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I Found You (Loki Laufeyson Soulmate AU)

Summary: (Y/n)’s soulmate tattoo is Loki in Nordic runes and now thinks fate is playing with her and he doesn’t exist because they gave her a mythological god. During the battle of NY (y/n) happens to meet him but what occurs once the battle is over? Her soulmate is the most hated man on the planet.

A/n: So I changed the MCU storyline a bit as well where Clint had met Steve before the battle of New York.

Warnings: There’s some physical harassment from a male co-worker on the reader so possible TRIGGER WARNING, and remember if this happens to you, report it and if nothing is done about it, definitely call the police. (Be safe y’all, we don’t all have Steve Rogers to our rescue)


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Originally posted by lokitty

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A young man approached, thanking and taking his coffee from (y/n). She huffed, overtime she called out someone’s name, she always somewhat hoped that her soulmate would mysteriously appear. She’d had her soulmate tattoo since it appeared at age 12, like everybody else, except hers, wasn’t even English. It was in Nordic Runes, something people didn’t use to name their kids. (Y/n) had found out at 16 when she went looking for her soulmate after being teased for her strange tattoo. She was desperate to prove to everyone, her soulmate wasn’t a freak; he/she was unique and deserved love. She, after all, being in foster homes all her life, believed she could give this to them.

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♡ Preferences #2: How they kiss you [Male Version] ♡

                                                ♡  How they kiss you ♡

Jon Snow: Jon Snow prefers to kiss his s/o when they have complete privacy, away from prying eyes. He kisses his s/o slowly and passionately, as he’s a bit nervous, and he loves to savour the kiss for as long as he can, as he’s been rejected all his life by society and those around him. He likes to wrap his arms around his s/o’s hips, or sometimes run his hand down the small of their back. If he hasn’t seen his s/o for a long time, or when his s/o has come into contact with threat or danger, his kisses are strong and longing, and he wants to hold you close for as long as he can before the two of you have to stop for air.

Originally posted by marinaelia

Robb Stark: Robb Stark likes to kiss his s/o by starting of slowly and teasingly, before increasing his speed, and kissing you quite fast and passionately. He doesn’t show much PDA, as it’s not very accepted amongst his people and bannermen, however sometimes he will give his s/o a cute peck on the cheek or forehead when he’s in a particularly good mood, and whisper sweet nothings in his s/o’s ear when the two of them are cuddling. When he kisses his s/o he likes to either hold their neck to keep their head in place, or run his hands up and down their upper body, depending on his mood. When he’s feeling quite cheeky the kiss gets quite hot and heavy, and he likes to squeeze his s/o’s hips ;)

Originally posted by stormborn

Jaime Lannister: Jaime Lannister’s kisses are fast and quite rough. When he’s in a good mood, he likes to dominate and sweep his s/o off their feet followed by a lip bruising kiss, and he often likes to squeeze his s/o’s hips or if you’re alone, grab their backside ;) His kisses are usually demanding, but if he’s trying to comfort his s/o he’ll give you one of his rare slow and longing kisses, or placing a kiss on their forehead, and loosely hugs them, trying to make them feel comfortable and loved. As a member of the Kingsguard, he cannot show PDA at all as he has vowed to never have a wife, however when he’s not part of the Kingsguard, he likes to hold his s/o’s hand and kiss the back of their hand a lot, or peck them on the cheek sweetly to tease them.

Originally posted by petyrbaelishs

Khal Drogo: Khal Drogo’s kisses are almost always super dominant. His kisses are rough and demanding, fast and passionate, and his s/o almost always have to break away due to lack of air. He shows PDA ALL the time, it’s a way of showing off that he’s the sort of the ‘alpha male’ of the khalasar, and it’s a reminder that you’re his and he’s yours to any prying eyes. It doesn’t matter whether it’s super steamy, wild, lip bruising kisses or whether it’s peck on the forehead. He also likes to squeeze his s/o’s hips because the thought of him dominating his s/o makes him feel empowered, but he also likes grab his s/o’s thighs and have them jump up and wrap their legs around his torso, or pin them to a wall. However, sometimes the two  will take things more slowly, especially if his s/o feels quite tired or upset. He also LOVES to often whisper “Moon of my life” to his s/o. He enjoys kissing his s/o’s forehead and hold them in his arms until they’ve fall asleep.

Originally posted by io-primadite

Petyr Baelish: Petyr loves dominating his s/o. He likes to pin their arms above their head or to their sides and placing several rough kisses to their lips and neck, leading down to their collarbone, sometimes biting his s/o’s lower lip. He loves leaving hickeys all over his s/o’s neck, as a way of marking his territory since he loves the idea of having you all to himself. He absolutely adores making his s/o whimper, but sometimes he will take things awfully slowly just to tease his s/o, for example, placing very short kisses and pecks all over your neck, or lightly biting your ear, or placing his fingers on your chin to lift your face only to plant a sloppy kiss on your forehead and walk off to take care of some business, just to leave you longing and desperate. Although, he really likes his s/o pecking him on the cheek, especially during morning in which he has to get out of bed early to run down to the small council meeting, though he would never admit it. He doesn’t show any PDA, since he can’t show any affection in front of the court, or in case anybody uses his love for his s/o as a way to manipulate and blackmail him.

Originally posted by petyrspiper

Tormund Giantsbane. Tormund kisses are surprisingly usually quite gentle, and soft. He loves to show his s/o his love her him/her, and usually takes things very sweet and slow. He likes to run his hands down the small of his s/o’s back, and sometimes pause the kiss to place small sloppy kisses all over their cheeks, forehead and neck, just to playfully tickle and tease them a bit. After battle, however, he likes to kiss his s/o quite swiftly and passionately, wasting no time to enjoy the feeling of his s/o’s lips on his. He quite often shows PDA, not only because it’s quite common with the free folk, but because it also makes you blush quite a lot when other people see the two of you sharing intimate moments.

Originally posted by 9595min

Sandor Clegane: The Hound’s kisses always depend on his mood. When he’s in a quite angry or aggravated mood, his kisses are rough and his actions unpredictable. He’ll sometimes squeeze his s/o’s backside roughly, often making them whimper in shock. However, in the moments when he’s in a good mood, he’s surprisingly gentle and passionate. He’ll hug his s/o and kiss them every so often, and sometimes when he thinks they’ve fallen asleep as you’re spooning, he’ll gruffly whisper “I love you”, because he’s too embarrassed to say it regularly when his s/o is awake. No PDA, as he’s a member of the Kingsguard, and also because he’s embarrassed of other people seeing and mocking him, since he’s never really loved anyone before.

Originally posted by nostalgicgirl99

Jorah Mormont: Jorah’s kisses are always undoubtedly slow and sweet. He takes his time with his s/o, and is never rough as he’s afraid to hurt his s/o. He values his s/o beyond anything, and treats them complete love and care. He’s constantly placing kisses across their face, mostly on their forehead, and sometimes their neck. When he kisses his s/o on the lips, he sometimes takes their face into his hands, carefully, as if his s/o is a glass doll, fearing it’ll shatter if he’s too rough. He absolutely loves to kiss his s/o when they’re cuddling, and whisper sweet nothings into their ear for hours on end, even when his s/o is fast asleep. He treats his s/o like an absolute god/goddess, and worships them with his every waking breath. He does show some PDA, like pecking you on the cheek or forehead, and sometimes just a sweet peck on the lips. He likes to make his s/o feel loved no matter what time of day or night it is, and also likes to show the other people around that his s/o is his and he’s theirs, just to stop people staring at his s/o with lust and longing.

Originally posted by bethgreeneforever

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The Beast and the Harlot / James March

Originally posted by ahs-hotel-imagines

A/N: Based off this request from iimaddhatzz: “ Sooo i dont normally send requests but wjat about something with james march and he finds out reader is a witch from new Orleans or somethin?“

DUN DUN DUNNNNNN! A kinda cross-over of Hotel and Coven?! Could it be?!

Warnings: I feel like ya’ll should know by now.. Smut, always always always smut. And language.

Life in New Orleans had begun to feel suffocating. Between the constant pressure of excelling at the Seven Wonders, Cordelia annoyingly breathing down my neck at every turn, and the general loathing I felt towards the other girls in the coven; I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of that place. So after proving myself an advanced witch and perfecting the Seven Wonders, that’s exactly what I did.

Cordelia screamed and cried when I came down the steps carrying all of my belongings in a single bag. She claimed that I wasn’t safe on my own and that I should continue to be sheltered and protected within the coven walls. That was a laugh. What sane person would want to stay with a bunch of bratty girls who thought it was a good idea to stitch together a poor dead boy and force him to be their sexual slave? Not only that, but the constant bickering between Madison and Zoe had driven me insane. That entire place could burn to the ground with everyone in it and I wouldn’t bat an eye.

I pushed that slightly arousing thought to the back of my head as I checked the directions on my phone. Trying to navigate around LA, I probably shouldn’t be dwelling on the idea of burning my former home to the ground, no matter how wet it made me to imagine killing every last one of those stupid bitches.

Dumbly, I had left the coven with absolutely no idea of what I was doing. I had hitched rides from Louisiana to California before deciding to try to wing in it Los Angeles. LA was the land of dreams, right?

The problem with an impromptu move to Los Angeles was the fact that rent was high and most of the decent hotels were booked for months out. I’d spent the better part of my first day here trying to find a hotel that wasn’t full and that also wasn’t infested with some sort of bug. When I stumbled across the reviews for the Hotel Cortez, I knew I’d found the perfect place.

There were very few reviews on the place, even though it had been around forever. The few reviews that were on there seemed almost like they had been written by fucking Shakespeare or something. The language was wordy and old-school, but I figured why not? It didn’t have any bad reviews.

I made my way into the dimly lit lobby of the hotel and immediately felt a strange energy throughout the building. There was a short, miserable woman at the counter, reading a magazine when I approached. She paid me no mind and continued to skim her magazine, so I tapped the bell on the counter numerous times until she finally lifted her eyes to me.

“Can I help you?” Her voice was flat and cold.

I rolled my eyes. People with her demeanor shouldn’t work with the public.

“I need a room for a few days, maybe even weeks. You guys book that long?”

She opened the guestbook in front of her and quickly glanced down at it. Nodding affirmatively, she grabbed a key from the wall behind her and tossed it to me.

“Room 190. It’s yours as long as you can manage to stick around here.” Amusement danced in her eyes, almost like she was remembering some sort of inside joke.

I raised an eyebrow at her. “No bugs here, right? You realize you do have to disclose any of that if I request it?”

She laughed a bitter laugh. “Bugs are the last thing that plagues this hotel.”

I pursed my lips. What the fuck was with this woman? Rolling my eyes again, I turned on my heel and headed for the elevators.

I had been staying in the hotel for a few days while my savings were quickly diminishing. Finding a job had proven to be extremely difficult and even more frustrating. All the entry-level positions were apparently taken, and I didn’t have any skills to secure myself anything better than that. I’d been staying in the coven for close to six years and never realized I’d need to be able to be good at things to get a job.

After another long day of a fruitless attempt to find work, I found myself at the bar of the hotel. There were only two other patrons: one was the usual kinky-haired woman in the cheetah print coat, crying into her drink as usual; while the other was a man I hadn’t seen before. He had a commanding presence about him. Everything from his hair to his outfit was crisp and perfect.

He was rolling his bourbon around the sides of his glass when I sat a few seats to his right. I signaled to Liz, the bartender, and she quickly sauntered over to me.

“Just give me a shot of Jack,” I said, running my hands through my hair. “Actually, just bring the whole bottle.”

When Liz placed the bottle and a glass in front of me, I heard the young man next to me snicker. I sincerely hoped he wasn’t laughing at me, because I was in no mood to deal with some snobby prick at the bar.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him shaking his head softly. I quickly snapped my head to face him, imagining setting fire to his perfectly toned body.

