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R-18+; Scent, Taste, Touch (Mirkwood Elves x Reader)

Summary - Three of the five senses with the Mirkwood elves.

Warnings - Smut, language, male genitalia, female genitalia, mention of bodily fluids, male masturbation, female masturbation, creampie, smelling intimates while masturbating, legolas whimpering, eating while masturbating, oral sex (reader receiving), semi-public oral sex, thinking of reader while masturbating, reader does not have any specified genitalia (I tried my best).

Pronouns & POV - None, third-person

Pairings - Legolas x Reader, Thranduil x Reader, Tauriel x Reader

Word Count - 1,900+

A/N - I am in the middle of writing a smut and needed a little break, so I thought I'd try my hand at something new. I also made my own gifs which are a little off, but I like them. Pure smut under the cut!

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- legolas

Scent. Things of the earth that brought comfort to the elven prince were far and few; it was farther and fewer when it came to instantaneous soothing. It neared the realms of impossibility to cease the never-ending chatter, the sleepless nights, and the constant sensation of fight or flight that roamed through his veins.

Yet, there was one thing that always eased him. The one thing that lulled him into a sense of security he hadn't felt for decades.

Your scent.

The moment he breathed in your scent, the perfect mixture of forest musk and spring waters, all chatter within his mind ceased. The lids of his piercing blue eyes would flutter shut, the weight of his toned figure easing into your gentle arms as he breathed you in.

His face buried in the crook of your neck as he inhaled the scent straight from the source, the soothing tightness of his strong arms holding you close to him as he kept breathing you in.

The exact position would keep you in place as his aching cock stretched you out. The halls filled with the squelching click of his manhood carving itself deep into your sensitive walls as he kept his face buried in your shoulder, the soft tickle of his breath upon your exposed skin sending shivers down your spine as you heard him inhale shakily.

"So good." The words would be breathless as if he was a sailor who had fallen overboard desperately attempting to gain air, yet all he wished to fill his lungs with was the scent of you.

He wouldn't raise his head from your shoulders; his grip upon you would tighten as he hid his face further into your flesh as a slew of soft whimpers vibrated against your skin. The weight of his body firmly pressed into you, deepening the heavenly stretch of your inner walls as the speed within his hips would quicken.

His thrusts deepened, ensuring each inch of his cock had its moment within your sensitive area as he moaned in your scent, breathing it all in as he painted your walls with his hot seed.

And when there are nights where you were unable to warm his bed. He would find your scent in other manners.

The sight, one of his face masked within the fabric of your intimate wear. His nose pressed deep into the fabrics, seeking the spot that contained the most amount of your sensitive aromas.

The faint squelching click of the elven prince toying with his throbbing cock was stifled by his shaky, deep inhales as he breathed in the scent that clung to the fabric upon his face.

"Fuck." The word was a muffled moan as his slender hand tightened around his cock, the weight of his head falling back, allowing the intimates to weigh upon his face, drowning his sensitive nose in the pure scent of you.

He'd continue to breathe in the tang of your scent, his motions growing sloppier and sloppier as he envisioned himself in that all too familiar position: deep inside you, holding you tight, breathing you in.

A slew of whimpers would fall from his lips, muffled by the fabric, as his aching cock would shoot rope after rope of white, hot seed. Trickling down his strong hand, dripping onto his wrist as he sat there: breathing in your scent.

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- tauriel

Taste. The captain of Mirkwood's guards had a very refined pallet. There was little that truly satisfied her taste buds, as many of their foods she deemed as bland and the wines lackluster.

But, there was one thing she craved. One thing she yearned to taste over and over again.

You.

The moment your lips entwined with hers, allowing her to taste that divine sweet taste upon her own, quenched her cravings. The lids of her emerald eyes would flutter shut; the warmth of your soft lips melding into hers would ease all tension from her.

Her tongue would graze your bottom lip as the kiss deepened, seeking out more of your taste as her strong hands rested upon your shoulders. A content hum would vibrate into your mouth as your lips part, allowing her to indulge in her cravings.

Cravings that she held for more than your lips. The training grounds flooded with the harmony of your breathless moans; the sensation of your hands tugging at her hair filled her senses as she continued to pleasure your sensitive area.

