gown.

"Sister, what are you doing up? You should be resting.." He said softly, allowing Nuala into the room.

"I can not rest with you so worked up brother" Nuala said softly. The prince sighing as he realized he had kept her up and took a seat on the corner of the bed, Nuala sitting next to him as well.

"Well- It sounds like she is your fated partner" She pointed out and Nuada immediately felt anger in his blood.

"You're thinking about the leath-fola (Y/N)? Right?" Nuala said softly as she rubbed her brothers shoulder to comfort him. He frowned at being so obvious and also for the form of comfort.

"Yes- She... makes me uneasy" He says, lying a bit to avoid the words he wanted to use. Nuala smiling at this.

"Do not speak such foolish things-" He hissed, Nuala flinching at his harsh words.

"I am not fated to a mortal of all beings" He started but Nuala held up a hand.

"She is not a mortal however brother.. You saw" Nuada was ready to argue but couldnt- his face twisting up.. The damn half-breed was not his fated partner NOR was it going to be the siblings of the demon.

He would prove it...

For the first few weeks that (Y/N) was there, Nuada had been rude and snide. Hissing insults about her mixed blood, shoving past her or even straight up ignoring her. He expected she would take the abuse since she didnt say anything about it but he had been wrong- so terribly wrong.

It took only one time calling her "Dirty" in terms of her blood to get the hardest punch he had ever taken to the nose- It made his eyes water and fall to a knee infront of her..

She grabbed his silver hair and pulled him close so they were eye to eye-

"Listen here- Keep insulting me like this and I'm going to tear your ass a new one. I don't give a Flying fuck if your a price or whatever- I will fuck you up" She hissed at him-

Nuada felt more confused then he ever had before- The pain seemingly going with the fluttering warmth he felt in his face and blatant arousal that was Damm near impossible to miss- (Y/N) seeing his widened eyes and the flush of color on his pale face, like he was frozen and her own golden eyes traveled down at noticing some new movement.

"O-Oh-" Was all she said- Clearly just as surprised as Nuada was at this point. Her fingers carefully releasing his silver hair as warmth went to her own cheeks.

Nuada wanted a blade to the heart at this point...

#x reader #hellboy #Hellboy Golden Army #prince nuada #Princess Nuala #hellboy 2 the golden army #hellboy 2004 #abe sapien #halloween #happy halloweeeeeeen #dark elf #elf x reader #half elf #teratophile #monster fucker #monster fuqqer #monster fudger

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doodle-pops · 5 months

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˚₊‧꒰ა so my brain has been consumed with the thoughts of a modern reader falling into middle earth, settling down in a human/elven settlement and bumping into an elf after being there for months or years and it becomes a reincarnation au.

so we have elf who's ecstatic that his long lost lover has returned, even if they're in the form of a human, but he has to deal with the differences because reader is not from middle earth. we get some humour and romance right there. at the same time, our elf is terrified of revealing why they love reader so much because reader might only see it as, “you love me for the reflection of your once lover and not for the image of myself.” angst?

brb gonna sob over that. now we have elf choosing to keep that a secret because they're happy that they're getting the chance to love again. they don't care that you're human, and will spend all the time making their wrongs, right. you get the treatment of a lifetime and loved unconditionally. ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

I'll just leave this here until I can turn it into something because my brain isn't braining. this is all I got rn.

#[ plot doodles ]#favourite character x y/n #elf x reader #elf x y/n #modern au #reincarnation au #modern girl in middle earth

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sorcerous-caress · 4 months

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Agape | Arnell Hallowleaf

[Bg3, fluff, romance, angst, smut, comfort, human reader, nb!reader]

You, a human, fall in love with an old elf and make terms with the knowledge that you'll outlive him. He comforts you through it.

It felt right, sitting right here, you felt strangely safe, protected.

Loved.

His legs were comfortable below you, warm. Straddling his lap, you couldn't help but lean into his chest, bury your face between his shoulders, brush your nose against his neck.

He smelled nice, safe, like the shadow of an orange tree. You've always heard people say that humans had a distinct smell that anyone but their own kind could easily pick up amidst a crowd.

And maybe they were right, for the elf you were cuddling against smelled anything but human. Smelled like nature was weaved through his skin, like ancient magic rivered along his blood.

You wondered how you smelled to him, how would a human scent compare?

Arnell's arms held you with gentleness, carefully wrapping around your human body as if you were something precious. And maybe to an elf you were, much like how your kind handled dandelions with delicate hands, careful not to accidentally ruin something with such a short lifespan.

Elves were always the subject of human enamour, for some mysterious reason the more elusive their kind was, the more intrigued humanity got by them.

Yet more than half of humans spend a lifetime without ever meeting one, and the other half were just blessed by luck to stumble upon one on a mere chance.

His hands were moving up and down your back, a comforting pace.

The wrinkles on his skin, the ageing of his face, the stray grey hairs amidst his black hair. Arnell was relatively old by elf standards, and ancient by human standards.

You felt impossibly young by comparison, even as an adult you felt impossibly small.

Yet he spoke to you as an equal, extending the same courtesy and respect to you as he would've given to another elf.

High elves didn't have the best views on humanity, a majority of them even refused to learn common to communicate with what they deemed as lesser beings. Mayflays, sparks in the wind, forever summer children who never make it to the winter.

Hugging him tighter, his hands paused for a moment. You remember reading something about how the elves share their connection to the fey, how they can sense each other's emotions, bare open their hearts and understand each other in ways no words can ever give justice to.

Your kind had to resort to the guessing game, pattern recognition and studying body language.

Arnell's hand moves from your back to your head, caressing your hair, cupping your face and lifting your chin up to look at him.

Your eyes meet his green ones and you wonder if he can recognise your emotions, you see him focusing on the small details of your expression, on the downturn of your lips.

Elves who lived amongst humans had to learn these traits, although it never clicked with them the way it did with humans, even the most experienced could still make wrong assumptions.

It was the difference between someone with a language as their mother tongue and someone who merely studied it in books. Even with endless practice, others could tell the two apart.

Humans were the most social of creatures, they needed other people as much as they needed sunlight, without it they'd wilt.

“Is something troubling you?” He finally asked, making a semi correct guess. Concern in his eyes, voice as soft as ever as he spoke those words.

You shook your head, reassuring him that it's nothing.

And maybe if he was another person, or maybe just a younger version of himself, then this would've fooled him easily. Elves weren't the brightest when it came to human social behaviours, when it came to white lies and the stubborn human ego's refusal to ever admit something is wrong.

But Arnell knew better, he was old, he has seen this song and dance many times before from your kind.

His lap was very comfortable, you thought, you never wanted to get up, or face the world outside again.

But those words burned to admit, and you couldn't connect to the fey, you merely had your lips to pour your heart content with and it was never enough.

A warmth spread on your forehead, a tingling feeling. His lips against it in a short tender kiss. The warmth trickled down into your own heart, his sudden affection spreading a sweet feeling of reassurance through you.

“It's just…not fair.” You could talk again, without the usual shame clogging your throat shut, you could speak your feelings.

Maybe he did know more about humans than you've given him credit for.

“This whole situation” you continued, “losing you so soon when we've barely even..”

Elves always warned their kind against getting too attached to humans, for their fleeting lives will have you heartbroken quicker than you could predict.

And yet, no one has warned you about having your elf partner be at the end of their long age just when you get together, watching them die and know they'll leave this earth before you.

It was always the human that left first, and now instead you're the one mourning your lover.

What a cruel joke fate was, to make it possible for the two of you to be together only at this moment of time. At the start of your life and the end of his own.

You should be happy, grateful that he still chose to spend his last remaining years with you. It's not like he didn't warn you beforehand when you kept approaching him, ignoring the implications and following your heart's desires to be with him.

And oh, how much he desired you too so, how hard it was for him to gently coax you into finding someone else, someone younger, maybe a human just like you.

Alas you were relentless, and he couldn't deny himself any longer. Your first night together, you still remember it fondly. How his breath felt against your neck, how his hips moved against yours, the twitch of his pointy ears whenever your insides clenched around him.

Time flowed like a dream, being with him was everything you could imagine and more.

And just like any other sweet dream, reality comes crashing in when it's suddenly the time to wake up.

The natural death of an elf, when the fey calls them back home, they could feel its pull. And Arnell was never good at keeping secrets, he could barely contain himself for a day before telling you about it.

He has to leave, go back to the sanctuary of his people. So he may join the cycle of rebirth and the fey may claim his soul back into its river again.

You've stopped talking for a while, too lost in your own head. Swarming thoughts of what tomorrow held.

Sitting on his lap and clinging to him as if you may trick Corellon into not taking him back if you hid him between your arms, if you hugged him tight enough, maybe just maybe you can extend his life by a year or two.

Too many emotions swirled inside, outrage at unfairness of the universe, despair at having your loved clawd out of your hand, resentment for not realising this earlier.

His eyes were still on you, his soul attempting to understand your own. And so you do the one thing you can, you kiss him.

Pressing your lips against his soft ones, melting into his arms. You feel him kiss you back just as tenderly, just as desperately, even when you pull back for a breath his lips are on yours in an instant. Stealing your breath away, indulging himself with your taste as long as he can.

Because he has you for now, this one precious human who's so worried about losing him, he has you all to himself.

He had met many humans in his lifetime, fell in love with many of them. Maybe it was humanity as a whole which he was in love with, and when he saw the flame of determination in your eyes at getting with him, he was reminded of why he fell in love with your kind in the first place.

It was addicting how you tasted, intoxicating how you smelled. The order of nature meant nothing to the chaos of your soul, the indifference of the universe could never stop your laughter. And yet humanity still danced as they were born from ash and to ash they returned.