“Something funny?” I growled, shooting daggers at him with my eyes. His eyes briefly glanced over at me before looking back at his drink.

“Of course not, dear. Just something terribly pitiful.” I noticed the corners of his mouth tick up in a smile and I felt fire run through me.

I took a sip of my own drink before turning myself to face him. “I don’t believe I asked for your opinion, asshole.”

“No, you did not. It was merely an observation. You should be thankful I was the one to notice your vulnerable state and not one of the other unsavory men that frequent this bar.”

I scoffed at him. Who did he think he was?

“Thank you for your concern,” I spat, “But I’m more than capable of handling myself. After all, there’s an unsavory man right beside me and I’m not falling all over him.”

He quirked an eyebrow at me and smirked. “Believe me, dear, if I had wanted you to be falling all over me, that’s exactly what would happen.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Whatever, man. The whole 1920′s gangster get-up doesn’t appeal to me.”

He gracefully stood up from his seat and relocated to the seat right beside me. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I felt an odd energy emanating from him. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, and rather than ask, I remained silent. My reaction could have more to do with my stress levels than anything else. If he wasn’t some sort of witch or spirit, I’d rather not embarrass myself by asking and giving myself away.

He leaned in close to me, running a finger down my jawline. “I was simply looking out for your best interest, dear. I’d hate to see such a beautiful thing taken advantage of.”

I sat stock-still, gauging his next move. He’d caught me off guard and I wasn’t sure what his end game was. I focused my breathing and cleared my mind, trying to use my clairvoyance to determine his motives.

Strangely, though, there was nothing there. Or could I just not get into his head? I’d only had this problem with other witches before…

I was shocked back into reality when his fingers gently traced my bottom lip.

“What’s your name, darling?” His voice was softer now, sultry.

“Kennedy,” I breathed. “Yours?”

“James Patrick March.”

Wait, what? Hadn’t I read that James March had built this hotel and died in it? Maybe it was a name that had been passed down in the family.

Or maybe something was off here, like I had suspected the moment I walked in the lobby a few days ago. I didn’t have much time to dwell on it, however, as Mr. March’s finger continued its exploration. He had softly dragged the tip of his long digit down my neck, gauging my reaction closely.

Well, fuck it. He wants to play, we’ll play.

I grabbed his finger as it attempted to slip between the valley of my breasts. Locking eyes with him, I wrapped my lips around his finger and sucked softly before releasing his hand back to him. His eyes narrowed and I noticed his mouth curl into a devilish smirk.

Grabbing my hand, James stood from his seat. “Shall we continue this back in my room, my darling Kennedy?”

I stood as well and began walking towards the elevators, gently pulling James behind me. There was a slight tension in the air as we waited for the elevator to reach our level. Once the doors opened and we walked into the small space, James immediately shoved me against a wall and attached his lips to my collarbone. I groaned and grabbed his backside and forced him closer to me, feeling his hard member against my thigh.

I quickly flipped us so that James was pressed against the hard wood of the elevator. I bit at his lip before sucking it into my mouth with a teasing lick. He grabbed the back of my head, bringing our lips together for a proper kiss that ended up being anything but proper. Our tongues fought for dominance as our hands groped every part of each other that we could reach.

A loud ding! alerted us to the fact that the elevator had reached our desired floor. I began to pull away from James, but before I got too far, he pulled me back towards him and lifted me by my thighs towards him. I surrendered and wrapped my legs around his waist, biting harshly at his neck.

As we walked down the hallway, I uncharacteristically let out a giggle.

When James shot me a questioning look, I smirked and shook my head.

“You’re not worried that someone might be walking around the halls and see us like this?”

He laughed quietly before saying, “Darling, I own this hotel. I do what I please. If anyone should have a problem with my behavior, they’ll be dealt with accordingly.”

We finally reached his room and it took everything in me to not strip him out of his clothes as soon as I heard the door shut. James looked at me like he was a predator and I was his prey. Producing a knife from a hidden area under his pants leg, he cut my dress down the middle before shoving the fabric off my shoulders and to the floor.

“My dear, you are a revelation.”

His lips were on mine in an instant, his hands groping selfishly at my breasts. James walked me backwards until the back of my legs hit the bed. Pushing me down gently, he crawled on top of me and pulled the cups of my bra down so that my breasts were exposed and pushed up.

Biting my lip, I tried to keep quiet as his lips circled around a hardened nipple. I twisted my hands in the comforter and writhed on the bed. His eyes locked with mine, watching as I struggled to maintain my sanity.

Before I knew it, he had slipped a long digit into my heat. I let out a whimper, closing my eyes and pushing my hips towards him. His thumb softly brushed across my clit and my hips bucked on their own accord.

“Let me hear you, darling,” James whispered into my ear before biting my earlobe softly. Not one to disappoint, I let out a long moan as I felt another finger easing inside me.

He picked up speed, brushing across my clit with such precision that I was seeing stars. My hands ran through his perfectly styled hair, roughing it up. It somehow made him look even sexier, with his wild eyes and hair to match.

Another moan slipped past my lips as James lowered himself. I felt his tongue flick across my sensitive nub, scissoring his fingers inside of my heat. His pace was relentless. I was breathing heavily and arching my back as I felt my orgasm sneak up on me.

“I want to hear you scream when you release, darling. I want everyone in this god damn hotel to know how good I’m making you feel,” James’s words sent me over the edge, spiraling into an earth-shattering orgasm. I gripped at the sheets as I called his name like a prayer.

It took me a few moments to collect myself after coming down from my high. James had somehow rid himself of his clothes in that time and he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine.

“I want you to taste yourself. Surely a delicacy as fine as you should not be kept secret.” He kissed me forcefully, licking into my mouth. I groaned as I tasted myself. Gripping the back of my neck, James flipped us over so that I was straddling him. I rubbed myself against him, loving the noises he made as my dripping cunt came in contact with his length.

He pulled the hair at my nape hard enough to make my head snap back. “Do not tease me, love. I’m not a man that likes to wait.”

Using his other hand, he positioned the head of his cock at my opening. I shuddered as I lowered myself onto him, feeling him stretch me. His eyes closed as he let out a hiss, grabbing my hips with a bruising force.

I began a slow rhythm, wanting him to lose patience and fuck me recklessly. Every time I would slowly lift myself off him, I would quickly drop back onto his cock. He quickly tired of my games and began working my hips himself.

“What did I tell you about teasing?” His eyes flashed dangerously as I felt him roughly buck his hips into me. “Now touch yourself while my cock is inside you. Make yourself cum all over my cock.”

I obeyed, snaking my hand to my core and rubbing furiously. His lips were everywhere: my jaw, my neck, my breasts. The rate at which he was pounding into me left me breathless. I couldn’t remember another time when someone was fucking me half as well as he was.

“James,” I sighed loudly, letting my head drop back onto my shoulders. James picked up his pace, twisting my nipples as I felt myself get closer to yet another orgasm.

“Louder,” he commanded, moving a hand to my nape and scratching down my back. The pain and pleasure blurred as I felt the skin there splitting open.

I began bouncing on his cock wildly. “James!”

“Louder!” He pulled at my hair now, his actions becoming less measured. I locked eyes with him as I screamed his name, cumming so hard my vision blacked.

A long groan left his lips as he spilled his seed inside of me. My vision still black, I suddenly felt a sharp, cold pain across my neck. As my vision cleared, I looked down and saw blood dripping onto James’s bare chest.

Did he really just-

Everything went black for a moment. I was teetering on the edge of life and death, lost in the void.

Centralizing my energy, I began to focus on attaching my soul to my body again. I guess I should be somewhat thankful for Cordelia for being such a good teacher, but then again, I hadn’t planned to have to use my powers outside of the coven.

I felt myself gasp for breath. Coughing slightly, I shot upright in the bed and looked around wildly. James was lying on the bed beside me, smoking a cigarette and looking utterly terrified. Feeling at my neck, I noticed the wound there had begun to close.

My palm made contact with James’s cheek with a satisfying slap. “What the fuck is your problem?!”

Still confused, he merely stared at me before finding his voice. “What are you?”

“I’m a fucking witch! What the fuck are you?!” I seethed, storming from the bed and gathering what was left of my clothing.

James chuckled lowly, causing me to spin and look at him.

“Well, dear.. I guess you could say I’m a ghost,” he looked me up and down appreciatively. “I think we’ll have a lot of fun together.”

He pulled me back onto the bed with him, spreading my legs and burying himself inside me once again.

The Hobbit: Two Outta Three [Thranduil x Reader] {18+ Explicit}

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fanfiction of The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings, and is not endorsed by the originator(s) of the work. All official characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement, offense, or solicitation is intended. This story has been written for entertainment value only. No profit is being made from this writing.

Author’s Notes: This was semi-inspired by the song “Two Outta Three Ain’t Bad” by Meat Loaf. Most of it is basically due to an plot bunny that got out of its cage and yelled “WRITE ME!”. Plus, I love Thranduil smut, and feel that the world should be overflowing with it. Don’t you? (Those are obvious statements, I know.) Second attempt at writing a “virgin fic”. Still not very good at it in my opinion. Also, it took me 3 days to write this, and I was half asleep during most of it. So, sorry if something doesn’t make sense. Posting from the rough draft until I am able to edit it later. I know some of you will also believe Thranduil is terribly out of character. I apologize. I just wanted to convey his more tender, and vulnerable side here.

On an unrelated topic, I am taking fanfiction requests. So, feel free to request something. ^^

As always comments, rebloggs, retweets, feedback, kudos, likes are appreciated.

Two Outta Three

By MoonofMorrigan

“I want to make this completely clear so that there will never be any misunderstandings,” Thranduil said in a soft voice but the tone he used commanded your attention, “I will never truly love you.”

The words hit harder than a mace being flung dead point at your chest. It left you a little breathless. But you knew this already, didn’t you?

“Not in the way a man who is in love with a woman should.”

He is circling you, like a tiger who has his prey cornered. The constant pacing is making you nervous. Why did you come here anyway? You knew it was probably going to end in rejection. You had already prepared for it. You felt your shoulders slump in defeat. Your head bowed and eyes met the burgundy ornate rug on the floor. You brought your arms up, and held yourself in a hug. You didn’t ask for him to be in love with you. You asked him to love you… or in other words, make love to you. It really made no difference to you if he could never truly be in love with you, as long as you could be with him. After all, you knew his heart belonged to his beloved elf queen who lay cold in her own grave. How could you dare to ask for the warmth of his embrace knowing that? You are so foolish.

You failed to notice the draft hitting your shoulders and chest when your robe slipped from your shoulders to hang at your elbows as you hugged yourself. You felt embarrassed, and with it slightly warm as a result. Your eyes briefly caught a glimpse of the empty bed in the far portion of the room. The sight heightened your feelings, causing your head and shoulders to droop lower still as you close your eyes shut to remove it from your view.

You weren’t really paying attention to exactly how he was wording what he was saying until he said his next words, “I will want you, even need you. I will not just take you into my bed once, and then never again. That you need to be aware. I know I will crave you. ” Your head shot up at that, meeting his ice-blue eyes, “But I will never love you. Can you truly live with that?”

His gaze was solidly fixed on you at this moment waiting for your answer. You opened your mouth to speak, but instead you found yourself simply nodding. His eyes narrowed momentarily, then he spent several long moments looking you over from your head to your toes. The nightgown you were wearing left little to the imagination when the light hit it. Hence, why you wrapped the sky blue robe about yourself before you came to him. His lips twitched upwards at the ends when he finished, and you became aware of your exposed chest and shoulders for the first time. Quickly, you pulled the robe back over yourself, but on a whim, since he seemed to like what he saw, didn’t cover your chest.

“Have you ever taken a lover before?” he asked taking a step towards you.