A pleased hum would vibrate against your nether regions, sending a shiver down your spine as her tongue continued to navigate your sensitivity. The bitter tang of you filled her mouth, making her moan in pleasure against your flesh as she buried her face further into you.

A faint sting of her nails digging into the flesh of your hips would fill your senses, earning a faint hiss to fall from your soft lips as she continued to lap away at your sensitivity. The sound of her pleased hums growing as loud as your moans, the training grounds filled with the pleasure-filled melody as the elven guard indulged in her cravings.

Her tongue would move faster, lips pausing to suck against the sensitive flesh, causing a wave of pleasure to surge through your body. The knot within your stomach would snap, sending that familiar static of pleasure to rush within your veins.

A grin would spread upon her lips as your sweet nectar filled them, her tongue seeking out every last ounce of the heavenly liquid as she continued to lick and suck until there was none left for you to give.

And for nights without you, she would find other ways to fill her cravings.

There was a dish she claimed tasted like you, a dish she would spend hours perfecting to be to her taste. The sight of her, legs sprawled wide on the bed, a silver platter of food beside her, a hand between her thighs, and the other grabbing from the platter.

The halls would tingle with the soft harmony of a gentle squelch from betwixt her thighs, her slender fingers gliding in and out of her soaked core as she bit into the food. A moan would be muffled by the food within her mouth, chewing it as slowly as the slender fingers that pumped inside of her.

The gentle stretch of her fingers delving deep into her core was nothing compared to the heavenly stretch of your fingers, nor was the dish as divine as your taste, yet that did not detour the elven guard from getting her fill.

Her fingers would move faster, food falling upon her chest as her inner thighs would clench around her hand. The gasps of her pleasures momentarily stalled as she swallowed down the delectable dish, envisioning it was you upon her lips.

Her inner walls would flutter and spasm around her fingers, drenching her fingers and hand with her sweet nectar as she lay on the bed. Legs still spread wide, the platter beside her, and a yearning for your taste.

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- thranduil

Touch. The elven king wasn't necessarily fond of familiar greetings. He didn't see the point in them: handshakes, headbutting, and worse of all, hugs. The elven king saw no purpose in such juvenile greetings.

In his mind, there was no purpose for his skin to touch another, for his warmth to mix with theirs. They were a waste of time, nothing more.

However, there was one whose touch was like a soothing balm to his aching heart. A touch that allowed his view of familiar greetings to crumble.

Your touch.

The moment he felt your soft hand within his, the soothing sensation of your fingers resting within the gaps of his fingers, the elven king would soften. The sharpness of his steel-blue eyes would ease as his gaze fell upon the sight of your palm pressed against his.

His thumb would glide upon the smooth skin of the back of your hand, tracing the path of your knuckle to the crook of your thumb. The weight of the day would ease away as he held your hand tightly, his free hand encasing the other side of yours as if it were the most precious gem within his collection.

A grasp all too familiar to you. One you would often feel upon your wrists as the king held you on to the smooth silks on his bed, his throbbing cock carving itself deep within your sensitive walls as the bed creaked with each sharp thrust his hips made.

His free hand would glide down upon your side, tracing the path to your upper thigh as he brought your hands to his lips, pressing his thin lips against the smooth flesh that separates your wrist and your thumb as he continues to drive his hips into yours.

He'd free one of your wrists, allowing it to fall onto the smoothness of the bed as he placed the one within his grasp up to his toned chest, allowing you to feel the contrast of smooth skin within the sea of scars his chest held from previous battles.

"Touch me." The words would be a breathless plea as if he was a poor sinner who had spent endless hours begging for forgiveness, yet all he was begging for was the warmth of your touch.

His eyes would loop back into his skull, the weight of his head falling backward as he'd feel your hand glide down from his chest towards his lower abdomen. You could feel the muscles of his abdomen tighten from your touch, how his hips would stall for a moment before driving into you even harder.

"More." He'd command, his hips bucking into yours relentlessly as he lost himself in the sea of your touch. You would be able to feel every inch of his cock twitching with pleasure whenever you'd move your hand; the smooth glide of your skin against his was utter perfection.