He wanted to keep you on his lap forever, this amber still not yet fully flamed, with endless potential and unlimited creativity. How was he not the lucky one in this scenario to have you choose him, a mere old elf.

At this point of age, his own kind rarely bothered anymore, too occupied with the prospect of their new life after death to bother and still make memories with their current one.

But you breathed life into him, shared your own flame. Humanity was infectious at its core, leaving marks everywhere you went, giving parts of yourself to everyone you've ever met.

He wasn't letting go of your lips, wasn't satisfied yet. Even a hundred years spent solely by your side on his bed would never satisfy his hunger for you.

It was intense, beautifully so, until the two of you finally parted, breathless with lips flushed.

You were the first to break out of this trance, moving closer and trailing soft kisses up his exposed neck. Leaving marks on his fragile skin, brushing them with your fingertips as your lips moved upwards.

Along his jawline, up his cheek, your lips met the base of his ear. They were sensitive more so than a human's, easily got a gasp or two out of him. You softly traced its pointy long edges with your lips, a lick or two with your tongue got Arnell's arm to tighten around you. Thighs trembling underneath you with each flick against his ear.

You too, have learned more about elves by being with him than he could've expected.

A last night of his embrace, of having him lay underneath you as you moved your hips. Spoiling him one last time, having him completely fill you to the core one last time, hear him call your name one last time.

And when tomorrow comes, you'll be ready, the two of you will.

Maybe, just maybe in the far future, in 20 years or so. When you've grown, lived your life and cherished the wrinkles starting to appear upon your skin, you'll meet a familiar set of eyes in the forest.

They're blue this time around, shaped differently, even his hair is a different colour and texture. No elf is reborn in the same body, but you can see the recognition in his eyes, of being the last person he ever saw.

And you may call his name, Arnell, see him reply with a different one. The new name he was granted in this new life, witness his tale of the dream-like memories he held of his past life, of his daughter, of his past wife.

And especially, of you, the one human that saw him until the end of his life.

Maybe his love for humanity was engraved in his soul, so deep that even rebirth may not steal it away. Maybe the two of you get to fall in love again this time around, get more time together this time around.

And he will be the one to walk you to the end this time around.

#♡arnell hollowleaf #♡Angst #♡romance #♡smut #♡fluff #♡comfort #♡human reader #arnell hallowleaf #Arnell Hallowleaf x reader #Arnell Hallowleaf x Tav #bg3 x reader #elf x reader #elf x human

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thenanbakacorner · 1 year

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Thanks for answering my question! So, can I use some headcanons of Elf, Kenshirou and Momoko when they meet their soul mate after thinking that they would never have one? It could be from the soulmate AU where colors are seen only when you make eye contact with your soulmate or they have their name on the wrist. Thanks ☺️❤️

You’re very welcome! And yesss soulmates AU gotta love it~ I went with the colors option! Hope you like it!

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🔪 Elf 🔪

Elf didn’t really care whether or not he’d meet his soulmate; the concept of love and relationships just never really struck him as something interesting

If anything he thought it would just get in the way of his work

His whole mindset changes however the day that he briefly makes eye contact with a passerby while walking and the world is suddenly no longer black and white

He had to admit, his apparent soulmate was rather cute.. so, he decided, fine, why not give it a try?

He takes his soulmate’s hand in his and kisses the back of it with a toothy grin and friendly greeting, stating that it was nice to meet them

“So, we’re soulmates, hm? How’d you like to go out with me and get more acquainted, little cutie?”

🐕 Kenshirou 🐕

Kenshirou always had eyes for the warden, and the unrequited love ate away at his poor longing heart

He eventually ended up giving up all together, accepting that the warden wasn’t his soul mate to begin with, and that he’d probably never find the one

You can imagine his surprise when he suddenly sees color one day, after making eye contact with someone at a coffee shop on the mainland while off work

He realizes with a start, holy shit, he found them. He found his soulmate. He couldn’t believe it.

He steps closer to them and offers a friendly- but slightly nervous- greeting, smiling softly

“It seems we’ve finally found each other.. would you like to sit and chat with me- get to know each other while we eat?”

💎 Momoko 💎

Similarly to Kenshirou, Momoko was befallen with no luck at winning over the one she longed for: Hajime, and eventually accepted defeat

Given her busy job and how she only ever wanted Hajime, she figured she’d never find her true soulmate, and begrudgingly accepted said “fact”

Then, one day, she makes eye contact with a new guard that had started working at Nanba when they came in for a meeting and she’s floored by the color that comes to her vision

She’s completely taken aback and gapes like a fish out of water for a solid few seconds before gaining her composure

She continues the meeting as normal, but as soon as the guard is ready to return to work, she exchanges a final few words;

”Come see me at the end of the day, will you? I’d love to get more aquatinted with you, my dear soulmate.”

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acornsandoaktrees · 6 months

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completely self-indulgent for ✨✨me✨✨ activities one might share with the greenwood princens :)

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🦌 Laerion teaches you how to play his lute. All smiles and encouragement, he's so pleased to see you getting the hang of it.

🪶 Alphes takes you hiking deep into the forest, showing you beautiful hidden spots far from known elf paths. She delights in the nature around you.

🌿 Legolas teaches you archery tricks, always away from prying eyes so you can practice without the pressure of an audience. He praises your every shot.

🦌 Laerion sneaks with you into the kitchens, then pulls you into an untouchable hiding spot when you're inevitably discovered. Gasping from the sprint, he reveals food rescued from a vengeful cook.

🪶 Alphes takes you to meet the Lasgalen elk -- a rare and precious herd. Their great antlers dip as they allow you to feel the softness of their fur.

🌿 Legolas climbs trees with you: up and up until you break through the canopy to see the blue sky and green lands mapped out before you, cool breath of wind on your faces.

🦌 Laerion sings for you his favourite elf-songs, of stories forgotten or entirely unkown to other races. And to you he sings his own compositions.

🪶 Alphes shows you her favourite place in the forest: a waterfall in a hidden glade on the cusp of the mountains' foothills. Brazen, she dives in, clothes and all, and welcomes you to join her with a playful splash in your direction.

🌿 Legolas reveals to you in the midnight sky constellations the elves have named, and tells you the stories behind them. He is warm in the cold of the night.

#lotr #tolkien #the hobbit #tolkien elves #lotr au #greenwood kids #aaotverse #acorns and oak trees #aaot writing #squirrels arc #laerion of greenwood #alphes of greenwood #legolas of greenwood #lotr x reader #the hobbit x reader #elf x reader #gender neutral reader

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animatorweirdo · 1 year

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Imagine an elf ending up in your world and allowing them to live with you.

(This was inspired by a game I used to play a lot and I thought it would be interesting if an elf ended up into reader’s world which has a different fantasy setting. I couldn't decide which elf to use, so I’m used They/Them to describe them so you can put anyone to play this headcanon with you)

I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: There are mentions of dying, some nakedness, violence, reader being passive aggressive, your elf might suffer some trauma because reader’s world is a bit more wild than Middle Earth, eventual growing friendship, dire wolves, undead, and some angst.

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-It was just another day in your miserable life. You wake up, feed your dire wolves, build a club and leave your home to gather all the wood, iron, and materials you managed to get your hands on.

-There wasn’t anything else you could do. You could only travel between places, kill every Leper and Damned on your path, go home, sleep, die and kill all the other exiles that came after you. It was an endless cycle.

-The Plaguelands did not have much to offer, and it would take time to gather food and supplies for the next dungeon run. Not to mention you needed the key from the Forsaken Gatekeeper.

-It was a bit lonely too. You only had thoughts to keep your mind occupied, and your only communication was through the raven cage, and you do not even know the people who wrote to you and helped you to get by.

-You at least had your dire wolves to keep you company, so it was not all that bad.

-You woke up one day and went on one of your trips, expecting it to be like any other day, but then you encountered something strange.

-You were brutally killing the enemies with your wooden club, crushing their skulls, and spilling blood on the ground. Your dire wolves fought by your side, protecting you from the back and ripping apart every enemy that dared to come near you.

-Your violent fight attracted someone’s attention, and you did not notice them coming till the end of your battle.

-You stood there – covered in blood and heavily breathing. You wolves checked on you, whimpering and attempting to lick the wounds you sustained.

-You gave them pets, comforted them, and gave them treats for a job well done. You enjoyed listening to their happy yaps – and watching how they devoured the treats like excited puppies. It made you think how lucky you were to have them.

-You were startled when you heard an unknown voice and prepared to fight – your dire wolves growling by your side.

-The stranger stepped back a little when they saw your massive dire wolves. You held your club, ready to smash their head.

-Surprisingly, the stranger did not try to strike you. They tried to talk peacefully and explained how they got lost in the mist and needed help.

-You were confused since they did not look like an exile or any other human you usually met on your travels. They wore different and much more expensive-looking clothing. You couldn’t decide if they were from the capital or somewhere else. Not to mention, their ears were weirdly pointy.

-You held caution while they spoke to you. They avoided looking directly at you since your torso was bare. One of the lepers tore up your shirt, so your skin and chest were bare to the world.

-You almost found some amusement in their behavior – no doubt they grew up with rules of decency, but there was nothing you could do about your naked torso because you didn’t carry a spare shirt.

-Not that it matters. You technically fought enemies naked every day.

-You asked who they were, and they told you their name, which did not sound like a name anyone would have.

-When you asked why their ears were pointy, they explained they were an elf, which did not ring any bells since Plaguelands did not have elves, only death, and the plague.

-It was confusing, but when they kept talking, explaining how they got lost and magically taken to your world and all that nonsense – you decided to leave and go back to your stronghold with your dire wolves.

-You did not care listening to someone’s sob story, especially from someone who probably hit their head harder than the damned that lay dead beneath your feet.