You swallow the lump in your throat, “No, my lord.” You feel the heat on your cheeks as you look away from him.

You hear him let out a soft chuckle before saying in a serious tone, “So, you’re a virgin then?”

Again, you swallow hard and after briefly biting your lip as he steps closer still to you and lays his hands on your shoulders, you quietly answer, “Yes, my lord.”

“You were involved with others before. This I know. Why did you not at least share their bed?”

You straighten your shoulders under his warm hands, and look up, “Because they were not you.”

He scoffed. “You have longed for me that long?” You knew that he already was aware of the answer to that, and was teasing you.

You resist the urge to look away in embarrassed, feeling completely exposed, “Yes. I have ever since I first had the pleasure of being in your company.”

A look that betrayed his desire, and also an uncertainty that you could truly commit to such an arrangement as he suggested crossed his features briefly. His right hand reached up at your words and he caressed your cheek tenderly. The soft touch makes a smile come to your lips. His touch was so warm and welcoming.

You decide to abandon all guarding of your feelings and just tell him as best as you are able that as long as he lets you love him, and he merely wants you, it will be enough for you, “I do not ask for you to love me. I know you cannot.” You look down briefly and up again, “I merely ask to be your comfort and warmth when the loneliness and the desire for another haunts you. I want…” you bite your lip once more. Afterwards, even as you speak, he runs his thumb over it while paying careful attention to what you’re saying, “I just want you to want me. To make love to me, even if it means nothing more to you than the momentary pleasure it brings.”

“What of your own feelings? You just wish me to ignore them even though I cannot return them?” he asked shaking his head in disbelief.

You set your jaw and let a determined expression fill every inch of you, “Yes. It will be enough for me to share your bed, and be a consolation to you if you will let me be.” And just let me love you in silence.

“What happens when my wife is reborn? What of your feelings then?”

“Then I will leave. I will go to Lothlorien, and make my peace with it.”

You had already thought all of this out over the course of the last few weeks. You had wanted to wait until the Autumn Feast that the king held, but tonight, when you were staring into the flames of the fire in your chambers, watching the embers flicker and some of the wood turning to ash below it, you felt something inside. Something more than longing, loneliness and want. You felt an intuitive need to go to him this night. It was as if the earth itself was crying out to you to go to him now or you were to never go to him at all.

His eyes seemed to convey the realization that you had indeed thought about all of this, and his hand trailed from your cheek down to the suppleness of your neck, and around it, then he bent lower to kiss you. The kiss was unsure it seemed to you, as if he was testing how welcome it truly was to both of you.

You returned it a couple seconds later, trying to make your mouth communicate your reassurance. At this, the kiss became deeper and you felt him take your bottom lip between his parted lips and gently suckle it before taking advantage of the gasp you let out, and plunging his tongue in your mouth. He explored it for several long moments, and you took the opportunity to do the same to him in return.

He released your now reddened lips, and lay a series of soft, sweet kisses upon your cheek, stopping briefly at your cheekbone to nip and kiss at as you hear him whisper in your ear, feeling the heat of his breath on your skin as he spoke, “I’ll take this as slow and gentle as I can being as it is your first time, but at some point even I can offer no guarantees.”

The words caused an intense wave of pure desire to surge through your veins, and nervous butterflies to enter your stomach at the same moment. Images that you had attempted to dismiss in your fantasies danced briefly into your head.

You feel the hand which had remained in place at the back of your neck slip down to the small of your back pulling you against him, while his other began to take more liberties, and slowly work its way up to your left breast which seemed to be tingling before this with an odd ache at the mere anticipation of touch. You let out an involuntary moan when he began to massage your nipple through the fabric with his fingers.

As he continued, you realize any stirrings of desire you had before this were nothing compared to it. You had never let anyone touch you in this way, and now your whole body was aching with the need for it. It ached to be touched even more with each kiss, caress and feel of breath on the skin.

After a few minutes of this, he pulled you even closer against him, letting you feel the growing evidence of his own desire rub against you. He let out a moan at the contact, and one of his hands reached down grabbing your backside pushing your groin even harder against his own. He began to rock his hips gently against you making you gasp, moan and whimper at the new sensation.

Your own hands had wound their way about his waist, and you clung to him as he trailed his lips the length of your neck. But now they were beginning to want to feel more. So, trampling down the shyness that kept your own hands and lips from exploring him, you began to run your hands over the fabric covering his chest. The white tunic, made of the same fabric as your gown, felt like satin underneath your fingertips, but you could clearly feel the contours and muscle of the body hidden from view beneath it. You wanted to taste the skin so that was hidden from you more than anything in the world now, even as your hands slipped down lower over his torso to his hips.

You were tempted to go lower, but not knowing exactly what to do, and knowing precisely what was underneath the fabric of his trousers, you hesitated and contented yourself with leaving one hand on his hip and the other to run along his spine.

His lips, which had been fixated on your neck and collarbone parted in a smile that you could feel on your skin as he stopped and claimed your lips, grabbing the hand upon his hip in his own. After suckling your bottom lip in a sensual, hungry manner, he whispered, “It is okay. You can if you want to.”

At this he slowly nudged your hand a little farther downwards breaking the contact of your bodies slightly, leaving you feeling in a way more frustrated than you had ever been before in your life at the abruptly ended sensation the contact of your bodies afforded.

He did not force it down any further, but you chanced a look at his lustful face and could tell he really did want you to do this. More out of curiosity than anything, you took your chance and gently cupped the erection which you had felt pressing and rubbing against you just moments before. He let out a strangled whimper, and you looked up to see if you hurt him.

It was very clear that you hadn’t by his closed eyes and open mouth that let out a deep throaty moan when you began to gently rub your hand against him. Somehow the sounds he was making, and the look of pure bliss on his face increased your own need, and realizing his own hands had stopped wandering, or doing anything to you for a few brief moments you stop.

You felt selfish, but you could not help it. Another wave of curiosity had overtaken you, and you wondered what it would feel like if he touched you in your most private areas. You had never let yourself have the freedom of pleasuring yourself, feeling as if it would open you up to something that you would not want to touch upon until you experienced real love play with another.

The idea of his hands between your legs made you begin to feel extremely wet, filled with lust, and before you knew what you were doing you were grabbing his hand, as he protested with a growl to your stopping your ministrations to his own center of desire, when a smirk came to his face as he looked down and seen you lifting your skirt up with your free hand.

Once your hem was mid-thigh he wasted no time in slipping his hand underneath it between your legs. His finger found your nub easily and began rubbing it gently*. You cried out feeling your knees give a little at this, as you clung to his forearms to stay upright. A soft, kindly chuckle escaped his lips as his free hand lifted you back up to your standing position, then took one of your hands and placed it on a cheek of his backside. You look up at him as he induced you to moan at the attentions of his hand between your legs as he began to run his fingers along the lips of your pussy, then go back to massaging your clit in a circular motion that was quickly beginning to make you want to scream in delight.

“You’re so wet already and we have just begun my dear,” he muses, then you feel his finger move back a little and begin to rub at your opening. He slides a single digit in and out a couple of times, and your knees buckle once more. A smug smile came to his face at your reaction for a moment, then a look of pure hungry want replaced it as he watched your facial expressions, listened to your moans, and you could tell he was noting your breath starting to come quicker with each stroke his finger made inside you.

“Please…” you half whisper, half whimper.

“Please?” he asked with another smirk as he comes in to start kissing your neck and the exposed portion of your breast as he continues his wonderful, torturous motions between your legs.

He takes your right nipple in his mouth between the light fabric and you can fill him sucking it between his teeth.

“Take me to your bed,” you say in breathless voice. 

Wordlessly he stops, letting your skirt fall back to your ankles making your insides and very skin mourn the loss of his touch. He takes both of your hands in his and tugs gently, turning his head and shoulders to look behind him as he leads you to your requested destination.

When you reach the side of it, it is as if the complete realization of what is about to happen overtakes you and you find your arms crossing over your chest to cover yourself. He gives you a patient, but tender smile and reaches out with both hands and cups each side of your face in them, rubbing his thumbs along your cheekbones, and then trailing them to the sides of your neck finally resting them on your shoulders.

“We can stop now if you want. Each day take things a little further if you have changed your mind about giving yourself to me completely this night,” he tells you looking into your eyes, and you can feel him trying to convey a sense of empathy towards you.

You look away - at the bed, a golden coverlet and soft, white sheets folded down to welcome their usual lone occupant. The desire that was still causing an ache to your loins, and a sheer intuition of feeling (the same one that had led you to his private rooms in the first place) called out to you louder than ever. You felt your head shaking even before you began to speak as you turned your gaze back to him, “No, I do not wish to stop.” You take a moment to catch your breath and decide to be completely honest, “But I will admit to being a little frightened.”

His left hand moves up to your cheek once more and he runs his thumb along your lower lip as he looks upon you, “What are you frightened of my lovely one?”

Hearing him call you that makes your lips twitch up at the ends slightly. Other than the unknown what are you afraid of? The pain they say there is with the first time? Or is it fear of not being able to truly please him? Or that once you are truly uncovered in front of him that he will be turned off? That he will not want you tomorrow even though he said he would?


The thoughts race in your mind a mile a minute.

As if able to read some of them by the look in your eyes alone, he kisses you gently, and only pulling away just enough to speak says, “You need not fear that I will not desire you at any point on this night, or any other, if that is what part of your trepidation springs from. I can assure you, I will call for you not only tomorrow, but many nights after.”

You can’t help the relieved smile that crosses your face. He grins in return and kisses you once more, this time deeply, filled with a raging need. He pulls you tightly against him once more by the waist, and your arms snake about his shoulders and tangle in the long hair behind his neck.

You feel his hands begin to run along the sides of your body, and then finally he pulls away when they reach your shoulders. Feeling a little dazed and breathless you look at him confused. He looks down at your nearly bare shoulders, then up at you. Your eyes remain fixed on his as he runs his fingertips over your shoulders to the edges of your robe and nightgown. You open your mouth in the automatic protest maidens are used to giving when a man attempts to get further along than he should, then close your mouth hearing a snapping sound at how hard you did so. No, you were not going to protest this. You decided when you came here that you would belong to him, and he had every right to undress and look at you if he wished. You let your arms fall to their sides and try to bury the nervousness that began to settle in your stomach.

“Do not be frightened,” he whispered as he grabbed the tops of the sleeves and slid them down your arms. The nightgown and robe both pool at your ankles a moment later, and the gentle breeze from the open window kisses your exposed skin. You resisted a second urge to cover yourself as he looked you up and down, then takes your hands in his once more, gives you a sweet smile, and places your hands on his chest.

Confused for a moment you look down at your hands and see they lay upon the first clasps of his tunic. You look up for a split second at his face, which is looking your naked flesh over, a clear look of pure desire written on his features. The idea of him being so filled with want for you sent a wave of need straight down to your toes. With it you hurriedly undid the clasps and lacings and he shrugged the material off in a fluid movement as you looked upon him and reached out to touch his chest with your fingertips. Finally, coming to the rim of his trousers where the significant evidence of his arousal was clear even with them on. You undo the first two buttons and then he grabbed your hands.

“I think it best if you let me do that when the appropriate time comes. You can look after we make love.”

You cannot help the pouty look that crosses your features, but as he was the more experienced one, you felt it best not to protest. You were not totally ignorant of male anatomy, you had lived long enough to know what it looked like, (granted, not in a full state of arousal), but considering the circumstances…

“Lay down,” he said in a tone of voice that you weren’t sure if it was a command or a request. Either way, you do what you are told and settle into the pillows, sheets and blankets in the middle of the bed. He first lays down next to you then maneuvers his way to lay on top of you, his legs entangling with your own. Feeling the weight of his body on yours makes it seem as if your body took on a mind of its own, and instinctively your legs parted bending slightly, and finally laying to rest on top of his own, entwined once more.