The twitching of his cock would come to a halt as he painted your inner walls white with his seed. The small circles you traced upon his lower abdomen would send him over the edge of pleasure. Sharp hisses of pleasure would escape his lips as you'd feel his body quivering beneath your touch, trembling just as a leaf would in the wind.

And for nights without your touch, he would improvise.

The sight of the elven king sat upon his bed, legs spread as his hand glid up and down his throbbing cock. The faint twinkle of the candlelight reflecting against the delicate bracelet upon his wrist caught within the corner of his eye, a bracelet which was an exact copy of the one he had given you.

The delicate metal charm upon it would often tap against his massive cock as he continued his stroking motions as a chill would roam down his spine as the lids of his steel-blue eyes would flutter close.

His lips parted, mouth falling open, allowing for each groan of pleasure to escape his lips with no resistance as the air filled with the squelch of his hand upon his cock, and the faint jingle of the bracelet bouncing upon his wrist.

His cock would glisten, covered in a cream specially crafted to keep your skin as soft and smooth as he enjoyed it. The whiteness of the cream mixed with the whiteness of his seed as his brows knitted together.

He would continue to revel in the sensations, envisioning your hands upon his cock, your touch, as the tightness within his abdomen would continue to strain until it finally snapped.

A hiss of pleasure would escape his lips, his head tilting backward as the heat of his seed drenched his hand, trickling down upon the bracelet. Envisioning it was yours instead.

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Legolas, Tauriel, Thranduil

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disasterofastory · 1 year

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What about Legolas x F!reader? Maybe she is a friend of Eomer and Legolas gets jealous about all the time they stay together? And some hot moment? I don't know, this is just an Idea. So, I'm sorry for my bad english but I'm Italian. Have a good day❤️

Just a reminder Legolas x Reader Warnings: jealousy, smut

Summary: Legolas reminds you of the reasons you are with him.

A/N: Please don't be sorry for your English. I know the struggle. :)

The grassland is covered in a bright golden hue as the sun reaches the top of the clear blue sky. The lush, green grass waves like the ocean as a breeze runs through the peaceful scenery. Everything is so quiet and calm. It is almost impossible to believe the dark power that works and marches forward underneath it all. The warm rays of the sun caress your bare arms and your cheeks. The tree you lean against is tall and strong, bending its branches to the will of the slight wind. The rustle of the leaves is a sweet whisper in your ear as you focus on the story in front of you. The book is a pleasant weight on your lap. The pages are old and thin between your fingers.

"What are you reading?" Legolas's voice breaks your concentration, but you feel nothing but happiness as you turn your eyes from the long row of words to the tall elf standing a few meters away from you. "Just a book," you shrug. "Tales for children." "Are they good?" He asks, sitting down next to you with a few elegant movements. "You know how it is," you hum, closing the book and putting it on the ground. "The good always wins, and the bad guys pay for their misdeeds as they should." "It was easier to believe in it when we were kids, no?" The elf asks. You can almost see his blue eyes darkening with ominous thoughts. "Sometimes it's harder when you are an adult, yes," you reply, reaching out for his hand to link your fingers together. "But there is always hope." "I heard you will go with Gandalf." "Yes," you nod. "He thinks Eomer will listen to me." A slight frown appears between his brows. His lips turn into a thin line. "Are you friends with the rider?" "Something like that, yes." "When we met them, he asked you to come with them." You barely recognized him when your way met with the riders during your search for the hobbits. You smile and nod in confirmation. "Why are these questions?" "Why didn't you? Went with them, I mean." "You are my home, Legolas," you reply, squeezing his hand in yours. "I won't leave you." "But you will go with Gandalf." "He asked me," you reason, getting a little bit confused. Something is off with Legolas, but you can't find out what. "And it's just for a few days. We need every help we can get." "Are you sure?" He asks. He feels selfish, and guilt eats him up inside because of it, but he can't help himself. He knows orcs and death will wait for you in Helm's Deep, but he can't bear the thought of you staying with the riders. With Eomer. "Legolas," you say his name softly, cupping his cheek with your free hand. Your thumb caresses the soft skin under his eye. "Of course, I will come back to you. There is nothing that can keep me away from you." He smiles at your words. The slight curve of his lips gives him something angelic and ethereal that you can never get used to. You still don't understand how the elven prince can love you, a simple mortal, but he does, and you stopped questioning it years ago.