-However, you did not expect the elf to follow you home.

-You could have chased them off, but since you did not have the energy and they didn’t pose a threat, you didn’t bother.

-But by the Nameless god, they were annoying.

-They were constantly asking questions and telling you about Middle Earth, orcs, and all kinds of gibberish that did not exist in your world.

-But, you remember your manners from when you still lived in the capital and offered them some leek soup and refreshments. You listened to their story with an annoyed smile as you both sat at the bonfire.

-You wanted them to leave when the night came, but you took pity on them and doubted they would survive the night, so you prepared them a quick mat and allowed them to sleep in your storage house.

-You did not have space anywhere else, and you did not trust them enough to let them sleep in the same house as you, so they shall have the storage house.

-The next day, you prepared some food and started making fabric and smelting copper in your workshop.

-The elf walked into your workshop and watched you work on multiple things with minimal effort, leaving them impressed.

-They were even more surprised when you told them you built everything in your stronghold by hand. You did not have money or people to buy your supplies from, so you had to make everything yourself.

-They asked about you and your life, and you told them little about yourself and how you got exiled from your home because of the plague.

-They felt pity, but you told them not to pity because pity brought nothing in Plaguelands.

-When you prepared for the next trip, you allowed them to stay if they made some materials for you, and they agreed since they had nowhere else to go.

-They told you they had experience in the forge, so you were satisfied with it because it meant more metal and weapons.

-They bid you good luck on your trip and worked in your workshop till the night came. They waited for you to come back, but there was no sight of you.

-They were worried because you told them you would be back before nightfall, but they tried to have faith and waited till they decided to go to sleep and see if you were back in the morning.

-The next day, they were startled when you suddenly walked out of your house with nothing but undergarments and a pissed-off look on your face.

-When they asked why you didn’t come back before nightfall, you explained you got killed during your trip, thus why you couldn’t come back early.

-They were baffled by your answer, so you then explained you and other exiles suffered a curse that allowed you to come back from the dead, and you always come back with nothing because your dead body was rotting elsewhere.

-You already got over the point of being shocked, so you were more mad about losing your stuff, especially all the fine materials you found.

-Your elf guest didn’t know how to progress the information, especially when you did not even look bothered by your unnatural condition.

-They slowly began to adapt to your lifestyle. They helped you around the house, worked in your workshop, and cared for your wounds whenever you came back.

-They have also decided to take it upon themselves to make you new clothes after learning sewing from you. You told them clothes got easily torn in Plaguelands, and it was common to see exiles running around half-naked because sometimes they just don't want to waste resources. So your elf guest decided to ensure you would have clothing to wear whenever you came back from your trips or the dead.

- They were not used to seeing people walking casually around half-naked and were not planning to get used to it now.

-Your lack of clothing was most likely one of the reasons why your skin was always so pale and cold.

-You told them you were already used to the cold climate, so it didn't bother you if you didn’t have any clothing. You were grateful for their thoughtfulness– thought, so you made sure there was enough fabric to make clothes.

-Your three dire wolves grew to like them a lot.

-They were a bit wary but soon got comfortable when your elf guest fed them and cared for their injuries.

-You were grateful and happy that they got along. You found it funny whenever your dire wolves wanted your elf guest’s attention. They would sometimes follow your guest around, nibbling for treats and barking at them to play.

-You decided to teach your elf guest a little about your world, showing them the scrolls and books you collected over the years. You also showed them monsters and people they should avoid when going out.

-They listened and decided to tag along on your trips, helping you gather materials and fight monsters. They had excellent fighting skills, so you were impressed.

-You always took them home before nightfall or made sure they always stood near a light source. They learned the hard way about the Nightguest, and the encounter left them frightened and anxious, especially when you told them there was no way to kill the Nightguest.

-There was only one way to keep it away, and it was light, so they made sure the fire burned in the bonfires whenever you were on a night trip.

-They were helpful when it came to talking with people. You always hated to talk, so you were happy just to stand in the background as your elf companion did the talking.

-But when some people decide to criticize your companion and throw insults, you interfere and deal with them aggressively and destroy their things to make their survival even more difficult.

-You’re petty when you deal with people, but for your elf companion, you went so extreme that it surprised you.

-That’s when you realized you cared about them more than you thought. It made you weary because growing attachments was dangerous in Plaguelands.

-But you stopped caring and started seeing them as a friend. You began to enjoy your life with them.

-They were an excellent cook. Whenever you returned from your trips, you would smell new aromas that would make your mouth water and your stomach rumble with newfound hunger.

-You would wander to your cooking area and find your elven friend cooking something delicious in the pot.

-When your elven friend allowed you to taste the food, your tongue would feel like flying because, by the three gods, you have never tasted something so good in your whole life.

-Their food would beat the leek soup and the steak, so you would keep your food storage full, so they could continue cooking for you.

-When you had enough supplies and weapons, you allowed your elf companion to visit the dungeon with you, but after several fights with the inhabitants and nearly getting killed by the Desecrators and Damned knights. You decided not to take them on trips that were more life-threatening than the usual ones.

-You might be able to come back from the dead, but there was no certainty they could, and you did not want to lose your first friend in years.

-They luckily didn’t decide to protest and gladly remained at your stronghold. They were left shaken after visiting the dungeon and couldn't believe you had faced those kinds of creatures all by yourself before they came into the picture.

-They were confident you could take on a Balrog without a sweat.

-You comforted them not to think about it much. Things might seem unnatural and inhumane to them, but to you – they were expected since you had several years of experience.

-Orcs and dark lords might cause chaos in their world, but in your world, everything was chaos.

-Your elf friend grew to respect you, but they would also feel sadness and anger toward those who left you to survive in infested lands. Your life was cruel madness, and it was a surprise you still managed to hold on to your sanity.

-After living together for some time, you decided to build them their own room in your stronghold and gave them a dire wolf pup you found during one of your trips.

-Your elf friend felt honored and promised to cherish the little wolfing.

-You tried to help your elf friend to find a way back to their home. You looked for all the books around the Plaguelands and questioned people who had more dealings with magic and other worldly matters.

-Your search didn’t bore a lot of fruit, but with your elf friend by your side, you got closer to your goal every day.

-You two grew to trust each other. You’re protective of your elf friend since you never knew when fate would become cruel and take them away from you. You dreaded the day when you finally figured out a way for them to their world, but till then – you cherished the life you had with them by your side until it was time to say goodbye.

-You were unaware that your precious elf friend was planning to take you and your dire wolves with them so you could finally stop living in madness and find peace within their world.

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piratesfromspace · 2 years

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A New Path (Arondir x Reader)

Arondir x human!Reader

Word count: 2k // Rated: Explicit

I think this is the first Arondir x Reader fic on this hellsite, and I can’t believe I’m the only one to thirst for the hot & caring elf. Enjoy!

CW: PWP, soft smut (breast play, p in v), fluff, praise & size kink if you squint

Reader is a she, with no distinctive features.

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It is the second or third time that you see him coming into your inn. Arondir, his name is. But it’s the first time he’s alone. Usually, he’s surrounded by other elves, guards from the Watch Tower, just like him. You don’t really know why they started coming here all of a sudden, but you did not question it, everybody knows elves have sometimes motives that humans can’t understand, motives they’re not really keen on sharing anyway. They pretend to watch out for you, to protect the human realm from evil, but it’s also the perfect way to keep control of the villages, and to assert their dominance over the weak mortals. Personally, you don’t really hate elves, compared to most of your fellow humans, but it doesn’t mean you like them either. Truth be told, you saw them a lot when you were a child, and then you moved up north, and you weren’t anymore on the inspection path they took. Until today that is.

You absentmindedly clean the wooden counter in front of you, while glancing every now and then at the elf. He has the same poise and elegance as the others, but he lacks the usual arrogance you find so annoying in the way elves look at the world. His skin is golden brown, perfectly clean, devoid of any blemishes or scars or even facial hair. This feature alone makes him stand out amongst the other human men, who are most of the time covered in grimes and mud, marked by the harshness of the outdoor life in the mountains.

He’s sitting at an empty table in one corner of the inn, in his full ranger gear, cloak and bow and all. He lowers his hood as your boss brings him his wine and bread, and the faint light of the candles dances against his handsome face. High cheekbones, dark warm eyes, full lips. It is known amongst the humans that elves are beautiful, like the Valar had given them all the blessing of beauty, and forgotten to bless the humans equally. When you were younger, the girls in your village were secretly all smitten with the elves soldiers, making the boys your age overly jealous. He tips his head back to finish his wine, and the way his throat bobs as he swallows has you mesmerized. His tongue flashes pink over his lower lip to catch a single drop of wine there, and you wonder for a moment what it would be like to be kissed by this mouth.

You shake out of your impure thoughts when his gaze crosses yours, making you avert your eyes. You pretend to focus on your work, hoping the warmth creeping up your face won’t give you away. In the corner of your eye, you catch what you think is a smile on his face, but you don’t really have time to delve on the meaning of this - other patrons are calling for your attention, their thirst already making them rude.

***

The sun has set for a few hours now, and your boss is finishing tidying the main room of the inn. The rare patrons staying the night in the rooms upstairs are already in their beds. But Arondir is still there. Unbothered. You feel him watching you intently. He makes you nervous, but not in a totally unpleasant way. Finally, he sits up, coming up to the counter with his empty goblet of wine, sparing you the need to come fetch it.

“Here.” his voice is soft and rich, dark honey. “I wonder, is there any room free for tonight?”

He inquires, a bit coy, gold-speckled brown eyes boring into yours. You’re glad you can rely on the counter to give some space and support, because damn up close his height and broadness despite his lean figure is undeniable - it makes your legs go weak and your heart flutters.