You let out a gasp when you feel him rub against you even more intimately than before a second later. He didn’t thrust his hips against you this time however, but instead kissed your lips several times - each one drawing you deeper into it. He released your lips finally and began to leave soft, fluttering kisses on your cheeks and down your neck. His mouth worked its way down slowly before finally taking your left pap, aching for attention, into his mouth and suckling on it and licking at it with the tip of his tongue. The sensation makes your hips buck against his own, and your hand once again tangles in his hair at the back of his neck to gently urge him to continue. He obliges you for several more moments before moving to the right, repeating the action.

You feel a deep pooling of warmth and are suddenly hit with waves of delightful bliss, something you had only felt in tinges before now. Each wave feeds off the other and you found your insides, in the spot where he had been sliding his finger in and out of you tightening as your hips began thrusting against his body as if possessed by another force entirely. It forced your eyes closed and your legs began to open wider with each wave that hit you.

You’re pulled out of your impeding orgasm briefly when he stops his attention to your breasts with his mouth, replacing it with his hands which massage the hardened flesh gently but assuredly for a few moments. His mouth is busy trailing lower down your belly, to your left hip, then the inside of your thigh which causes a tingling sensation to shoot down your legs making your toes curl. His lips traveled the length of your leg, and nip at your ankle, before switching to your right and worked its way back up your ankle, leg, and then hip, before meeting in the middle at your bellybutton, which he dipped the tip of his tongue into and sucked at.

You peered down at him with heavy eyelids unsure as to what he is about to, but found yourself willing to let him do as he pleased as long as he didn’t stop making you feel so blissfully alive and full of need for him. He glanced up at you for a moment, before pushing your legs further up, and farther apart, then dipping between your legs.

The first moment of sensation was almost blindingly alarming in its feeling and how it shot through your whole body like a lightening current, as he began to lick and suck on your clit and kiss the lips of your most intimate parts. You find yourself crying out, then moaning deeply, clutching the blankets beneath you to ride it out.

He continued, unrelenting, his mouth working in intricate patterns on your body, and his hands gently holding your hips down to keep you from bucking against him. The restraint caused you to feel even more aroused, not because of it limiting you, but because it forced you to feel in excess everything he did to you.

The world around you began to fall away and through closed eyes, your body seemed pinpointed on the area he was working at so expertly between your legs. Stars were starting to form behind your eyelids, you felt as if your breath was being lost to you. Above all, your heart and blood was pounding so hard you were sure everyone in the kingdom could hear it. It was making you afraid. You briefly worried it would explode if it took anymore. It was like being on the edge of a cliff with waves pounding around in you in every direction, coming higher and higher before one huge wave would wash you over the edge. Once you were pushed over it, then it was if there was no sound at all, only feeling as the tidal wave washed over you. It was fear-inspiring and so wonderful in its feeling. You were only vaguely aware of your head thrashing against the pillows, and you biting you knuckles to strangle out the cry that was escaping your lips.

Finally, you were able to open your eyes, and the last aftershock of your orgasm had to wear away before he came into focus again, and he was laying fully on top of you once more, your legs spread further than you had ever thought possible, and your body slick with sweat.

He looked down upon you as you came back to reality, propped on his elbows, then seeing your eyes open bended down, and his arms snaked about you while kissing your cheek and nipping at your ear. He went back to kissing your neck and sucking at it then he reached your collarbone. Once there, you felt him suck hard at the flesh, even taking it between his teeth, and it stung for a moment before he released the skin. He looked upon the spot for a brief moment, and a strange, pleased smile came to his lips.

You give him a confused look and reach up to touch the area that felt bruised. He smirks at you, then says softly, “You’ll need to wear something about your neck for a couple of days.” He apparently seen the confused look on your face as you rub it, “You’ll understand when you look in the mirror.” At this he leaned down and went back to kissing the other side of your neck and collarbone as his hands traveled the length of your spine and grabbed your buttocks, kneading it in his hands, and ran his fingertips along your hips and sides before one hand cupped one of your breasts, while the other went back to tracing your spine.

Did he mark me? You wonder for a moment. The idea seemed oddly sensual to you, but at the same time filled you with confusion. Why would he mark me? You had seen such marks on some of your friends who had lovers bodies before. So you knew it was practiced, you just never imagined he would do such a blatantly ‘you are mine, and I do not care who knows it’ thing to you.

At this, you turned your head toward him, and he caressed your cheek with his own before giving you a brief kiss on the lips, then jumping to your breasts once more, then came back up to your neck. His hands were all over you. They never really stayed put.

You became aware that he would possibly welcome you to kiss and touch his neck, chest and other parts if you could. So, glancing briefly at his profile which is focused on the spot behind your ear, you bring your hands from his waist and let them explore his spine with one and his muscled chest with the other, then you bring your lips up to his own ear and take the earlobe between your teeth and gently suck at it. You hear a husky breath escape his lips, and let it lead you on. You let your hands wander further down his chest and back until, after only a moment of hesitation you grab one cheek of his backside and let the other venture between his legs to rub the probing erection which had been brushing against your leg and groin.

He turned to look at you with a lustful gaze that made your ego swell before you pull up a little to capture his lips with your own. You could still taste yourself upon his tongue, and you refused to let his lips leave your own for several long moments as you attempt to figure out a way to let your wandering hands find a way inside his trousers. The idea of touching him there was very alluring to you, almost like an area that was to be conquered, and listening to him purr and moan in your ear and mouth brought your body back alive again.

He grabbed your hand again which had almost worked its way inside and placed it on his hip. At this, you release his mouth with a frustrated groan.

He laughed softly at this, “I know you want to touch me like I have touched you my pet, and I promise you can after this first time is passed.”

“I want you to feel as wonderful as you have made me feel,” you tried to reason with him while looking in his eyes, attempting once more to dip your hand down his pants. He snickers at you when he grabs your hand again, only he doesn’t place it on his hip, but on the outside of trousers over his erection. “Settle for this right now.” He tells you. You give him a disappointed pout, then you start to rub him slowly watching his eyes close, and you let out a small, happy gasp when you feel him buck his hips against yours.

He speaks something in Sindarian, then leans down close to your lips, but doesn’t kiss you, cupping your chin in his right hand, “I want you so much. I can hardly bear it.” He kisses you a couple of times before continuing, “It is going to hurt this time my dear. No matter what I do, or how gentle and careful I am, it will hurt. Do you understand?”

You nod, and bite your lip.

“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” he asks in a tone that clearly says if you consent it will be the point of no return.

You again nod. “There is no other who I would ever want to do this with.”

He closes his eyes, as if saddened by your words, then opens them simply nodding in return, “Just lay still for a few moments, and relax as much as you can. Do not look at it, or it may frighten you.”

You move your hands up to snake around his waist once more. Unsure what he means, you begin to feel his hand reach between you and move undoing the buttons to his pants. He sits up for a moment and tells you to close your eyes. Confused, you obey, hearing the rustle of fabric, then the sound of it hitting the floor beside you. You feel him resume his earlier position, and he kisses you - long, hard and deeply as he dips his hand between your legs once more.

He rubs at your clit again. Reawakening your need for him again in full force, then slides a finger inside you once more, working in and out slowly. A moment later he removes it, then slides back in having added another finger, repeating the action. The feeling is still wonderful but tight somehow, each movement making it more pleasant. After a few minutes of this, and many deep wanton-filled kisses later he slides his fingers out for the last time and then you could feel his hand grab his member and begin to rub it against you instead.

The feeling made both of moan in delight and he continued to do this for several minutes before he asked you in breathless voice, “Are you ready?”

You merely nod your consent, then do your best to not only lay still as he continued rubbing himself against you, but to relax.

Suddenly he went still himself, and you could feel him placing the tip of the hardened, warm flesh at the mouth of your vagina. You bit down the urge to look down and force your muscles, which were starting to tense up at the idea, to relax.

“It will be alright. The pain will only last a moment, and if it doesn’t we’ll stop,” he tells you in a controlled tone of voice.

Not sure why he had that tone you turn your gaze to the ceiling and take several deep breaths, feeling your muscles calm all over. Noting this it seemed, he seized the moment and slowly slipped inside of you.

You let out a yelp in both surprise and pain. The pain was searing. Like a knife had been plunged into your most sensitive area and left a large bulge of something inside you which your vaginal muscles were tightening around in alarm making the pain worse. You could feel your eyes well up with tears, and before you could keep yourself from blurting it out you whimper, “It hurts! Oh gods it hurts!”

You hear him speaking your name at this, begging you to listen to him. You force yourself to open your eyes and look at him once more, “Listen to me. I know it hurts. For all that is good in the world, I wish it didn’t, but you need to force yourself to relax again. It will stop hurting so much then.”

After a few hyperventilated breaths, you grit your teeth and try to focus on what he told you to do.

“Breathe my dear, breathe,” he tells you in a soft, gentle voice.

You do as he asks and begin to take deep breaths, to calm yourself, but remain as perfectly still as possible. As he said, the pain began to subside a great deal once you stopped concentrating on how much it initially hurt.

“Good. You’re doing very well darling,” he whispers to you and bends down to kiss away the tears from your eyes. “I’m sorry this is hurting you.”

The pain seemed to have completely ebbed away, and now you just felt the strange tightening sensation of him being inside of you. At this point, you weren’t really sure if you liked it or not.

“I am going to take myself completely out of you for a few moments, and remind your body of its wants before I plunge back into you again. I promise it will not hurt the second time if you remain at peace and feel the desire in your veins, rather than the fear.”

After he says this, you feel him leave your body, with what sounded like a frustrated groan. He closed his eyes for a moment and reopened them, as if steeling himself to keep control over his emotions, or possibly his needs.

You feel a little bad about that, but are unable to fully focus on it when he begins kissing your breasts once more for a moment or so, and then rubbing his erection between your folds again. This time your opening seems to be ready to welcome him in with each pass, and before you think twice about it, you pushed your hips upwards a little and felt him slip inside you. He cried out in surprise and you could see the flood of ecstasy cross his features as his eyes closed and his back arched slightly. The hardened flesh stung a little at first, but was nothing like before. In fact, the longer it lingered there the more pleasant it felt.

He finally opened his eyes, and looked upon you shaking his head, breathless he cried out, “I can’t control it anymore woman!”

At this he began thrusting his hips as his hands grabbed yours by the wrists and he pulled your arms over your head. The thrusting felt uncomfortable at first, then started to feel good in a way you could not really explain. His rhythm started out slow but steady, then seemed to gain speed and force when you found yourself opening up more to him and he was able to take you even more deeply. The waves of passion from before started to claim you once more, and you could do nothing but enjoy it for he held you down in place. Then in what seemed merely moments later you felt the same tidal wave begin to rush in on you as his rhythm became frenzied and his thrusts so hard that he was burying himself inside you to the hilt. The force of his thrusts making a slapping sound as he made contact with your body.

You were both moaning, and saying things which would leave no doubt to any passersby as to what was happening behind his closed door.

Finally, the wave crashed over you, but you didn’t try to quiet the scream coming from your lips. You didn’t have to for he cried out just as loudly for a moment, then leaned down and claimed your mouth to drown out both of you. Suddenly, all at once you felt a warm rush of something inside you, and his mouth leaving yours as trembling, he pumped his hips against you for a few seconds longer before stopping.

“Are you okay?” he asked you after several silent moments while he caught his breath.

Just as breathless you answer, “Yes.”

He merely nods with closed eyes, releases your wrists, then lifts himself off of you, and settles in the spot next to you once you move over a little. You look upon him in wonder more in love with him than ever before, and longing for him to hold you. You watch as he slows his breath with closed eyes, and then you take your moment to look him completely over. He is just as beautiful as you imagined him to be, but you can’t help glancing below, and feeling your thighs clench together for a moment when you seen his diminishing erection. That was inside you? Gods, no wonder it hurt at first. How did it even fit, you wonder briefly. Then you curse your body when it sends another current of desire down from your belly to your legs, to your toes when you think about how it felt the second time he was inside you.