Soon, his lips find yours, and the kiss that always starts so gently is impatient and rushing now. His hand lands on the back of your head to keep you close, while his tongue slips into your mouth with ease. He invites you to a dance that's intimate and familiar. "Don't get me wrong," you hum when he breaks away. His breath still fans over your lips. It smells like ale and fruits. "I love your kisses, but you still don't tell me something." Now, the guilt is transparent on his delicate features, and he looks down at your intertwined fingers. The small gesture makes his years younger. "I just…" he sighs. "I just don't want you to find something with the rider that will make you stay with them… with him." "Oh, my love," you laugh, pecking his lips when you notice the slight blush spreading on his cheeks. "There is nothing that makes me stay where you aren't." Your words are followed by another kiss. It's feverish and bruising and makes you lose your breath for long seconds. His hand finds the loose curls at the nape of your neck, and before you know it, you are lying on the grass with Legolas above you. When he looks into your eyes, the glint you know so well by now is back in his bright blue irises. "I love you," he says, caressing the line of your jaw. "I love you too," you hum against his lips before gasping at his sudden touch. " What are you doing?" "Just a reminder of what I can do to you." He bares your legs with a few quick pulls on your dress until his hand finds its way between your thighs. "Legolas," you gasp again, looking around your surroundings. "What if someone sees us?" "I will hear them before they can see us," he promises. "Do you trust me?" The question makes your legs spread open before his caressing touch. "Of course."

His lips wander down your neck, caressing the soft skin there with slow, lazy kisses while his long fingers find their way to your center after pushing your panties aside. His fingertips slide over your fold easily. Your wetness soaks him within a few seconds. "You are so wet already," he hums. His words flutter in your chest. Your heart thuds against your ribcage. "Legolas," you pant his name, grabbing his shoulder. Your other hand tries to find some support on the ground. The grass is soft under your touch. "I'm here, love," he replies. "And I won't go anywhere until you cum around my fingers." Your eyes fall shut as the pleasure flares through your body. It burns your veins and spins the world around you. His thumb draws small circles on your clit, helping you to chase your orgasm. His breath fans over your neck, and his voice make you tremble some more. "Who makes you feel this good?" He asks, and when you don't answer immediately, he doesn't wait to push two fingers inside your aching hole. Your head falls back, and a moan breaks up from your throat. "Say my name, Y/N," the elf demands. "Let everyone hear who you belong to." His name leaves your lover's name in breathless whines as his hand speeds up between your legs. He pushes you to the edge and doesn't give you enough time to process what's happening. "Cum, Y/N," Legolas says. "Make a mess on my hand. Give me something to remember while you are far away from my arms."

Pleasure washes over you as the burning coil snaps in your lower belly. Your muscles jerk, and your breath stops for a long second. Your orgasm comes quickly and powerfully. It feels like Legolas's arms are the only things that keep you in one piece.

When you open your eyes, you see him licking your juices off his fingers. A satisfied smile plays on his lips the whole time. "You will get more when we meet again," he promises.

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iheartlegolas · 1 year

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𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ pairing: legolas x fem!reader

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ warnings: alcohol consumption, smut (MDNI pls), very light breathplay/choking

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ word count: 2.9k

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ synopsis: there's no better place to be than in the bedchambers of the elven prince, as he eagerly yearns to give you a night you'll ask him to relive

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫note: it's time ! my first smut to ever be written & shared, thank u all for ur patience, please accept my apologies for posting the preview and then dipping without a trace…lol i largely underestimated my ability to write smut so i truly hope that you enjoy (and that it’s readable) ok ily bye enjoy!

The chill of the autumnal night establishes itself upon your skin, its reluctant air depriving you of warmth as you stifle a shiver that forces its way to your spine. You stand, leaning onto a tree carved into a grand pillar, concealed from the crowd's gaze with a clear view of the crisp sky in front of you. Your head turns to the elves glittering about in the grand hall, their hands holding glasses filled with wine. Elven wine. A sheepish smile finds you, the gilded rim of the glasses delivering memories of your first time of having made the soon to be realised mistake; the consumption of the potent liquid.