You stutter a yes, and as he takes the key to the room and leaves for the stairs, something coils into your chest and belly. Heat, frustration. Need.

***

A sip of wine and your inner pep talk were enough to have you gather the courage to come and see him in his room a few minutes after he had gone up the stairs. You had come up with a feeble excuse of bringing in more candles and another blanket, for the night was cold.

It is true though, it’s gonna be winter soon, and the air is chill.

He could have taken the supply and closed the door in your face, but instead he invites you, lets you enter the small room. A bed is tucked in a corner, there is a tiny fireplace on the opposite side that he has already lit up. His bow and quiver are laid at the foot of the bed. His cloak draped over a chair.

He’s still wearing his armor, a breast-plate intricately sculpted in what appears to be wood. The face of some forest god stares back at you. Without thinking, you reach for it, letting your fingers follow the delicate design. You’re surprised by your own cunningness. Maybe you read everything wrong. Maybe he’s gonna be angry at you. How dare you, simple human, touch him, an obviously superior creature, like this? He doesn’t flinch away from your touch, but you swear you can feel his lungs expand just a little faster under your hand.

“Do you think you can help me remove it? It’s not easy unfastening my armor on my own.” he asks, answering the silent question on your mind.

“I’ll guide you.” he adds when you nod your approval, the sentence heavy with unsaid promises.

***

The numerous pieces of his armor are stacked on the floor. His boots next to them. His shirt is discarded not far. You can’t believe he let you remove it, like you removed all the wood, and the wool and the leather he was wearing. It feels like you’re under some sort of spell, because it can’t be the wine only. You’ve always wondered what elves looked like underneath all that fabric and armor, wondered if it wasn’t just for show, but his body is truly one of a warrior. You’re hypnotized by his beauty, the smooth skin of his chest, the hard muscles underneath. Everything so harmonious, and so perfect. He stays calm under your amazed gaze, almost amused.

Just like you did with his armor, you reach out for his naked chest, and he lets you. His skin velvety under your fingertips. Suddenly, you’re scared you’ve gone too far, but he gently catches your hand when you remove it. He brings your fingers back on his chest, laying your palm over his heart. Embolden by his silent permission, you explore more of his skin. You can feel the warmth of his body, and the urge to curl up against him to fight the chillness of the air is strong. You come just a step closer, your hand rising up his face, cupping his cheek, until you can’t resist going even higher, tracing the line of his pointy ear. He inhales loudly and you’re afraid you somehow offended him, until he leans into your touch. He closes his eyes - the knowledge he does that of his own volition given elves don’t even blink is not lost on you - and he lets out a sigh that sounds more like a purr.

***

You don’t know much about elf customs - don’t even know much about elves bodies - especially when it comes to intimacy, but you’re glad to discover Arondir is nothing like the other men you’ve bedded. He’s surprisingly gentle for a soldier, he asks you if he can undress you as well, if that’s what you really want.

“Let me hear your words, sweet lady” he insists when you give him only a timid nod. “Yes, I want this…” you assure him, before starting to unfasten his pants.

He kisses your forehead, then both your closed eyes, and then finally your lips. The kiss is light, the pillowy flesh of his lips barely pressing into your own. He murmurs something in his language, it sounds like a prayer. He doesn’t bother with the translation, yet you feel honored he spoke the words because elves usually don’t like speaking their tongue next to humans. It’s like he just shared some ancient secret with you.

He brings you with him when he sits on the bed. You start laying on your back, but he pulls you up, makes you straddle his lap. You lift a curious eyebrow at the strange position. No men before had let you ride them like that. They preferred to throw you on your hands and knees or on your back.

“It will be better for you” he explains when you can’t hide your puzzled expression. That’s definitely new, but you’re suddenly eager to try.

He’s rock hard, his thick cock trapped between your bodies. You’re already wet, but the feeling of him, soft like silk and burning against your folds and belly, it makes you melt even more. Arondir holds you like you’re something precious, his hands traveling from your waist, up your flanks until they find your breasts. He plays with the delicate flesh, always cautious, his touch never too rough. Your own hands play with the velvet of his cropped hair while you let him do whatever he wants to your body.

He waits for you to be absolutely soaked, on the verge of begging him to fuck you already, before he lifts your hips and nudge the head of his cock at your entrance. No one had been so patient before, and it makes your heart clenches somehow. You sink on him of your own accord, his hold on your waist guiding you but not commanding in any way. The delicious burn of the stretch has your mouth open on a silent cry. He whispers words you can’t quite comprehend although they manage to sooth your ache. He nozzles against your neck while you start moving in his lap. The pleasure burns bright and sudden between your legs, heightening when he presses his fingers against the top of your slit.

You moan and start chanting his name, strange on your tongue for it is the first time you tell it out loud. It’s not the first time you bed a man, yet you almost feel like a virgin. The thickness of his cock filling you to the brim, the exquisite way he rubs at your clit, the incredible warmth from his strong body. Eyes closed, you focus on the overwhelming sensations.

“Look at me”, he coaxes you back to the moment, back to him. Your thighs are hurting with the effort, he surely can feel it in your slowing pace. “You’re doing so good” he praises, his features even more striking when lit by the faint flames of the candles. You bend to kiss him, and it changes ever so slightly the angle of his cock, punching against something devastating inside you. You let out a pleasured sob against his lips, your brows furrowed, and with a few more thrusts like this, you finally come. The pressure on your clit never decreases as Arondir keeps touching you through your orgasm, barely straining as your walls clench hard on the thick rod of him.

“You look so beautiful in your bliss” he compliments, holding you strong against him and petting your hair. You try to catch your breath and Arondir gently lays you down with him on the mattress, on your side, his chest against your back. “Do you wish to go again?” he asks with a tone whose sensuality perfectly matches his husky voice. His hand slides down your thigh until he opens it up and hooks it behind his own. “Because I really want to see you shudder with pleasure once more.”

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zheiya · 2 months

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Both Idiots

Glorfindel x F Reader

⚠️Warnings ⚠️: Just pure fluff

She slowly makes her way through the town, taking in everything. The beauty, the sense of peace, the people. It's all so different than where she came from. She can almost feel the magic around her, and she loves it

As she walks, she notices the people. The Elves. All of them look so peaceful and content. It must be a great place to live if the people look this happy.

I noticed the sound of swords clashing it looks like I'm near the training ground. I walked towards the sound that picked my interest.

As she moves closer to the source of the noise, she finds herself in the training grounds. It's an open area, with grass and mud all over the ground. And in the center of it are two Elves sparring, their swords clanking against one another. The elves are fast and graceful as they move, hitting and parrying each other with such speed that it seems impossible for them to even be hit.

As I surveyed the place I noticed the elf that assisted me that day. I watched him observing as I sat on the bench.

As she sits on the bench, she watches the two Elves sparring. One of them is the same elf that helped her earlier that day. He fights with such elegance and grace that it's like watching a dance. There's a softness to his movements, yet a strength behind them. And when he hits, it's with precision and power.

The other Elf is younger, with darker hair and a more reckless style to his fighting. He's fast and strong, but lacks the technique of his opponent. It's an interesting juxtaposition to watch the two fight, both so skilled from two different methods.

I continued to observe their fighting style but mostly looking at the blond elf I've met. Based on his sword fighting skills he has more experience.

The blonds skill is evident in his moves. Every move appears to be calculated, while also being smooth and fluid. He fights with an ease that comes from years of training and experience. There's a grace and a poise to his style that makes him look almost like a dancer when he moves. He avoids every move his opponent puts out, yet still moves with grace and ease.

The brunette is also skilled, but in a different way. His moves are more focused on raw power and speed. He uses his size and strength to overwhelm his opponent, but lacks the finesse of the blonde.

She watches carefully as they continue to spar. Something about this blonde elf draws her attention even more than the moves he performs. There's something about his presence, his manner, that is captivating. He moves like a dancer, yet there's an underlying fierceness and strength behind it.

As she watches them, the blonde elf finishes the fight with a swift and graceful move, easily dodging his opponents blow and striking to end the fight. His face is emotionless but there's a twinkle in his eyes that implies he's proud of himself.

As he turns around to face his opponent and raise his hand in a sign of victory, the blonde elf looks around the room. His eyes meet hers as she watches him. And for a moment, she could've sworn there is a spark in his eyes as well. Maybe he noticed her? Maybe he likes the way she looked when she was watching him spar? There's something there, something different than with anyone else. He slowly walks over to her, a slight smile on his lips.

He approaches her, seeming to glide rather than walk. His every move is smooth and controlled and full of grace. As he reaches her, he nods his head politely.

"Good day, my Lady."

He says with a soft voice, but there's a hint of mischievousness in it.

"Did you enjoy watching me fight?"

She is caught off guard by his forwardness and his teasing. He's flirting with her? No one has ever flirted with her like this before. It's intoxicating.

I smirk behind my hat.

"You're experience...you must have been in a battle more than any experienced fighters I've known."

"More than a few, in fact," he says with a slight smile. "And the way you watched and studied me? I'd say you have a knack for observing. It takes more than most to notice the skills of another." He says with a slight bow, holding her gaze.

"May I ask for your name, my Lady?" His voice is warm, yet there's also something mischievous and teasing about it as well.

He takes her hand, his lips curl into a slight smile. He's definitely attracted to her. There's something there. He pulls her hand towards him and gives it a light kiss.

"Glorfindel at your service, my Lady," he says with a slight bow of the head. "I'd be honoured if I can learn your name as well."

There's something about him that makes her feel like he's special, like they have some kind of connection. Even she doesn't know why, she just knows that she likes him and likes being around him.

I slightly lift my hat as I smiled at him.

"Y/N it is a pleasure to meet you Lord Glorfindel."