You hear him chuckle beside you, and you look up, not having realized you had been staring at his penis this whole time, and see the smirk on his face, “Now you know why I told you not to look. My wife made the mistake of looking and wouldn’t let me come near her for a month after we wed once she seen it. But then she had not ever seen a naked elf-man before either.” He lay beside you, just looking at you for a long moment before he asked, “Did it hurt very much the second time, my pet?”

“No. It was just as you said. It only really hurt the first time.”

He nodded and looked away for a second before looking back at you, and reaching his arm out to you. “Come to me.”

You scoot over and settle in his outstretched arms, laying your head on his chest. Before you knew it, you nodded off to sleep along with him.

When you awoke you briefly didn’t remember where you were until you looked up and seen his sleeping face.

You slid your arm about his waist and pushed yourself closer against him just to know he isn’t another dream your mind had made up.

You let your cheek caress his chest, and then close your eyes to try and settle back into sleep when you begin to feel his right hand begin to wander down to your breast and the feeling of his lips against your forehead force your eyes back open. You look up at him and taking your chin in his hand he leaned down to kiss you.

You smile then cringe when you began to feel the stirrings of an actual need for love making once more. You slid your hand down his torso, and abdomen, then tenderly but firmly grabbed his member. You begin running your fingers and palm along the shaft and hear him let out a sound that you could only liken to purring.

He turns to lay flat on his back as you do this, and puts an arm about your waist.

“Aren’t you too sore for another game of love making?”

Feeling a little wicked, you shake your head and continue rubbing him, reveling in the feeling of  him beginning to harden and grow in your hand.

“Don’t wake it up too much or you’ll have to play with it my dear,” he warned in a teasing voice.

You look at it for a long moment as it finally becomes completely erect, and you think of what he did to you earlier. “Can I kiss it?” you found yourself asking, leaving him to raise his eyebrows at you, and give you a smile.

“Of course. Carefully though.”

You let out your own laugh at this, to tell him that you already knew that much, and nervously look upon it in your hand, before bending over and taking as much of him as you can into your mouth.

You feel him tense, and let out a gasp. You look up and see his eyes are closed and his hands are digging into the blankets. You lick at him, especially around the tip then suckle on it for a couple of minutes before releasing it and going back to pleasuring him with your hands. The skin was slightly salty, but not bad tasting you muse. Yet, other than a few labored gasps and whimpers he let escape his throat, you weren’t sure if he was actually liked what you had been doing or not. His eyes opened and he looked at you in an almost pathetic way.

“Why did you stop, love?”

You give him a sheepish smile, “I wasn’t sure if you liked it or not.”

He let out a small, incredulous laugh at this. “Trust me, I did. It’s okay though. I’d rather have what you got between your legs.”

You feel your eyes grow large at this, and then with same wicked feeling as before, you climb on top of him and straddle him between your legs, the idea of him being so turned on by you making your own want of him grow.

“You really want it, my lord?” you ask in a teasing voice as you begin to rub yourself against his erection which makes you both moan in pleasure while he cups your breasts in his hands, and begins to massage and rub them.

“Don’t be coy, my lady,” he comments then throws his head back for a moment letting out a deep moan as you rub yourself on him a little faster. When he opened his eyes again, he began to rub the tips of your nipples with his thumbs looking at you, you could swear, like a hungry cat.

The look and the sensations brought back your earlier longings in with such force you could feel yourself becoming impossibly wet at the idea of it. Finally, you stop rubbing against him and then leaned forward slightly until you felt his tip at the entrance of your opening, and you took a deep breath before you lowered yourself on to him slowly and carefully.

As you did this, he stopped his attentions to your breasts, and remained completely still. Once you were mounted, he went back to gently rubbing your nipples with his thumb. Noting your hesitation because you weren’t too sure what to do, he trailed his hands down to your buttocks, cupped a cheek in each hand and began to lift and lower you in a slow rhythm while making a slight circular swirl with your hips whispering, “Like this.”

Whatever this position afforded to you, you loved it, and when he was certain you had the gist of what you needed to do, he closed his eyes with a mysterious, pleasant smile on his face and seemed to be enjoying it just as much. You easily found your own rhythm, and loved watching his face and body react underneath you as the pleasure within yourself began to slowly amount.

As you continued to ride him you began to feel nature itself take over, pumping harder and faster as what you now knew were orgasms started to overtake you. Thranduil merely clutched at your hips and backside, occasionally his own hips would thrust up, unable to contain the needs they longed for, until finally, the world fell away once again, then came back into focus greeting you with sight of him underneath you writhing and moaning, making you continue to pleasure him, through the last quivers of your own climax, stopping only after his back arched and he cried out to the gods in his own death and rebirth via pure pleasure.

Once you lifted yourself off of him and settled down beside him, you found yourself becoming sleepy and spent in a way you hadn’t felt in your whole life. However, you remember something that filled you with a slight sorrow. You needed to leave him and go back to your chambers before the servants came to wait upon him.

You both had a reputation to uphold, and while you were sure they would find out that the two of you were sharing a bed now, you doubted it would be something that he would want to broadcast right away.

You knew a sad look crept into your eyes which he caught, and propped himself up on his elbows hovering over you.

“What is wrong?”

“I need to go,” you whispered and you seen the puzzlement settle on his face. “Before the servants come in. They will never let it rest if they find you with me before the Autumn Feast. At least on that day you’ll have the excuse of being drunk for taking me into your bed.”

He put a finger to your lips to silence you, “I am not ashamed of what we have done this night, and you need not worry about my reputation. But if that is your wish, then I will abide by it. Our meetings will be secret until the Feast.”

You nod, and sit up looking about the now darkened room for your clothes. You felt his hand on your own, and you turned back to him.

“Are you sure this is truly what you want? You know my heart and where it truly belongs. Can you be so sure that you can stand it?” You look away, and then back at him as he continues, “I have known for a long time that you are in love with me, no matter how I pretended not to.” He stopped with a long sigh, then continued, “Will this truly be enough for you?”

“Yes, it has to be,” you answer in a soft, sad voice. You looked deeply into his eyes and then smiled in what you hoped conveyed reassuarance, “It is not as bad as it seems.”

“What do you mean?”

“You said you will want me, yes?” He nodded in reply, “And that you will even crave my love – that you will need me.” Again, he nodded. “Then it will be enough.”

You stood up and steeled yourself so that you could leave the room without running back into his arms.

“Why is that enough? How can it be?” you heard him ask behind you.

Turning back to him as you picked up your night gown and robe, then put them back on, you answer, “You will let me love you and be with you in the most intimate of ways. That alone means more to me than you can know. Besides, the way how I see it is, even if you can never love me, you’ll want me and need me. Having the two out of the three is not too bad considering our circumstances.”

He looked down at the blankets on your side of the bed, “Please do not go. I will long for you cruelly.”

You bite your lip, and force yourself to stick with your resolve. “I have to. If I cannot walk away from you this night, even if it is for just a few hours, then I will never be able to walk away when I will need to the most.”

You felt your hands ball into tight fists, as you turned away from the pained look on his face, forcing yourself to not look back, and slipped back out in to the halls back to your own chambers.

You knew you would come to him again the next night, and the one after. Indeed every night afterward until he told you not to. You had made up your mind before you even went to him.

It would be your blessing and your curse.



*Author’s Additional Notes: You may wonder why in all of my lemons dealing with The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings that the ladies do not have underwear on (or the men for that matter). Well, bluntly put people didn’t wear underwear until the last couple of centuries or so unless it was a chastity belt. Not to mention, it’s just awkward to try and write something like this to make it sound pleasurable when the guy is trying to feel the lady’s sweet bits through fabric. (If you’re a virgin and have never been, well, fingered, you won’t understand probably until you do get felt up down below.) Since I don’t know if Tolkien meant for the people in his world to wear underwear, I’m just going to go with historic accuracy.


Originally posted by oregonians

Request: hello! hope youre doing well!! could you do a Peter Quill imagine where you call him daddy from time to time outside of the bedroom and like you let it slip while the other guardians are around, you can go from there! ily ~your new Star Lord anon (if youre not comfortable with this thats fine dont worry!)

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Words: 1,097

Peter Quill/Star Lord x Reader

“Y/N have you seen my shirt?” Quill asked you as he rooted through the piles of machinery and weapons that ruled your room, the perils of being a thief with quick hands. He was mostly dressed from your session of what he called ‘Afternoon Delight’. Quill didn’t like the word quickie. He wasn’t quick thank you very much. He heard you zipping your jacket and turned to where you dangled his shirt from your finger, “Found it Daddy.”

His jaw tightened and he stepped over to you, you smirked up at him and gently ran your fingertips over the defined muscles of his stomach. His voice was husky, “Don’t do that, because you know that I’ll drag you back to that bed and we don’t have time.”
“Do what?” You asked innocently. He took the shirt from you, slipped it over his head and pressed a kiss to the side of your head before mumbling in your ear, “You’re a devil.”

“And yet, you love me.” You teased and he confirmed your utterance by roughly grabbing your backside and pulling you in for a kiss. You grinned into the kiss and when he pulled away you gently bushed his hair back into its usual style.
“You know, we might have time for round two.” He smirked at you, his large callous hands pushing up from your hips and under your shirt to your waist.
“Quill! Rocket is taking my nose and he refuses to relinquish it!” Drax’s booming voice killed your intimate moment and Quill dropped his head onto your shoulder with groan.
“He’s not really got your nose Drax! He’s playing a joke on you!” Quill shouted back, his voice slightly muffled into your shoulder, you tried not to laugh at his exasperated voice.

“He’s lying Drax! I’ve got it!” Rocket’s obnoxious laugh cut through the silence before an argument erupted between Rocket and Drax out in the corridor. You sniggered and Quill bit your shoulder lightly in revenge.
“I better go and kill them before Gamora does.” Quill groaned and pulled himself away from you. You rushed passed him and slapped his ass as you went before calling over your shoulder, “You go get them Daddy.”

“You better hope I don’t catch you!” Quill warned you and you turned for a moment to blow him a kiss before going to find Gamora and Groot. You found them watching Rocket and Drax argue, Gamora handed you one of the Terran beers that Quill thought he had hidden and Groot badly hid the small sweet treats that he was eating.
You laughed and settled down next to him, “I’m not going to take them away from you Groot, as long as you don’t make yourself sick like last time.”
“I am Groot.” He grinned and slowed down eating the little colourful balls. Quill stormed into the room like just twenty minutes ago he hadn’t been locked in an embrace with you whispering dirty things in your ear and instantly stood in between Rocket and Drax and held his hands out at them both.

“What is wrong with you both? I was doing something important!” Quill snapped.
Rocket crossed his arms and sniggered, “Something? Sure you don’t mean someone, eh, Y/N?”

Your face flushed and you lost the battle for a snappy comeback and Quill seemed to be having the same issue when Drax roared, “But that is not fair! Why can he talk your sex life when I cannot?!”

“No one is talking about our sex life!” You interjected quickly and beside you Gamora hid her smirk with her hand.
“Y/N is right, why are you guys even so interested in this?” Quill asked, his cheeks and ears tinged pink. Rocket stuck his tongue out, “Because it’s super gross obviously.”
“Because it’s beautiful show of love, my father would often recount us with the tale of how I was conceived.” Drax said before turning to you, “Y/N will you not regale us with stories of your love?”

“I will not!” You squeaked, cheeks burning you caught Quill’s gaze, “Daddy tell them!”
Every stopped at their heads whipped around to you but you were focused on Quill who stared at you with his mouth agape.