Your head snaps back to the stars as recollection inches closer, taste buds reminded of its lightness and sweet taste of berries which proved to be a mere facade. Ignoring the gentle warnings Legolas whispered to you as you were handed a drink, playfully brushing them off as you welcomed the wine into your mouth. The faces of bewilderment and suppressed laughs as you drunkenly clung to the Prince all evening, plastering his neck and face with kisses, speaking incoherent nonsense into his ear, his arms catching you every time with an all too familiar ease as you tripped on air over and over again.

Your eyes are struck by the face of the moon, feeling a shudder come over you. The moon being the only other witness to the night that followed as the Prince ended your attendance to the party prematurely—the moment you began tugging at his tunic, your whispers becoming coherent and too indiscreet for any ear not belonging to him to hear. His hands claimed you once your eager pleas were out of the average Elf's range of sight and sound, his mouth beckoning you to be quiet with his kiss. The warmth of the summer air and its moonlight draping your nude form as you laid atop his discarded tunic, a makeshift bed on the forest floor.

You tighten the grip on your chalice filled with non alcoholic drink, the aching heat in your core daring to consume you as you recall the way his head dipped in between your thighs, his tongue softer than the moss you clutched. You sigh at his absence, pulling away from the moon's trance as an unavoidable wave of longing claims you, staring into the liquid of your drink. You bring it to your mouth, the brim of the chalice is cool on your lips as you force a swallow and your insides cringe at its lack of something stronger. Then, drinking more as your attempts to not think of him fail, your mind on the tips of his fingers grazing across your back, his eyes resting as his arms held you against his chest, his calmed heartbeat lulling you to sleep. You swallow the final sip, setting the chalice down. Thirst crawls its way back to your mouth.

The overwhelming sensation of sobriety prods at you with the sharpness of a blade.

Your memory becomes clouded with interruption as a gentle pair of arms envelop you from behind. A smile eases onto your lips as his chin rests on your shoulder, smelling traces of wine in his breath. Your shoulders relax as they lean into his embrace, "At last, the Prince has graced me with his presence." You speak with words drenched in playful sarcasm, drawing out a deep chuckle.

"I have been searching for you."

You turn to face him, your eyes failing to resist the temptation to become distracted by the moonlight that comfortably rests upon his porcelain skin. Seconds pass and you finally allow yourself to blink, your lips pursing with accusation, "And it appears you got lost in a wine cellar."

His forehead inches to rest against yours, dwindling your yearning into a distant memory as he hums in response. "I've missed you." He breathes, sliding his hand from your waist to the side of your neck. You lean into his touch, his hand feeling irresistibly soft despite lifetimes of yielding his bow.

"I must insist that you disobey the King's orders the next time he dares to pull you away from me for longer than a fortnight." You brush your lips against his, exchanging breaths. Silence fills the air, freeing you of the sounds of the King's autumnal celebration, harps echoing away from your ears. Your lips meet his—the kiss you’ve been waiting for, warm, soft. An urge strikes you and you depart from him before he grasps the opportunity to light the kiss ablaze, "Unless you'd like me to beg."

A hand slips into the back of your neck, bringing you back to his mouth. You taste berries on his tongue as it enters your mouth. You moan into him, hands flying to grip his shoulders for strength against your weakening knees.

The noise of the guests pull him away, his vision scanning for a pair of eyes lurking, a wandering ear to hear your desires meant only for him. A stream of cheers and refills invades the invisible shield you created for the both of you, proving to be ineffective. You tug at the thick, velvet-like material of his tunic, feeling spoiled as his face turns to yours with concern, albeit realising as he catches your parting lips, sensing your want.

His hand reaches for yours, leading you into the dimly lit forest on a path most familiar. You trail behind him, his quickening pace and strong grip failing to pay any notice to the fallen leaves that stick to the silken material of your dress, the thorns from the bushes tearing almost too easily into the delicate cloth. The path brightens as you near a reentrance to the Elven King's halls, the forest pathway discreetly allowing the quickest way to your destination. Footfalls become more hurried as you smile with glee, a fistful of your dress clenches in your hand to prevent a fall into the moistened ground. You yelp above a tree vein with a mission to bring you to the earth's floor, "Legolas!" You laugh, eyes dashing to him as he falters. His frame towers over you, blending in with the surrounded oaks.