He smiles and holds her hand slightly tighter. The connection between them is becoming increasingly clear.

"The pleasure is all mine, my Lady," he says with a slight bow of his head.

"Tell me, what brings you to Rivendell? It's not often we see such a beautiful maiden appear from nowhere in this peaceful place."

I chuckled as I looked around.

"It's one of my list to visit this place. I heard there's quite an ample offer around here and that got my interest."

"Ah, yes, this is a wonderful place to visit," he says, still holding her hand.

"We're known for our craftsmanship. Our jewelry, our craftsmanship and our art is known far beyond the borders of Rivendell."

"I assume you're looking for a gift, my Lady?" He asks with a slight smile.

"I have a friend in the jewelry shop. He specializes in gems. Maybe you'd like to go with me?" He asks politely.

I chuckled as I noticed him still holding my hand. As I flickered my gaze back to him.

"Hmmm...I suppose I don't mind an escort."

He smiles and lowers his head slightly, still holding her hands. She must be attracted to him as well. Their eyes meet once more and something passes between them. He has the sense that there is more to their encounter than would be considered normal.

"Then let's go. I'm sure you'll find something there that will make an impression."

He says as he guides her out of the training grounds. He has a feeling that this might not be the last time they meet.

As they make their way through the town, she takes in its beauty once again. The houses are made of wood and stone, covered with vines hanging from the eaves. The streets are paved with brick, and the trees line both sides of the path. There are small shops scattered throughout the town, and the air smells of wood and flowers. She can't help but feel a sense of tranquility and peace as she walks with Glorfindel.

He leads her through the town, his hand on top of hers, and finally enters a store that is filled with gemstones, jewelry, and other valuables.

I flickered my gaze at the store observing the place. It seems it is taken care of very well, I can see that it has great craftsmanship.

"This store has been in the family for hundreds of years," Glorfindel explains as they enter.

"It's a place where many of our people come to purchase gifts and items for their loved ones. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

He walks her towards the center of the store, which is a case filled with several different types of jewelry and gems.

"I'm sure you'll find something here that will catch your eye," he says kindly.

I flickered my gaze on the aligned jewelry and gems.

"Hmmm...well the jewel I'm looking for is already standing in front of me."

As I smirk while tracing on the jewel I noticed.

Glorfindel's breath hitches as he listens to her. She just called him a jewel? Could it be?

He looks at her with a slight blush. His eyes are warm as he looks at her. There's a connection there. He just knows that there is.

"Why thank you, my Lady," he says, his voice softening. "I'm humbled by your words."

"What were you looking for again?" He asks, changing the subject slightly. The blush on his face can be seen through the soft golden hairs of his cheeks.

I looked at him for a moment and chuckled softly. As I picked up a necklace it has golden and blue accents.

"Hmmm...I suppose I did."

He watches as she picks up a beautiful necklace, golden with blue accents. The light hits the necklace, making it glisten and sparkle. It truly seems fit for a woman of her beauty.

"Is this to your liking, my Lady?" He asks politely.

"It's perfect for you," he adds, his voice carrying a slight catch. Something about this woman has gotten under his skin, and he's not sure what. He only knows that he wants to spend more time with her.

I flickered my gaze as I motioned him to lower his head.

Glorfindel's heart quickens as she motions for him to lower his head. Is she going to do what he thinks she is? He lowers his face slightly, watching her with anticipation. She is standing so close to him, her breath caressing his skin...his mind is reeling. He wants this, but does she?

He waits for her to make her move, his eyes on her lips.

I looked into his eyes with a hint of mischief as I leaned even closer. That I could feel his breath on my face.

"Do you like it?"

Glorfindel's heart is beating rapidly now. He's almost shaking. She's going to kiss him? He wants that so badly. He closes his eyes, waiting for the moment, praying to the gods that she will. His heart is beating even faster as she leans closer and whispers. And then it happens.

Their lips meet, pressing together in a tender kiss. His hands go to her waist and hold her close as he savours the moment. Finally they part, and he opens his eyes to see her smiling at him softly. He leans in again, kissing her again.

But it didn't happen I looked at him closing his eyes as if he was waiting for something. I blink as I slightly shake him.

"Glorfindel?"

Glorfindel opens his eyes, slightly confused. It seemed for a moment that she had kissed him, that it was real. But it's gone now.

"Yes, my Lady?" He asks gently, looking into her eyes. She's so beautiful. And he wants to kiss her again, properly this time. He can feel the connection between them. There's something there, a spark.

She's looking at him, and there's a hint of mischief in her eyes. She must want it, too. He leans in slowly, his lips approaching hers.

"I said do you like the necklace I've put on you."

As I gazed at the necklace I put on his neck the moment I asked him to lower his head was to put the necklace on him. But for some reason he closes his eyes as if anticipating something don't tell he was expecting a kiss?

Glorfindel's heart drops. This was a prank? She just put a necklace on him and he thought... No. No, she didn't.

"Yes," He says in a tight voice. He can't believe himself. He thought...he was so sure. "I uh...I like it."

He's speechless. He had hoped, prayed that it wasn't a prank, that she actually wanted him. And now, she had tricked him. A soft blush spreads across his face as he tries to contain his humiliation. And she looks at him with a mischievous smile on her face.

"You were closing your eyes were you expecting something?"

As I smirk.

His face turns redder. How could she do this to him?

He takes a deep breath.

"I was. But it seems I was mistaken."

He starts to remove the necklace.

"You can have it back. I thought it was a gift, but it's clear that you were only..."

He trails off, unable to finish the sentence. He can't even look at her right now. He's too humiliated, too ashamed that he fell for her little trick.

I feel a pang of pain when he has taken off the necklace. In a panic I pulled his collar and put a kiss on his cheek.

Glorfindel almost jumps out of his skin. He did not expect her to give him a kiss, let alone on his cheek. He stares at her for a few moments, dumbfounded. She just kissed him, and not just anywhere, but on the cheek.

"Why..." He says with a frown. He thinks that it was just a move of desperation, but his heart tells him otherwise.

"Why did you do that?" He asks softly. Is she truly attracted to him after all?

I stiffly turned around as I put on my hand.

"... It's a thank you gift for showing me around."

As I peak through my hat.

"... Goodbye!"

As I hurriedly got out of the store.

Glorfindel just stares after her, his mind racing. Did she just kiss him? Why did she kiss him like that? Was it sarcasm? Or was she serious? It was hard to tell, and at this point he's just confused.

He watches her leave, and when she's far enough away, he sits down on a bench. What was that? He thought they had a connection, but maybe he was wrong. Maybe he imagined everything. And he can't believe he fell for a prank. What a fool he is. He puts his head in his hands and sighs.

Glorfindel sits on the bench for a few moments, trying to make sense of what just happened. He is embarrassed that he thought she actually wanted him, that she was flirting with him. It must have been a prank. But why would she do this? Why would she kiss him like that? He doesn't understand, and it makes him even more upset.

He stands up from the bench, a knot in his stomach. Maybe it's best to leave things the way they are. Maybe he shouldn't pursue her. It's clearly a one-way attraction, and she won't give him further attention.

The next day I was checking out in the clothing store. Picking the best cloth for my new dress I will be making. I was in a tough spot on which one I should choose the lavender satin or the baby blue satin.

Glorfindel is about to walk into a shop, but when he sees Rickylyn inside debating over a satin, he stops for a moment. She might not have meant it yesterday, and he shouldn't have misinterpreted her actions. But still, he can't seem to stop thinking about her.

He enters the shop and walks over to her. She doesn't notice him at first, but once she does, she looks up with a surprised look on her face.

"Hello, my Lady," he says politely. "How may I be of assistance to you?"

I didn't notice it was him as I frowned and grumbled.

"Hmmm....I can't pick between these two colors. The lavender one is good and so is the baby blue satin. I'm going with the theme of a nice morning walk on the ocean."

I assume it was the shop assistant that was talking behind me.

Glorfindel smiles at her dilemma. He wants to help her pick. He wants to keep talking to her. But he shouldn't. Yesterday was evidence of that. Even if he interprets her actions in the wrong way, his feelings are still real. He likes her and wants to spend more time with her. But he needs to stop. He has no chance with her after all.

"Both are beautiful colors," he says with a smile.

"The lavender will make you look more regal and the blue more gentle. Whatever you choose will be perfect for the theme."

I silently murmured.

"Hmm...baby blue reminds me of his eyes..."

Glorfindel freezes. His heart drops in his chest. Did she just... Does she have feelings towards him after all? Did she mean it when she kissed his cheek yesterday?

He feels a spark of hope inside him. His feelings haven't been reciprocated. She must be talking about him.

He takes a deep breath. His expression is gentle and sincere as he speaks once more.

"His? Whose eyes?" He asks gently.

I flinched as I turned around and finally noticed him. I looked at him shocked I thought it was the shop assistant.

"Oh Glorfindel! I thought you were the shop assistant."

Glorfindel smiles, though still anxious about her saying she was reminded of a person's eyes. Was that person him?

"My apologies, my Lady. I wanted to help you pick the right fabric for your dress. Do you mind if I give you some advice as well?"

He looks at the satin she has in front of her. "The baby blue one is perfect for a delicate, gentle look. But the lavender seems to match your personality more. It gives you more of a mysterious vibe. And your eyes could complement it nicely."

I cleared my throat and awkwardly nodded.

"Well yes both have a great color and fit on the theme I'm making. I want something that is a nail to help me choose between the colors."

As I turned around to not show my face and just focused on the clothes I'm holding.

Glorfindel nods. What she asks makes sense, but he is still interested in knowing about the person whose eyes she was reminded of yesterday. He's quite curious now, almost obsessed with it, in fact. But he doesn't want to seem nosy or weird. It was one of the reasons why he tried to forget about Rickylyn in the first place.