“Daddy?!” Rocket screeched, he was already laughing, “What the fuck is wrong with you Terran’s?” You didn’t have to hear over his mocking laughter to know that Drax was asking Quill why you’d called him that. You focused your gaze onto your lap and ignored a curious Groot as he pulled at your sleeve, no doubt filled with a plethora questions. The mocking melded into one long echo and you squeezed your eyes shut against their words.
“All of you shut up!” Gamora hissed beside you and you didn’t need to look up to know that you were the centre of attention again and that they must know that embarrassment had inspired tears in your eyes.
“That is just the way they express their love!” Drax boomed, no doubt at Rocket.
Groot peppered small kisses over the back of your hand and Rocket grumbled, “Well, show me a species that isn’t weird.”

“Well it’s none of your business anyway.” Quill grumbled and stepped over to you to kiss the top of your head and rubbed his hands over your shoulders. You swallowed back the tears that had sprung from embarrassment, it was silly being so overwhelmed in the moment. You smiled up at Quill, “Is that revenge for me teasing you?”
He gave you a smug look, “Well I was going to give it a couple of minutes before I said it but yeah, Karma’s a bitch.”
“Who is Karma?” Drax mumbled to Rocket who shrugged in response.

Groot tugged at your sleeve again and you looked down to him, “What’s up bud, you’ve not eaten too many of your treats again, have you?”
He shook his head, “I am Groot.”

You pushed your face into Quill’s shoulder to cover your red cheeks and Rocket burst into laughter again and Gamora hid her grin behind her beer.
“What? What did he say?” Quill asked.
“No Groot, this does not make Yondu my Grandfather.” You answered.

I’d like to take this moment to say I love ALL the GOTG but Yondu is my fave so if any requests featuring him were to find their way into my ask box…
Taylor Swift Spoke Up. Sexual Assault Survivors Were Listening.
The pop superstar gave blunt testimony in her case against a radio host in Denver, and provided a voice for others in similar situations.
By Melena Ryzik

By MELENA RYZIK AUG. 15, 2017 

She’s sold millions of albums and heard stadiums full of fans chant her lyrics at soldout concerts around the world. But the Taylor Swift line that might resonate the loudest now is “He grabbed my bare ass.” 

Ms. Swift, the pop superstar, made that comment in a federal courtroom in Denver last week, as part of her testimony against David Mueller, a former radio host who sued her, claiming she falsely accused him of groping her during a backstage photo opportunity in 2013. Ms. Swift countersued for assault and battery. 

Her confident and blunt testimony swayed the jury — on Monday, she won her case, and Mr. Mueller lost his — and was shared widely across social media, where her responses were hailed as powerful. “I’m not going to allow you or your client to make me feel in any way that this is my fault,” she testified while being questioned by Mr. Mueller’s lawyer, who argued that his client lost his job as a result of the incident. “Here we are years later, and I’m being blamed for the unfortunate events of his life that are the product of his decisions — not mine.” 

Among those paying attention to the trial: lawyers and others who work with sexual assault survivors, who found in Ms. Swift’s moment on the stand a potent public example of how to persevere in a fraught situation, and perhaps a way to shift the national conversation around sexual assault. 

“Experiencing harassment is an all-too-common thing, experiencing blaming and shaming is an all-too-common thing, but seeing someone so effectively dismantle those arguments, that was exciting,” said Fatima Goss Graves, the president and chief executive of the National Women’s Law Center. 

Laura Dunn, the founder of SurvJustice, a nonprofit that works with survivors of sexual violence, said she was “deeply thankful” for Ms. Swift’s testimony and shared it with others considering testifying. “She was strong and poised and unapologetic,” she said. 

As a headline-making case, this was, for many survivors of sexual assault, a high-wattage mirror of their own experiences, and an illustration of what might happen at their own court dates. 

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Not So ‘Quick and Bracing’

Description: Killian sees his fiance making breakfast, and soon they hunger for more, which eventually leads to the shower… (Canon/scene divergence from the pancake scene of 6.18). 

Rating: E (because, reasons…)

Word Count: ~2600 

Author’s Note: I know, know…Everyone and their mom is doing this, but @killythecowardlypirate ask me to “do the thing,” and so…here’s my version. It’s a “what if Snow didn’t interrupt” version. And yes, Chantal, syrup is included… I mean, what’s pancakes without syrup, amirte? lol This is unbetad, because I just needed to get it out, and it’s twice as long as I intended it to be. Smut, humor and feels: just what you come to expect from yours truly! Enjoy!!

Killian quietly wrapped his arms around his fiancé as she flipped another pancake onto an already towering stack. He nuzzled her ear, his trimmed facial hair tickling her exposed appendage. “Something smells delicious,”  he whispered.

Emma smiled from ear to ear, the heat from Killian’s body radiating from behind her. “It’s just from a box…”

He practically growled as he responded, “I wasn’t talking about the pancakes..”

Emma turned swiftly in his arms, taking no time to lock his lips with her own. He must have recently brush his teeth, because she could still taste spearmint along his tongue. Her hand travelled from his scruffy chin, to his slightly exposed chest (he was in the middle of dressing himself and didn’t finish before walking down to the kitchen). After exploring each other’s mouth for what seemed like an eternity, she broke the contact, looking into his cobalt blue eyes.

She must have been staring far too long, because Killian broke her concentration, asking, “What?”

“I’m just…happy. Still surprises me sometimes.”

He just smiled. “Aye, love. Me, too.” Killian then leaned down for another kiss, this one more gentle than the previous one. As he lifted his lips from hers, he ask, “So, should I look forward to this every morning? My loving wife, dressed in naught but her black silk robe, making me breakfast?”

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Scratch - Part 2 - (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by naih-reedus

Summary: (Y/N) and Steve have been best friends since New York, so when when they are both going through a dry spell they agree to a friends with benefits relationship.

A/N: I’m really enjoying writing this series. I think it might be because it’s one of the more lighthearted ones I’ve written. Not that I don’t promise to toy with your emotions later on, but for the most part it fun to write.

Warnings: light smut I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Part 1

“How was the mission,” Nat asks not looking up from the television as I made my way into the living area of the compound.

“No questions until I’ve slept for at least a week,” I mumble letting my duffle hit the floor rather loudly.

“That bad,” Steve says from somewhere in the kitchen.

I glare at him as I slowly walk closer to where he stood and without saying a word take the beer he was holding in his hand and take a long swig.

“You know what,” I say stepping away from him. “I think I might take a shower first. I’ve had this itch I just can’t seam to reach,” a small smirk finds its way to my lips when I see Steve’s hand move to readjust his jeans. “Hopefully a long hot shower will help get rid of it.”

“Don’t forget,” Nat calls out. “Fury expects you to call in with your report by seven.”

“Don’t worry,” I say backing out of the room. “Five hours should be enough to get over this itch.”

Steve was giving me a stern look as I took another sip of the beer I had taken from him. Before I was out of sight I quickly winked at him and turned around to make my way to my room.

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Deciding to ally with Cato had to have been the worst decision you could’ve made in the Games.

“‘Morning, lovely,” Cato greeted as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. You let him sleep while you kept watch for any of the tributes that were left.

“It’s evening, if the arena sky is anything to go by,” you pointed out as Cato began to sit up.

“You know that means nothing,” Cato stated, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek and neck.

You felt your cheeks heat up with a blush. Cato was always the most affectionate when he’s tired, and you honestly loved the attention. You reached up to run your fingers through his hair as he cuddled you, though you noticed a hand started to wander down to your backside.

“Cato!” you scolded, grabbing his hand. “We’ve been through this. The Districts are watching!”

“I don’t care,” Cato stated, pushing against you in protest.

You giggled and shoved back, managing to get Cato on his back. You smirked, taking the opportunity to pin him, your hands holding his hands to the ground above his head, and your legs pinning his legs down.

“You’re a Career. I’m not. It was way too easy to pin you,” you teased.

Cato smirked, now seeming more awake. “How do you know you’re not right where I want you?” he asked. Suddenly, Cato lifted one of his legs, sending you off-balance. He easily flipped the two of you, now the one pinning you to the ground. “This is why you need me.”

“And why do you need me?” you asked.

“For this,” Cato replied, before bending down to kiss you. You closed your eyes, and the arena seemed to melt away.

That is, until Cato’s hand again started wandering. You giggled as you swatted it away. “I told you to stop that!” you scolded.

Still by my side

Summary: There was someone else he was far more invested in right now. Someone who was rough around the edges and interesting on so many levels. He turned to walk the busy streets. A glimpse of red caught his eye and he silently thanked Lady Luck.

Still by my side

Pairing: He Tian x Mo Guan Shan

Rating: T

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Valhalla is where you are - Part 5

Imagine: You and Björn are childhood friend who have separated ways when Lagertha left Ragnar. Years later you and Björn reunite and your love for eachother as friends starts to take a turn.