His hand softens into yours as he halts, placing his other onto the side of your neck, a thumb strokes your warmed cheek, "Forgive my eagerness, my starlight."

Your mouth opens in response, only allowing for a gasp to escape as his arms lift you from the ground, carrying on with haste until you are brought to his bedchambers at last. A sharp inhale penetrates you as his lips collide with yours, the shutting of the door reverberating through the room as you allow his hands to untie the cords of your dress, pulling you closer to him as it loosens against your skin. He releases himself from your lips, his kiss drifting to your ear.

His hands move to the sides of your face, "My little star," He whispers, his lips brushing against yours as you shiver, "Will you grant me my desire to please you tonight?"

His hardened length dares to distract you from his words, "Yes," you say, before your breath bids your lungs farewell as the simple act of breathing becomes a foreign concept. Your dress inches off of your shoulders under the command of his careful fingers, an eager gaze following his every move. Goosebumps rise as more of your skin is revealed to him, impatience stirring within your dampening core as he stops to plant kisses along your collarbone. "You cannot rush me into your chambers and undress me so slowly. It is torture." You whine. A deep chuckle vibrates against your neck before his hands grip your dress, pulling. The fine fabric you once adored turns to an unshapely mess as it hits the floor, and a sigh of relief waiting to be freed withdraws from your mouth. Strong arms hoist you up with the haste you crave, his mouth back on yours as he plants you onto the soft covers of the bed. Your hips raise to meet his cock, resulting in a groan and his tongue enters your mouth. His palm grips your thigh, and you watch with half lidded eyes as his mouth leaves yours to venture to your chest. His tongue caresses your breast, a gentle massage that sends your hand flying to his tresses and disturbs the neatness, moaning as his tongue swirls around your hardened nipple. His head rises, a lustful gaze searching for your eyes as they open, fondling your breast with his hand. He flashes you a smile and leaves a hot kiss on your neck, rising from his position above you to sit against the head of the bed. You prop yourself up on your elbow and look at him, unsure of why he stopped, mouth opening in question.

"Come."

You lift to your hands and knees, your gaze falling to the outline of his cock as you crawl. His hand grabs your wrist before it reaches and he turns you away from him, your back sinking into his chest. His hand is on your neck as you settle onto him. Your breath becomes uneven, watching his free hand slide down to your core and reach the hem of your undergarment. You help him remove the final piece, entirely exposed as your bare body warms against his attire.

"Tell me, my little star," He whispers into your ear as his fingers find your clit, sliding his tongue across the tip of your ear while you melt deeper into him, "Did you touch yourself while I was away?"

You shudder, feeling his fingers glide across the wetness that gathered in your core, whimpers escaping from your lips as his slickened fingers begin to circle your clit, hips lightly jolting to swallow his touches. You moan, throwing your head back into his chest. His grip tightens around your neck, fingers pressing gently to the sides to coax an answer.

You whimper, the sounds of your wetness brought to your ears, "Yes." You moan, gasping as his pace quickens.

You feel a smile against your skin, writhing against his strong hold, arching as the incomings of an orgasm begins to burn within you—then he stops. Your hand falls to the sheets, a whine forming in your throat.

“Show me.” Legolas says, his voice low, fingers rising from your cunt to rest upon your breast, “Touch yourself.”

You hum softly, turning to face him with a look of question, your cheeks burning with heat at his command. He’s serious—lips curled into a subtle smirk, his eyes exploring the expanse of your shivering body—all while his hand remains wrapped around your neck. Your hand rises, fingers grazing your abdomen, lowering slowly to your aching cunt. A deep inhale enters you as your eyes close, leaning your head back into him as you start to pleasure yourself. Heat overtakes your entire body as it burns against his, soft moans slipping out of your mouth as his words of encouragement—“good girl” “just like that, little dove” “show me how good it feels”—spill into your ear, prompting you to hasten your touches. His hand travels down to your clit in favour of replacing yours, which you gladly retract as it flies to grip the sheets, surrendering under his fingers. A wave of pleasure washes over you, gasping as an orgasm arrives. The Prince is intent on driving you mad with pleasure as he continues circling your delicate pearl, but your trembling hand seizes his wrist, whimpering with a weak effort to bring a pause to his pace, "Legolas."