"Maybe..."

He pauses.

"Maybe I could be of assistance. Can I try both of the satins on you?" He asks politely.

I flinched as I turned to look at him.

"On me?"

"Yes, my Lady..."

He looks at her with a smile. "You said that you wanted help to decide, right?"

He steps closer and offers his hands.

"Let me try the satins on you, and see which one looks better on you. It's up to you in the end."

He stares at her, waiting for her answer.

I bit my lip as I tucked my hair behind my ear.

"Uh...sure."

As I awkwardly smiled.

Glorfindel's heart is beating rapidly now. This is his chance to be closer to her. He quickly picks up the two different fabrics. He holds the lavender one in one hand, the blue one in the other.

"Please don't be shy," he says gently, taking a step towards her.

He offers the fabrics to her.

"Put one of them up to your face and let me see how it looks on you. Just hold it, and I'll take care of the rest."

I nodded as I held the fabric half of my face only showing my eyes.

Glorfindel looks carefully at her. He is so close to her now. He wants to kiss her so badly. But he has to keep his composure. This is his chance to see which fabric will suit her better. It might not seem like much, but he wants to see her face when he touches it.

He slowly brings the blue colored satin to her face and puts it on the other side. He doesn't look at her, instead focusing on the fabric. But just the feeling of his hand touching her skin, even for a moment, is enough to send shivers down his spine.

"So?"

Glorfindel looks up at her. He's still close to her. In his mind he wants to grab her and hold her in his arms. But he tries to control himself. He has to stay professional.

"Hm...it looks like the lavender one complements your complexion," he says slowly, looking at her face. He can see her now clearly. She's so beautiful. He forces himself to look back at the fabrics.

"Would you like to try it on for a full effect?"

I couldn't help but slowly flutter my eyes at him.

"You think so?...."

As I looked into his eyes.

He looks into her eyes. She's so close. Their faces are almost touching. The urge to kiss her is almost unbearable, but he holds back, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. They're still in the shop after all.

There's a soft blush on his cheeks, and his heart is pounding. He feels the same spark he noticed in her yesterday, in their conversation. Whatever this is, he wants to explore it. But he's not sure if she feels the same way.

"Yes," he says softly.

"The lavender one brings out your eyes beautifully."

I can feel my check slowly bloom with redness. As I flickered my gaze to his lips.

"...Then..."

Her blushing face and the way she's looking at him give him courage. He's still not sure, but he gets the feeling that she wants this.

He leans in slightly. His heart is beating a thousand times a minute. He can't believe he's doing this, but he wants nothing more than to kiss her.

He puts his hands on her cheeks gently, taking her face into his hands. He's about to kiss her. He hopes that she responds in the same way.

I slowly flutter my eyes at him as I softly and shyly hold his clothes for support. When the sound of falling in boxes broke our atmosphere. That made me jump in surprise.

Glorfindel is surprised as well. The noise takes him out of the moment. His face is close to hers, their bodies nearly touching, and this moment seems so perfect. He would love to kiss her right here and now. But it's ruined. They were interrupted. The moment is no longer there.

He reluctantly lets go of her and turns to look at where the sound came from.

"What was that?" He asks with a puzzled look.

I blink as I noticed someone bumping the vendors merchandise outside. Which made that noise.

"Ah... someone bumped the vendor's merchandise..."

Glorfindel nods. The interruption was unfortunate. Maybe it's for the best. He probably shouldn't kiss her after all, even if he wanted to. It's better to be professional.

But the urge is still there. He just wants to feel her lips once more.

"Let's help them," he says with a smile. He takes one of the fabrics and steps closer to where the vendor is. He lifts some of the fallen merchandise and puts it back on the shelf. This is his opportunity to get closer to her and spend more time with her.

I nodded as I helped picking up all the fallen merchandise. After we were done assisting the shop owner who gave us a lot of thanks for free fruits from her shop. He looked at me for a moment and smiled.

"So have you finally made a decision?"

"I'll go with your suggestion owner; I'll buy the lavender please."

As the shop owner nods and picks up the lavender fabric and starts to pack up my purchase. I looked back at him and noticed he wasn't wearing my necklace.

"...The necklace... you don't like them?"

Glorfindel freezes for a moment, taken aback by her mentioning the necklace. He quickly regains his composure.

"Oh, the necklace," he says, as he realizes he still has it in his hand.

"I'm sorry, it's beautiful. I just haven't put it on yet. I was waiting for the right moment."

He puts the necklace on, making sure to lock it in place as soon as possible. It felt wrong not having it on anymore.

"There," he says with a smile, touching the necklace softly. "How does it look?"

I blushed as I only dazedly look at him.

"Handsome..."

"Thank you," Glorfindel says, feeling flattered by her comment.

He looks at her, and that look on her face... She looks like she's not herself.

He steps closer to her.

"My lady. Are you alright?" He asks with a concerned look.

She seems so out of it. Is she just flustered from earlier? It's possible. But he wants to find out what's troubling her. He wants to help her. That's his role as her attendant, and that's also what he wants as a person.

I snapped from my dazed look as I blushed even more. I hope he didn't notice it as I cleared my throat.

"Uh- yes thank you for your assistance and your worries."

As I hurriedly bowed and started to bolt out of the store.

"Lady! You forgot your fabric!"

The shop owner shouts at me and I blushed as I hurriedly entered the shop shamefully then took my fabric. As I bowed at the shop owner and to Glorfindel then bolts away.

Glorfindel watches her leave, more confused than ever. She was acting so strange. Did he say something wrong? Did he move too fast? Was she just embarrassed by the interruption earlier? Or is it something else entirely? He's not sure. He feels lost. She seemed happy and even complimented him yesterday. It seemed like all was going well.

But now, it looks like he might have scared her away or made her uncomfortable in some way. He doesn't know what to feel or what to do. He feels so conflicted.

I silently screamed in my room as I put a pillow on my face.

"You're embarrassing yourself! My ghad?! Who just bolts out of the shop after almost kissing him! Idiot! I should have taken the chance! Arghhh! Why do I always get nervous!!!"

Glorfindel is confused. She must have felt the same way he did, right? Was it just nervousness that made her leave, so she didn't act on her feelings? No... He shouldn't make assumptions. And he definitely shouldn't make another move unless she explicitly tells him she likes him too. He doesn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"Damn it!" He curses to himself.

He decides to give her some time on her own. Maybe she'll think about what happened. Maybe she'll realize she missed an opportunity and decide to initiate something.

I sighed as I slid on my bed.

"Ahhh....I should've kissed him."

Glorfindel's world is crumbling around him, his hopes crushed. She wants him to kiss her! Why didn't he just take the chance? Why is he letting his nerves get the better of him?

Suddenly, a small spark of hope ignites inside of him. She wants him to kiss her. That's why she left so embarrassed. She was waiting for a kiss, but he didn't give it to her. He can still make it happen.

He stands up, determined. He won't let her get away like that, not without getting his kiss first.

The both sighed to themselves never once have passed through their minds. They're both mutually pinning for one another.

Why are these two idiots noticed they're interested in one another? Geez

#glorfindel x reader #glorfindel #elf x reader #elf #fluff #x reader #fem reader #laurefindele #lort of the rings #lord of the rings #lotr #silmarillion #tolkien elves #tolkien #romance #Spotify

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goodngloom · 2 months

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𝑨/𝑵: 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕. 𝑨𝒍𝒔𝒐, 𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒖𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒔 (𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒖𝒔, 𝒔𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒆).

#monster blog #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #monster oc #orc x reader #elf x reader #changeling #vampire x reader #Tiefling x reader #✩‧₊˚𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕

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running-with-kn1ves · 5 months

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Soooo since you asked for comfy requests, my comfort character of yours is Cirdan, and I would love covering his scars with little kisses and telling him how handsome he is cause I know dude has to be insecure about that and he would combust on spot

I know its cliché but I enjoy simple pleasures

A/N: Naur I love the little(big) elf guy and the softness of this idea. I wish I did it more detailed justice but here's my drabble take. UGHH I LOVEd how sweet it was it makes me all gushy inside.

CW: None! Fluff and comfort all the way through buddy

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“You don’t have to be alone, you know.” Ice-tipped toes of yours brushed the wood panels lining the floor, an electric chill running down your back as the wind from the slightly ajar window perused inside. Your husband always liked it cold, but lately you couldn’t stand it. It was getting too cold outside. Maybe it was because you grew up in suffocatingly warm homes with seasons that hardly shifted, you didn’t have the ability to stand below freezing temperatures like elves did year-round.

Cirdan gently turned his head at your voice, softening his pursed brow as he saw you there shrinking into yourself, leaning a shoulder against the door frame. It didn’t help that all you had to wear were these thin cotton pajamas, white and hip-fitting to show the color of your skin underneath when put under the right light. It made him gaze at you, when all that illuminated the shared bedroom was muted-orange oil lamps and the shine of the moon decorating the floor in a thin silver. It was strange, to be stared at. There was a certain sadness in the elf’s eyes, but it seemed to morph into a relief when that greyish green bore into you, taking in all that you were, only to run back to your eyes and give the softest stare.

You walked to him as he gave a short, croaky hum. “Just cleaning these. Already finished up dinner.” He said simply, in that short way he always seemed to speak when he was down.

You looked over his shoulder to see what he concentrated so painfully on, peering at the delicate pair of battle sickles he hasn’t used since… well, before you got married.

You put a gentle hand on his bare shoulder, musing at the thin and thick pinkish-brown scars along his back.

“I don’t know how you can wear nothing in this weather.” You say with a shiver, sitting down on the spot directly behind the elf.