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Words: 1788

Timeline: Situated around S02E05

Request by: Anonymous

Tags: Emotions

The morning sun shone through the windows inside the house. Dust particles were visible in the yellow rays of sunlight. Slowly but certain you came back with conscious and awakened slowly. You moved your body and heard Björn mumble when you did so. A yawn came out of your mouth as you turned around. “Björn.” You whispered and leaned towards his ear. The both of you were still in the sofa from the evening before. “Hmm?” He answered sleep-drunk. The confusion in his eyes when he opened them made you giggle. “Good morning Björn Ragnarsson.” You whispered and put a soft kiss on his lips before you stood up. The blanket you took with you, leaving Björn in all his gracefulness on the sofa. “My head.” He said as he pinched his eyelids together and smiled towards the ceiling. With his hands covering his manhood as he stood up. “But also a good morning to you, my beautiful y/n.” He pressed a kiss on the crown of your hair. With his hand he stroke over your bare shoulders and walked to his clothes that hung before the stove. The fire had disappeared because of the lack of firewood, but the flames had managed to dry the both of your clothes by morning. “Now let me see.” You said with a concerned smile and walked upon him. “What?” he asked, didn’t knew what you were talking about. “Your side of course. The cut of the knife.” - “Oh, that.” He said and looked at himself. But there was not really much to see. The knife only went through the scarf-skin so it was nothing to worry about. “Are you lucky.” You said while raising your eyebrows. Björn laid his hand on your cheek and looked you straight into the eyes. “Ofcourse I’m lucky. Look at me.” He put a soft kiss on your lips and released you again. While Björn was putting on his clothes, you walked to the kitchen to prepare some kind of breakfast, not that he was very hungry while hungover.
But thinking that was a mistake. After he ate half a bread, four eggs and a lump of cheese he was just starting to feel fulfilled. You were laughing with the amount of food he was able to put through his throat. “What?” He asked you in a laughing way as he put the last piece of cheese in his mouth. “You surely are following your father’s advice.” You answered and stood up to clear the table. Björn shook his head while smiling and leaned aside towards you. He grabbed your belt and pulled you towards him. “Stop that.” He said and took the dishes from your hands, placed them back on the table again. “But I need to clean the mess you made.” You said giggling while Björn put you on his lap, one leg on each side of his body, your face pointed towards him. “Now stay still.” He ordered you in a fun way and grabbed your backside to prevent you from running away. Not that that was your intention. “What?” you asked him with laughter as you saw him staring at you with his bright blue eyes. “Can’t I look to you?” He asked and pulled you even closer. The smile on his lips was to melt for. You didn’t knew an answer, so you leaned blushful backwards. Your head was tilted backwards also so your hair floated through the air. Björn pressed his lips on your collarbone and kissed his way downwards your chest. A small sigh flew over your lips and made him stop what he was doing by running your fingers over his face. You leaned forward again and looked him in the eyes. “What do you want to do today?” He asked and stroke your hair back in place. “This.” You said and clamped your legs around him. Björn started to laugh. “We have plenty enough time to do this.” He answered and softly pressed his lower body against you. You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow from surprise. “Okay then. I still want to see you riding a horse.” You said eventually and an intense flickering appeared in your eyes. Björn pinched in your side playfully. “Are you challenging me right now?” He asked and stood up with you still on his lap. Slowly you slid back on your feet. “It isn’t a challenge if you already know who’s going to win.” You teased him and walked towards the door. “Watch your mouth you little rascal.” He started to run and chased you outside of the house. The only thing hearable was the laughter and screaming from the both of you. It was sensible that the thing that happened yesterday was still there. But the both of you didn’t mention it once. Maybe it was a good thing, trying to forget. For now.
“Are you sure you’re not going to fall off?” you asked him with laughter as you swung your feet over the back of your dappled grey mare. “Very sure.” Björn answered and ascended the dark brown stallion the stable boy had given him. He pressed his heels against the ribs of the horse and it jumped forward in rapture. Björn laughed, pulled the reins and turned his horse while waiting for you. He was amused with what had yet to come. You rolled your eyes when he did that show-off and commanded your mare forward also. It was clearly visible that he possessed some horse-riding skills, but you didn’t knew how far they’d take him. “Are you really going to take both the axe and the shield?” You asked when he bond his shield to his back and put his axe in the leather loop by his waist. Björn didn’t answer, he only looked at you with a serious glance in his eyes before he made his horse walk forward. Immediately you understood he didn’t wanted to talk about it and there was no way you could talk him over. “So where are we going then?” you asked to continued the conversation and came to ride alongside him. “The little lake in the mountains?” he suggested while looking at the sun that burned in the sky. For the time of the year it was very warm. At a footpace both of your horses walked forward. Here and there Björn’s stallion snorted at your mare, but further they behaved very well. It reminded you somehow to Björn himself. So you started to laugh in disguise. “Always laughing at me, aren’t you?” He said and looked sideward to you. You shook your head and looked the other way to hide your laughter. “Just make sure you can follow.” Björn added in a playful way and pressed his heels in the ribs of the horse. The stallion squeaked softly before he jumped forward and took off with a rattling gallop. You let the reins slip through your hands and leaned forward, only to spur on your horse and chase Björn.
Slowly but certain you gained in on him. The hooves of the horses spade the ground and left deep footprints. Björn looked over his shoulder towards you and laughed. “I’ll get you.” You shouted and pressed your heels harder against the sides of your mare. You bowed forward and took the end of the reins to slap softly against the shoulder of your horse. Eventually Björn slowed down and let you gain on him. “Surrendering already?” You asked him and pulled the reins softly. Björn shook his head with a smile on his face. “I just don’t want you to feel bad for losing with such a distance.” You leaned to the side and pushed his shoulder with a soft laughter. Both the horses went back to an energetic footpace, their breath clearly raised just like yours and Björn’s was. “Here.” He said and pointed to some trees next to the path. “What?” you asked and tried to see where he was pointing at. “Follow me, I know a shorter route.” Björn said and guided his horse through some bushes. It was a path that not many knew so it was taken over by the wilderness. Branches brushed against your mare as well as in your face. And because of the attention you were paying to the trees, you weren’t ready to respond quickly enough when your mare jumped aside in fear. You slid half out of your saddle, held on to the manes of the horse and tried to keep your balance. Björn looked over his shoulder to you with a worried look in your eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked and pushed a branch to the side to look at you. “I am.” You said and pushed yourself back in the saddle. The horse beneath you stood dead still, watching something in the distance, unable to move. And while she did so, Björn noticed that his horse also had his eyes focused on something. “What is it?” You asked with a soft whisper and tried to watch what they were seeing. “Maybe a deer.” Björn whispered also and leaned forward. He didn’t sounded convinced and from the corner of his eye he glanced at you. “Stay here.” He whispered and dismounted, landing softly on his feet. Immediately he pulled his axe from his side and held it in front of him. “You need that for a deer?” You frowned your eyebrows and shook your head while you saw Björn taking off in the bushes.
A few minutes went by and your mare had found her calm again, just as Björn’s stallion. But from Björn himself there was not a single sign. He had disappeared in the vegetation and you hadn’t heard from him since. Slightly nervous you moved in your saddle, and without wanting it the memories from the night before came up in your mind. With a certain fear in your eyes you looked around, hoping to see the blonde hair from your lover appear. And suddenly the bushes in the distance started to move, heavy footsteps sounded. “Björn?” You asked with a shiver in your voice and pulled the reins from your mare to keep her in place. “It’s Kettil.” You heard Björn roaring, his voice sounded exhausted. He appeared from the bushed again and a heavy weight fell from your shoulder. But the same weight was added back again when you realised what name he had called. “What? Kettil?” Without answering Björn jumped on his stallion and drilled his heels in the ribs of the horse, not even taking the effort to put on his stirrups. “He is trying to flee Kattegat.” A certain dark anger sounded in his voice when his horse took off galloping.

highlight of my life;

⇢ summary:  you’re bts’ makeup artist, and a certain golden maknae has a crush on you. he expresses this in the only way he knows how: with the help of his hyungs. requested.

⇢ relationship: jeon jungkook/reader.

genre: romance, fluff.

⇢ words: 3.6k

⇢ warnings: none!

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

“Hyung, I need your help.”

Jin raises his head from the magazine he’s currently enthralled in, leg crossed over the other as they sit backstage. It’s half an hour before they perform, and Jungkook, hair a mess and just half of his outfit on, has come kneeling before Jin with a look of desperation. At any other time, Jin might’ve laughed and asked Jungkook which of the boys he had pissed off now, but there was something different in the way Jungkook looked today. There was almost… a twinkle in his eye. “Yes, maknae?”

Jungkook, releasing a deep sigh, scoots that much closer to Jin with his hands clasped together as if he’s about to pray. Jin’s interest is piqued, the older boy leaning forward to hear Jungkook’s next words, “Hyung… how do you make a girl fall in love with you?”

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All the While, Part 3

For the first time you could ever remember, Sirius was on the outs with the rest of the Marauders and they were all keeping the details of their feud from you. You had cornered Sirius a few times to see what was going on with him, but he would just refuse to meet your eyes and say he had “fucked up, as usual,” before walking away.

You finally dragged Remus into an empty classroom and grabbed him by the front of his robes and dragged his face down to your level. His eyes wide with surprise and maybe a little fear, Remus said, “Um, something wrong, Y/N, you utter delight?”

“Why yes, Remus, you absolute ray of sunshine. One of my dearest friends appears to be spiraling to oblivion because three of my other friends have ostracized him, and all he will tell me is that he, and I quote, ‘fucked up, as usual.’ Would you care to elaborate?”

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Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

You shoved Pan away and glared at him with all your being.

‘Don’t seem so surprised, we are newly weds after all. Of course its gonna be hard to keep our hands off each other.’ he smiled.

‘Trust me, its hard keeping my hands off your throat.’ you snarled as you wiped your mouth.

‘Damn body and its stupid fucking reactions.’ you grumbled.

‘Oh come on am I really that bad?’ Pan asked.

‘No, of course you’re not.’ you said sweetly.

Pan seemed startled by your sudden change in tune.

You sighed as you walked over to him, you smiled as you took his hand and looked him in the eye.

‘You are worse, the absolute last guy I wanted to marry.’ you grinned as you threw his hand down.

‘Apparently I’m so bad you kissed back.’ he said.

‘Fair enough, so you’re not a terrible kisser and I have been single for a few months now. Not something I’d brag about if I were you.’ you sassed.

You and Pan glared at each other for a few minutes before he sighed and turned back to the hourglass.

‘I get this isn’t ideal for you.’ he said as he touched the glass.

‘It’s been a nightmare.’ you corrected.

‘I won’t deny I was a crap fiance, but it was all I could think to do. You ran.’ he said.

‘You ran me off. All that misogynistic crap, sending your boys to drug me, tying me to trees.’ you argued.

’(Y/N), I’m going to be honest with you right now, OK. I need you, I need you and your love to fill the glass back up. Normally I either get y way or I get my way, but this may be the one thing I will compromise on.’ Pan said seriously as he faced you.

‘What’s the compromise?’ you asked.

‘Anything you want, absolutely anything, you will have. If you stay here on the island as my wife, and open your mind to the possibility of loving me you will be treated as a king for the rest of your immortal life.’ Pan offered.

‘What if that’s not enough? What if I want something you can’t offer?’ you asked.

‘There is nothing I can’t offer.’ he said confidently.

‘Oh really? Turn around.’ you said.

‘Why?’ he asked in confusion.

‘Something I want is behind you, so turn around.’ you said.

Still confused Pan turned around, wondering what you could want that was behind him. He kept a small dagger on him, but that was in his front pocket.

Pan jumped in absolute shock when he felt to hands firmly grabbing his backside.

‘If I’m spending the rest of my life with someone I wan’t to see all the goods.’ you smirked as you still fondled the mighty Peter Pan’s butt.

‘You can’t be serious.’ Pan said.

‘Why can’t I be? Boys aren’t the only ones allowed to be perverts.’ you said as you let go of him.

‘Lady by day a little minx at night, I like it.’ he said smugly.

You rolled your eyes as you walked past him.

‘Don’t get cocky. Now onto the other things I want.’ you said seriously as you sat on one of the skull rocks.

‘I will watch your lost boys, but I will not baby them, keep them in check. But cooking and cleaning will not be my chores unless I choose to do them. is that understood.’ you said.

‘Deal.’ Pan agreed.

‘And if you try anything misogynistic with my I’ll shove a stick up those goods I was just grabbing.’ you warned.

‘You think they were good? I mean I never pay much attention it but Ill show it off you like.’ Pan smirked as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Something you felt you’d see him do often in the coming years.

Again you rolled you eyes as you got up and walked over to the boat that was by the shore.

‘Wait we haven’t consummated the marriage yet!’ Peter teased.

‘No consummating til I actually love you, or at least like you.’ you replied.

‘Where do I stand right now?’

‘Barely tolerable.’

The Diary of Mr. & Mrs. Ackles

TITLE:  The Diary of Mr. & Mrs. Ackles

PAIRING:  Jensen x Reader


WARNING:  Oral Smut (female receiving), talks of being caught in sexual acts by in-laws, NSFW Gifs below the cut.

SUMMARY:  Follow the story of Supernatural star, Jensen Ackles and his pop star wife, [Your Name] Ackles as they deal with the pressures of fame and being newly married. As told through their point of views…You think you know, but you have no idea…this is The Diary of Mr. and Mrs. Ackles.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  So, this is my first attempt at smut, so please be gentle with me.  LOL!  Please let me know how I did.

DISCLAIMER:  This is strictly for fictional purposes only.  Any real life people mentioned that are portrayed in a negative light is not how I feel.  Just pretend they’ve been naughty.

(Gifs are not mine)

The Talk 1.1

As soon as I took my final bow for the evening, I quickly ran off the stage and right into my husband’s embrace.  He had just given me the best surprise of a lifetime.   “Oh my God, baby.  I can’t believe you’re here.“  When I pulled back, I reached out and playfully slapped him across his chest. “Why didn’t tell me you were coming?”

“Ouch.”  His green eyes stared at me wide eyed, as he grabbed his chest where my hand had landed.  "Well, I was trying to surprise my wife.  I didn’t know that I was going to get beat up in the process.“

“I’m sorry, honey.” I wrapped my arms around his neck.  Standing on my tiptoes, I captured his lips in a kiss.

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about.” He said placing a kiss on my nose, and I giggled.  

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One shot - Hvitserk

Imagine being Hvitserk’s wife and coming home to see he made a huge mess in the kitchen. And yet again he didn’t clean up afterwards.

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“Hvitserk?” You shouted while you dropped the straw baskets on the floor. There came no answer. “Hvitserk?” you yelled again and walked into the living room. And there he was, leaning back in the comfortable chair in front of the fireplace. On the table next to him stood an empty plate. “Are you kidding me?” you said full disbelief. When you came closer you noticed he was sleeping. Irritated you crossed your arms for your chest and kicked the little stool from under his feet.
Hvitserk lost balance and almost slipped out of the chair. “What?” He mumbled sleep-drunk and grabbed the elbow rests. It lasted a few seconds before he noticed you standing in front of him. The astonished look on his face was hilarious, but you tried your very best not to laugh. “What happened to the kitchen?” You asked him dead serious and raised an eyebrow. “I cooked.” Was his modest answer. You opened your mouth and tried to act surprised. “Oh, you cooked? I thought you slaughtered a pig in there, but okay, my mistake..” He could obviously see you were irritated, especially when you made preparative to walk away. Suddely he grasped for your wrist and pulled you back. “Love.” He said with his sweet voice and turned you towards him. “I made something for you too.” You pressed your lips together trying not to burst from laughter. Hvitserk and his cooking skills. You weren’t so sure from what you were about to get.
The plate he put in front of you was filled with some kind of mashed potatoes mixed with vegetables you couldn’t recognize. Not to talk about the way the meat looked. “Did you also eat this?” you asked him carefully, you wouldn’t want to be ungrateful towards him. “Yes.” He said and nodded his head while smiling. A smile that slowly faded away. “Okay I have to admit it’s not my best dish.” He crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his head. His stomach was grumbling in protest. “Not at all.” And then you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You started to laugh. For a moment you thought you couldn’t breathe. Hvitserk just stood there, watching you. The corners of his mouth pointing downwards. “I tried my best.” He whimpered. “I know, dear.” You said with tears from laughter. Eventually you stood up and walked upon him. You placed your arms around his neck and leaned towards him. “Thank you for trying.” You said sincere and kissed him softly. When you pulled your head back you looked him into his eyes and saw he was smiling again. “Maybe I know something better for dessert.” You whispered and shrugged your shoulders in an innocent way. You could never stay mad at him. Hvitserk’s eyes lighted up and he smirked. “Do you?” He asked enthusiastic and put his hands on your hips. “Yes.” While you said that you pressed your lower body against him. Hvitserk responded by grabbing your backside and pulling you even closer. He leaned forward and placed his lips in your neck. “But first..” You said and released yourself from his grip. Hvitserk looked confused when you took a step back. “ have to clean the kitchen.” He rolled with his eyes and muttered beneath his breath. “I hate myself.” You chuckled and looked at him with a defiant glance in your eyes. “And I love you.”

This is my first one shot ever. I don’t know if you guys think it is too long or to detailed? Or maybe other things I need to do different? Just let me know what you think about it, I don’t bite.

Loki X Reader. Enclosed Encounter

Originally posted by the-lokis-queen

Originally posted by maryxglz

I sat there trying not to stare at the two Gods who sat at the other end of the room, both laughing with one another. One with the long blond hair the other with the long black hair.  I thoughtlessly pick up a slice of yellow pepper and almost missed my mouth. God help me I was trying not to stare, but that smile, those blue eyes, not that I knew from this distance, but I had seen pictures. I also tried to never be in the same area as him, not because I didn’t want to be, but because I wouldn’t be able to say anything. His laughter drifted over to me and my stomach flipped, this was stupid. Here I was a fully grown woman and I was having a school girl crush on a God. I was one step away from sticking posters up on my wall.

  “You’re drooling.” a female voice intrupted my thoughts and I jumped turning to look up to Natasha. They must be ready for a outing somewhere as she was in her black catsuit and she was all kitted out.

  “I was not.” I answered back and wiped my chin to make sure, she sat down and looked from me to the other table.

  “Why don’t you talk to him?” She asked as I took a sip of water, that almost ended up over the table, I had to cover my mouth as I coughed shaking my head.

  “Who?” I tried to sound innocent while my voice was all croaky.

  “Thor he is just like the rest of us,” She shrugged and I stared at her,  she thought I liked Thor. Oh I couldn’t tell her she was wrong. It was the other brother, the one now sitting there all in black, the one who tried to take over the world.  The one no one trusted at the moment. 

  “You are human,” I managed, taking another sip, Natasha was still smiling and then she stood up, 

  “Come on I will introduce you,” she walked off and I knew she was expecting me to follow.  I did stand up, but I walked into the opposite direction. Yes I was a coward. Sue me!

      I headed down the corridor and I was looking everywhere. One glimpse of him and I would run in the opposite direction. It had been a few days since the canteen and when I had left Natasha walking off, I hadn’t seen her anywhere since. Someone had said she was on a mission with Bruce. At least she wouldn’t be here trying to get me to talk to him. Maybe this would be easier if I changed jobs, but then again I wouldn’t see him, oh I was so messed up.

Then I saw it. A falsh of black and I panicked. Turning away I hurried to the elevator and pressed the button over and over, turning around and he was getting closer. I pushed harder and faster. The doors opened and I stepped in. I was going to make it. The doors were closing. A arm in black material slipped through and my heart was now thumping so hard, my mouth was going dry. The doors opened and he stepped in and I stepped as far away as I could go, I was now backed into the corner. I folded my arms, then unfolded them, clasped my hands in front of me, then unclasped them, thought of putting them on my hips, then changed my mind. Now it looked like I was having a fit in the corner in the smallest place in the building,.He was standing just in front of me, my eyes scanned his back. His jacket covering his backside and I pouted just a little. Then with horror I realised he was watching me in the mirrored surface of the doors and he was smirking. Oh thats it I am going to die right here of embarrassment. I looked away and I could feel the burn of the blush on my cheeks, 

  “Good morning,” he said and I looked up to him, he had fully turned to me his hands clasped in front of him and he was smiling, not the large broad smile that turned me into a puddle but a small warm smile.

  “Morning,” I got out my voice croaking.

  “Loki,” he said and I let out a laugh and he was now frowning slightly.

  “Sorry, yes I know,” My whole body now was now a bag of nerves and I started to shake. 

  “I think it is custom to reply with your name,” he took a small step to me. My name oh lord I knew that this morning.

  “It’s (yn),” I managed and he nodded and the smile grew and so did the fluttering in my stomach.

  “I have seen you around the place, but you do not seem to stay in one place for very long,” He unclasped his hands, unfastened his jacket and brushed it back as he pushed his hands into his pockets, the movement was so casual my breath hitched and all I could do was to shrug. My eyes flicked to the numbers above the door so close, two more floors and I would be out of here and I could finally breath. Then the lights flickered ‘No, no, no,’ I thought  'not now’ there was a loud crunch and the whole thing bounced and stopped. I looked to him and he looked so calm, me on the other hand was now ready to throw myself at the doors and scream for anyone to come and help. It wasn’t that I was scared of being in small areas, it was being in small areas with him.  I had been in battles and nothing had made me this nervous. I moved to the control panel and pressed every button, all of them lit up, I pressed the emergency button….nothing happened.

  “I am sure they are working on it,” he said very casually and I looked to him and nodded

 "I am sure they are,“ my voice squeaked, he had now moved to the wall behind me and he was leaning on it. I turned to watch him as his gaze moved over my body and I shivered. The room felt as though it was shrinking. I was sure it was shrinking. Was it getting warm in here as well or was that just me.

  "Does small spaces bother you?” he asked and I shook my head,  “You look nervous,”

 "That’s because I am stuck in here with……,“ I shut my mouth was I really going to say that, my brain went to not thinking to letting everything out.

  "With?” Loki asked and moved a little closer. I moved away to the other side and I heard him sigh, 

  “Limited air,” was all I could think of and he chuckled.

 "Of course,“ he looked down and frowned. I followed his gaze and there was a crack at my feet followed by a loud noise. A small hole appeared in front of my feet and I squealed and jumped back, it was falling apart and the hole was getting bigger and coming towards me. I was pressed against the wall and as the hole opened to my left side I slid back towards the back wall. I looked up to Loki and he looked just as nervous. The hole was so big it was starting to seperate us, but my ledge was starting to get smaller, 

  "Here,” he held out his hand and I reached over and I took it. All I could see was the blackness beneath us, how far down did the elevator shaft go. He pulled me towards him and pushed me into the corner and placed himself between me and the hole. I was now firmly pressed against him, and his hands were on my waist. I looked down and the hole was still growing.

  “Oh God,” I whispered.

  “Looks like we are in for a long fall,” he looked down into the hole and he was now pushing me further into the corner. 

I rested my head back onto the wall and looked up to him, I was going to die but at least I was going in his arms, the elevator was shaking badly now nearly as much as my legs.

  “So now there is just us at this moment, anything you wish you had done? I wont tell anyone,” he gave a slight shrug as he looked down at me.

  “I wish I had taken the bloody stairs,” As I said it he chuckled. I was reaching behind me trying to push all the buttons again.  How long were people going to leave them in here? “What about you, any last regrets?” I looked back up at him and he nodded.

  “Not trying harder to get you alone,” his hands tightened on my waist and I had to shake my head. Had he really said that?

  “What?” I frowned and he leaned in, his lips brushed over my cheek.

  “Not having you to myself,” he whispered his lips and breath now on my ear, the hole in the floor was forgotten for a brief moment. “I have been watching you, the way you turn from me, refuse to look at me. I was beginning to think you were scared of me, but that isn’t possible.” he moved his head lower and now he was kissing down the side of my neck. My eyes closed and my hands moved up to grab the tops of his arms, this wasn’t possible. It had to be a dream. Then his hand found a way up my shirt and was now on bare skin and I gasped. All right I wasn’t dreaming as I would of woke up with that shock. I never did get to the good bits in my dreams. 

  “Not scared of you Loki,” I whispered and he lifted his head

  “Say it again,” he looked curious,

  “I am not scared of you,” I looked him straight into those blue eyes, and up close I could see the mischief in them, his hand that was under my shirt moved round to my back and if possible he pulled me closer to him.

 "My name (yn) say that again,“ he kept watching me.

  "Loki,” I said quietly and he moaned slightly and dropped his head and kissed me. His lips crushed mine in a hard kiss, his other hand moved down to grab my backside. My hands found themselves moving up to wrap into his hair, it was so soft. This was so much better than my dreams, he was a lot firmer and taller and when he kissed me in my dreams I never felt this lightheaded. His arms snaked round me and picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he now pushed me harder against the wall. His mouth left mine and trailed kisses down my throat.

  “Let me come back to yours and we can finish this in there,” he looked at me and I nodded

  “If we ever get out of here,” I looked down and the hole was so big now. He gave me a broad grin and his eyes looked like they lit up.

  “You are never going to ignore me again are you?” he asked and I shook my head.

  “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t think someone like you would notice someone like me,” My fingers still played with his hair and the back of his neck.

 "Oh I noticed you, but I was suppose to be playing nice. My brother and his rules,“  he kissed me again and then the doors opened and Thor stood there looking in.

  "You two going to be much longer?” he sighed as he looked at us. 

Loki lowered me back down and he jumped over the hole and reached back for me. As I jumped out his arm wrapped around my waist and he leaned in “Go and wait by the door, we are finishing this,” his lips brushed over my neck and I felt myself blushing as Thor watched, but I hurried away.

  “What are you doing?” Thor asked as I went.

  “Making friends,” Loki started to walk after me,

  “Loki,” Thor called and we both turned round,  “Fix it, people have to use it,” Thor pointed and Loki clicked his fingers. I stepped to the side to see the elevator fixed, and when Loki turned back to me he was smiling sheepishly.

  “I had no choice, you tried to run from me,  and I will make up to you,” he stepped up in front of me and lowered his head and kissed me in front of everyone that was there. News was going to travel.

  “How?” I asked as he stood up straight. 

  “Over a very long time,” he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him, his lips brushed over mine. “A very long time,” he murmured.