You practically heard him smile, head still down-turned to look at the sharp steel between the tan cloth he used to rub against them. Your fingers traced the scars you could touch, the long one crossing over his shoulder, the thick few stuck between the blades of his back, which seemed to twitch methodically under your touch.

“S’because you aren’t used to the cold. We sleep in the snow.” Cirdan hummed, “we” meaning his old elven clan.

He grabbed your hand all of a frightful sudden, placing it on the clean and untouched part of his neck not covered by starlight hair or scars. It was so soft and gentle, one of the few places Cirdan had yet to be wounded.

“Hm?” You let through closed lips, sitting on your knees to bring your face up close to his from behind. “Don’t want me touching your cuts?”

“Scars,” He corrected, like it was an ugly word. “Wouldn’t you rather feel something soft?”

He turned just slightly to look at you, eyes shifting to see your face only a nose touch away. Your hands rested on his warm shoulders, feeling them lift just slightly as his chest rose.

“Nope.” You respond, nudging against Cirdan’s temple as you nuzzled into his hair and flattened ear rim. “I’d rather feel you. Wanna memorize every scar and stitch.”

Your hands slide to his back, feeling the ridges of indents in his skin as they fall. “Mmh, its fun to touch them; you don’t feel like anyone else.”

You soak in the warm that pulses from his body, a different heat from the sharp sheets and iced floor. He smelled akin to the grassy scent that whaffed in from the window, a slight musk about him that came from his body glazing over with its natural smell after a bath had rubbed it off not long ago. Oh how you loved it, loved how flesh-like it was, reminding you that there was a living, breathing person by your side, his heart beating through his back and his body altering at every new spot you claimed with your fingers.

Cirdan stopped from cleaning the sickle blades, shoulders hunched as his elbows rested on his knees. He was silent, moping a little over how much you stared, a nagging thought making him want to put his shirt back on.

You snaked your arms around to the front of his chest, giving the best reach of a back hug that you could, bringing your legs to wrap around his warm flank. Your cold feel seemed to make him jolt as you clung onto him like a baby to its mama, burying your face against the deep indent of his shoulder.

“But, wouldn’t you rather--”

“Shh.” You hushed, fingers brushing over the invisible scars from his chest that you could only memorize by touch. “If you keep worrying I’m going to have to kiss each and every scratch on you.”

You pressed noisy smooches to the teensy bits on his shoulder, running your way to his bicep and armpit, showing no sign of stopping.

“Alright alright,” He tittered, putting a hand over one of yours that cupped his chest.

Your fingers rubbed over each single change in flesh, feeling the softer ridges of his nipples, running to the dip of his chest, caressing the deep uneven ‘X’ scar against his collar bone.

“Don’t ever try to change them for me, pretty boy.” You mumbled to his ear, playfully kissing from its tip down to his cheek. “I want your scars and your bits and pieces just how they are. I want all of it.”

You rested your smooshed face against his sharp jaw, letting it dig into your cheek as you kept your nose nearly nestled under his chin.

Cirdan was still, an arm grabbing one of the thighs that wrapped around him, the other entertwining his fingers with the hands that held the fat of his chest. He feared if he moved, the moment would break, that you would suddenly pull away and be gone forever. He wanted desperately to push you deeper against him, to make it so you were both smothered with his warmth, that he enveloped every part of your body to keep it safe. There would be no piece of you undiscovered, and you would fill in the gaps of him that were missing.

“What do you do to me…” He mumbles, hoping you’ll lift your head as he turns his. You do, curious. But he looks partially down, a faded eye following his good one as silver-toned lashes made his honey-soaked eyes look like they were covered with snow.

Cirdan doesn’t let the time slip away from him, pressing his warmed lips against yours with an inward tilt. His nose fits snuggly against the side of yours, forehead pushing forward as you lean into him. The elf drops the sickles to the floor, aside from his bare feet.

He wraps the fullness of his hand around your thigh, trying to smush it deeper against his skin. But the break away from your mouth is too long for him, he moves in again. The longing in his chest he feels, when he senses that desperation to kiss you, a genuine ache of withdrawal when he doesn’t feel that cold cheek against his or the dampened warmth of your tongue.

But you avoid his lips, slipping away the hand of yours that he held to his chest. You rested it to his temple, thumb against his cheek. As cirdan moved in expecting your lips, he found your chin instead, your own mouth covering the usually hidden eye he kept away. You wished he had the confidence to leave it visible; baby steps.

The warm wet poke of a tongue darted between fleshy lips against your chin and jaw, your own mouth opening just slightly. You felt the warm cavern of his eye, eyelashes touching your upper lip as your open mouth pressed a deep kiss to his blind eye, Cirdan freezing as you moved. You lingered there for a moment, pausing to give another gently pressing kiss to the scarred skin below his eye.

You moved away, a bit nervous from how Cirdan’s body was suddenly so stiff. But the moment you moved away, he melted. His shoulders slumped looking up at you with slightly parted lips. He was at your mercy, anything you told him or commanded of him, he’d do without a thought of conscience or hesitation.

There was a gentle drugged look in his gaze, desperate for any little affection you would so graciously bestow upon him.

“So beautiful…” You hummed, looking into the droopy pool of smoke-green he stared back with.

If it was possible, the elf sinked even further into your touch, letting your hands hold his firm cheeks as you planted small kiss after kiss onto the bridge of his nose, to the corner of his stilled lips. But he could not take staying still for so much longer, diving for your moving mouth as you were about to kiss the other side. But he caught you in a smooth mouth to mouth, opened lips begging you to come to him.

You followed, letting your jaw go slack, allowing cirdan’s mouth to fit snuggly against yours, like a puzzle piece of warm air breathing into you.

Your fingers tangled into the elf’s hair that seemed to surround him, listening to the needy groans that left his adored mouth as both his hands held your thighs around his flank, flexing his fingers into your skin like a cat, wanting you deeper, closer. But for now, he’d settle for this, letting you agonizingly sweeten him up with each syrupy kiss and touch that was like a buzzing pleasure, making his heart lurch with desire.

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rednotebooksworld · 5 months

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A busty elf girl comes to you (a landlord) for an extension for her husband’s deadline since her husband owes you money, she begs you for the extension because she doesn’t want her husband to hurt her.

That’s when you find out her husband is a abusive.

#tw abuse #elf x human #elf x reader #elf girl #monster romance #monster lover #monster #monster x reader #monster girl #monster smut #scenarios

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ruiniel · 2 years

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In bloom

Characters: Glorfindel, f!Reader

Relationship: Glorfindel/f!Reader

Rating: Explicit 🔞

Count: 2.6k

Tags: oneshot, Imladris, post-LOTR, human!reader, f!reader, reunion, feels, intimacy, light smut, yearning, AFAB reader, vaginal sex

Summary:

A friend and I had this writing exchange where we'd give each other a set of characters + a word/sentence in Quenya or Sindarin as prompts, and build around those.

So last year I wrote this short oneshot for @pickingfightswithsprites, who gave the prompt for some 🔥 Glorfindel x (human) f!Reader, which I'm posting here

The great courtyard bustles with movement. There is a shift in the wind, carrying with it the clopping of hooves and the whinnying of horses. Travelers speed through the gates as the household of Imladris—what little remains of it—rushes to meet the returning company and aid with their wares.

This marks the end of another expedition in the far southern lands, and judging by the letters, it will not be the last, with many joining the King in his efforts after the War.

A mild breeze gushes in the air, infused with the fragrance of gardens in bloom. You watch the Elves before you—lingerers, not yet having taken the journey to their Undying Lands; some are not ready to abandon the shores they know, others stay for reasons you cannot understand. They tarry here, in a changing world free of shadow for the first time in Ages.

You search the arrivals, craning your neck to see better; shoulders squared, restless fingers worrying at the loose thread of your sleeve. It would be a lie to say the past months were anything other than constant, agonizing loneliness; that time didn’t sludge and crawl through its days. You see the black-haired twins dismount, worn and battle-weary, their eyes like quicksilver. There are none wounded from what you can tell, and that is a measure of comfort. Your eyes skim over the gathering again and at last, you see him.

The weight of his gaze on you proves too much, and all sounds fade to the errant beat in your chest. Welcoming arms hide him from you but you keep staring, choking on your own relief.

You feel the fool standing here like this and before you know it, you’re slowly turning on your heel, walking in the opposite direction away from the rising cheer.

The stable entrance strikes your sides as you rush through, the smell of fresh hay and horses a balm to your stupor. Come to an abrupt halt you clutch the rails of one stall, taking deep breaths; the air will not reach; you’ve overwrought yourself again.

The wooden doors creak and soft footfalls draw near, attuned to the drum of your heart; the subtle rustle of chainmaille joins in, both a blessing and a damning to you. In your sudden fit of cowardice, you remain still, staring emptily ahead.

Pressure tightens around your shoulders, gently, drawing you into familiar warmth. Your chin tips down to the vambrace adorning a forearm, to the gilded rayed sun upon it. You fall against his armored chest, the cool plate hard on your back.

“As careless with yourself as ever,” comes the soft rebuke. His voice, how you missed it. It is the same—vibrant, grounding, with a warm undertone.

You grip at his forearm with shaking fingers, tracing the carvings. “I worried.” You have questions, but your last shred of strength is dwindling fast, and words are scarce. “When no missives reached us in the past months, I thought...”

His other arm wraps around you. “They forced a change in our strategy. There was no time to send word.”

The stable doors open anew, and commotion fills the silence, like bursting mayhem to your ears. Your body softens against him, until he is all but supporting you. Sleep. Rest becomes a dire need as your head lolls to the side, all your worries having spent you.

“I must see the others. Promise me you will go rest?” he asks.

Soft gold brushes your cheek and nose. You’re dizzy; it’s been so long since you held him, felt him, smelled him, had him. “I… promise.”

His fingers tighten on your shoulder like a silent vow and then his warmth is gone, leaving you bare and cold, but relieved.

Sunlight sifts through the stained glass window. Seated on the edge of the bath amid rising wafts of steam, you watch the rays of green and red dancing on the water’s surface. You awoke recently to birdsong and the sweetness of lilac and butterfly bushes outside. Your wayward thoughts rise and crash in uneven order, settling on the memory of his promise.

You hear him enter soon enough, and at the sound of his light tread, you gain your feet and seek him with eager steps, just in time to see him discard his sullied cloak, casting it aside. His bright eyes alight on you, and as before, your body sees fit to rebel—heavy like lead. Perhaps you must still accept this is reality, and not a figment of your yearning or the torment of your pining. You take quick strides, closer.

Glorfindel stands before you with the ghost of a smile on his face, as dusted with travel as his clothes. His plate armor is gone. There is a tightness in his stance, present whenever he returns from these overlong trips. His boots are caked in mud and your gaze sweeps over him, finding a healing bruise or two upon his temple and cheek; his long hair is unkempt, windswept from the ride.

“You look...” you dare take a step, then another, until you’re close enough to see the warm pulse at his neck.

A faded smirk, revealing impish dimples. “Filthy?”

You scoff—or sob, you cannot tell—falling against him in your struggle for purchase. “You said it, not I,” you rustle, breathing in his scent, gasping at the sudden vice of his hold; you’d forgotten his strength. “Come,” you urge, but he does not move; nor can you, with his fingers hooked into your back. Gently, you pry yourself free and bind a hand around his wrist, leading a slow retreat to the bath chamber. Once there, you face him, reaching for the stiff collar of his tunic, your fingers circling and undoing the coppery studs one by one.

His hands twine in your hair as your touch drifts to his chest, lower, working until the garment comes undone, and you ease it off his shoulders. When you seek his gaze, you notice how he follows your every move, lips parting when your trembling fingers reach the waist belt of his trousers to undo the fastening at the front. Your hands slip easily beneath the fitted material, over warm skin and hard muscle; his palm finds your inner thigh, trailing upward. You lift your head to him, sighing as his thumb finds your center, drawing small circles through the wispy silks of your robe. The closeness, his lips on yours, all skew your balance like a blade shearing through bone and sinew; you whimper and he releases you only to shed his boots and trousers before crushing you to him again, whispering in your hair words in every language he knows. Struggling in his hold with some success, you lead him to sit on the heated marble edge.

Yet standing, rapt, you wallow in the beauty of him: the heave of his chest, his strong thighs. His skin, warm freckled gold from months spent training in the burning sun. His strong-veined hands, settling heavily on your waist.

“Á helta.”

“What… what does that mean?” you ask, bemused at his use of those alluring, ancient shards of High Elven, always like forgotten spells falling from his lips.

Glorfindel hums and his gaze softens, a patient hunter in wait. His smile becomes crooked. “Strip.”

You grin, an eyebrow raised in derision and eager fretting, but you’re already tugging at your robe. You want him to see you, want to remember his face as he looks and lingers on every fleeting, imperfect part.

When the cloth slips down your shoulders Glorfindel wordlessly reaches for the unfastened sash at your middle and wraps each end around his fists, and pulls, ordering you down to him. You cross your bare legs around him and he turns, stepping inside the bath and sinking to his knees with you held fast in his arms.

He sighs, leaning back, immersing you both in liquid warmth as you press your lips to his forehead, his nose, the corner of his mouth. “I want to help.”

He frowns, hand sleeking over your rear. “I’d say you already are.” He holds your hips down, and you feel the truth he speaks.

“Before that,” you murmur, a palm to his cheek.

Glorfindel tilts his head so he can nibble on your shoulder. He strains up against you once.

“That’s torturous,” you murmur even as he releases you.

“Believe me, I know,” he returns with half a grin. Then, “Show me.”

It has been so long, your words feel awkward and strange in sharing. But the bond you share, that blazes for something, anything of each other. His uncontrollable shudders are your own; you’re just as weak. You glide to the other end of the bath, propped against the edge, a tapping hand to your chest in bidding.

Glorfindel follows, turning and resting in your arms with his golden head over your heart. There are the reassuring breaths beneath your skin as your palms slide over him, moving to his shoulders, remembering. Your touch eases along his arms, kneading and unraveling knots of tension. In no time at all his body feels heavier against you, his head lolls to one side. “Is this good?” you ask.

“Ná...” he coos, hands skimming along your thighs in the water.

You settle in your shared silence for a while. It is always like this; you’ve gotten used to it by now.

“Do they rankle?…” you ask after some time.

No answer, and with his face turned away, you wonder if he’s actually fallen asleep.

“What is it you are asking?”

You bite on your lip. You dare not ask what he’d done, what he’d had to do all those times, and Glorfindel never spoke of it, for which you assume there are principled reasons. “The places. The people, the memories.”

He sighs as you take his left hand in both of yours and gently press along its length. Your chin rests on the crown of his head. He wrote to you often during those first months away, but his letters only ever covered mundane topics, mentioning nothing else; and you, you never asked but always wished you had.

“Estel does what he must,” Glorfindel says. “There will be yet more unrest before his rule is settled.” He turns his head, his cheek pressed to your naked breast, murmuring: “He will call his banners again come autumn.”

Your hands freeze for a breath before resuming their task.

“I am not going.”

Pure, unmatched relief. “How so?” you ask weakly.

Glorfindel is silent for a long while. You keep to your pleasant toil, lifting his other hand, massaging his palm, circling his knuckles with slow movements.

“The nights...” He gently stirs, rises and turns to face you, his wet hair a deeper gold streaking down his chest, shining rivulets pouring from its tendrils. “The nights were the hardest.”

“How did you make do?”

He brings you in, and cool air meets your skin as you stand in the bath together. “I thought of you,” Glorfindel says and lifts your wrist, pressing an open-mouthed kiss inside your palm. “Of this.” He lifts you easily in his arms.

The longing of ten long months breaks you like a wave crashing against the stones. Your head rests on his chest, eyes closed to the thrum within, and you soon feel the soft sheets beneath you—then him, trapping you with his body. His touch feels rougher now, prowling up your legs, around your waist, cupping your breasts. Harsh fingers, coarse from wielding deadly blades; now they wield you, strong and feverish on your skin. He grabs your chin and takes your mouth and though his kiss melts you it soon becomes painful, and drawing scarce breaths you break away, palms pressing against his chest.

In sudden clarity Glorfindel pauses; his weight is less on yours, his labored breathing hot on your neck as he hides his face into you. “Too much too soon… Forgive me.”

The last you want is a retreat. “No.” You need him back. “... I like it this way. I like you this way.” He takes his time, usually, but now this rush and the fervor and his febrile touch are in themselves a thrill leaving you powerless, hopeless with need.

The Elf slowly raises his head, smiling—he was always dangerous that way. The sun fades beyond the tall windows, dimming your surroundings to layers of twilight. His forehead rests on yours as you run a hand through his wet hair, feel the tip of an ear. His arm reaches under you, locks around your middle, his other hand cupping your head. Soft lips press to your ear. “I want inside you.”

A violent shiver races through your every nerve, where you crave him to the point of breaking apart. Before you can speak he reaches to feel you, wetting his fingers on your slick, and you cannot stifle your moan in time. “It seems you do as well,” he adds, sounding so very pleased.

“I missed you,” you choke and with a graceful arch of his back you feel him, the head of his arousal hard against your mound. With a shift of his hips, he finds you; his breath catches, and you gasp. Pleasurable flickers arrow up your body and your hand runs down fine skin, settling on firm muscle, leading him deeper, reveling in the irate rhythm of his heart against yours. He slips halfway in, hips swaying left and right, stretching you a little, attuning to your sighs, his kiss soft and tender.

“You cannot imagine the things I’d do to you,” Glorfindel whispers. “But slowly,” he rises propped on his arms, and the first long, unhurried thrust proves his intent. Your trembling thighs clench around him, your palms frantic down his chest, and you look to where your bodies are joined before your head falls sharply back against the pillows from another thrust. He leans over you, mouth alighting on your chin, movements building to a pace.

You taste the sun on him. He breaks away to glance at you briefly before his lashes flutter closed, a slight frown on his face; his thrusts follow your moans, stopping each time moments before you peak to steal a kiss, to nip at your skin. You raise your hips, changing the angle as a firm hand to your shoulder holds you down. You’re seldom in your right mind in these moments, and he’s learned to read you so well—every sigh, every breath and moan and what they mean, what they beg for.

Suddenly Glorfindel lifts you to him, turning with you both until you straddle him and he’s on his back, hands on your hips; thrusting upward once, twice, again and again, his unyielding grasp anchored in your flesh as you ride him to oblivion, moaning shamelessly into his smile. He takes over when you tire, ceasing only when you arch your back drowning in shudders of delight, shivering and falling over him, panting and stunned by the scent of heated skin.

His slow teasing resumes, his hands running soothingly along your back. “Took you longer than I recall,” Glorfindel whispers breathlessly, settling into languid movements, grinning through his abandon.

You hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Too much for you, my lord Glorfindel?” In the gloom, you kiss his cheek, lick his lips, suck on his playful tongue.

A low rumble rises in his throat, his hand drifting to your lower back. “Have a care,” he warns, and you feel him pulsing inside you, hard and unspent. “The night is still young.”

“Unlike you—”

Your teasing ends in a yelp when your world shifts and tilts, and you’re trapped beneath him again. You gaze up at a soft smile, in contrast to the fiendish light in his eyes. “Remember,” Glorfindel murmurs against your lips, a thumb caressing your temple, “You started this.”

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