His fingers settle down into a leisure pace while your heartbeat struggles to calm itself in its enclosure. "Were you not eager for me to pleasure you?" He toys in a deep tone.

"I want you inside of me." You breathe, your grip loosens on his wrist as your muscles remember how to function, the tenseness possessing your body finding relief as his fingers stop. You shift, turning to face him, cheeks heating at the sight of his face. You resist the urge to grind against his lap as you work on removing his attire, straddling him with a timidness that he finds irresistibly adorable. You avoid the wolfish smile tugging at his lips, your mouth watering as his tunic comes undone, unsteady hands reaching to explore his toned chest.

"After all the moments we shared," He inches closer, fingers raising your chin. Your eyes meet his, weakening under his gaze, "You still remain coy as though it was the first time."

Vision blurs from his face to the ceiling as he flips your body to lay against the soft covers of the bed. He rises and stands at the foot of the bed, gaze towering above your splayed form with a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. You engage in the act of watching him as he takes the role of undressing himself, staring in awe while your insides flutter as your hand awaits restlessly to feel his cock. His return to you is quick, gratefulness erupting within when his mouth devours you with a fervent kiss. A tongue caresses yours before interruption strikes him with a moan, a sensual stroke of your hand treading dangerously along the length of him. Your fingers curl around him, raising your hips to tease his cock with the wetness of your dripping pussy—but he stops you, restraint apparent on his clenched jaw as he resists the desire to sink his cock into you, dragging his lips to the expanse of your chest, then lowering as his hands stroke your thighs, parting them. You watch as he presses kisses to your inner thighs, reaching to grab hold of his hair. His mouth moves to your core, his warm breath fanning over your cunt. You throw your head back and moan as his tongue licks along your heat, tasting the remnants of your orgasm then trailing up to suckle on your clit. His hand slides up to your breast as he slips two fingers inside of you, curling in upward motions and sending you into bliss. His name releases from your mouth through soft whines, his tongue bringing trembles trickling into your thighs. Your hips roll into his mouth with delicate force, clutching the covers as you moan through the orgasm he brings you. You loosen, laying slack as you take deep breaths, the wondrous exhaustion of being sent to heaven a second time has caught hold of you. He kisses your thigh with tender touches of his hands, then rises to meet you. Your arms wrap around him in embrace, pulling him into a kiss while his cock prods at your thigh. He reaches down to align himself with your core, saturating his length with your wetness. You rock your hips against him as it slides along your slit, whimpering in desperation for him to fill you whole. The head of his cock pushes into your cunt, and a moan leaves his mouth as he buries himself into you, reaching for your hand and enclosing his fingers with yours as he pins it above you. You moan with him as his thrusts grow deeper, pulling him close. A cry escapes your lips and your walls clench around him, raking your nails across his back with quivering lips. You love the familiarity of it all—how he knows every delicate spot to drive into over and over again, the control over your body that he masterfully possesses. His thumb trails across your lower lip as his eyes drink in the sight of you beneath him, your writhing body and nipples brushing against his chest, clinging onto him with your arms while you fill the room with sounds of your pleasure as he pumps in and out of you.

Moments like this are dragged to a wish for eternity as his palm cradles your cheek, his thrusts slowing in an attempt to prolong your bliss—and all you can do is stare into those captivating hues as your vision blurs before your eyes shut. Your mouth parts, soundless save for the shaking of your breaths, a trembling hand reaches for the back of his neck as you shudder into your climax, the walls of your heat convulsing around his girth. "Fill me." A beg cries from your tongue, “Please.” You whimper, cheeks burning.

Your words bring a groan to his lips as his composure crumbles. His cock twitches inside of you, spilling his seed into you, dipping his head down to meet your lips for a kiss—messy, with broken breaths in between, pressing his forehead against yours.

The subtle tremble of your thighs remains as he finally pulls out after a tender moment with his head rested in the crook of your neck. He pulls the covers to your bodies, reaching to bring you closer. You nestle into him and sigh with contentment, cheeks stamped with heat that has finally begun to cool. His fingers graze the expanse of your back under the covers, lips pressing light kisses into your neck. Your eyes close, heavy with sleep, releasing calming breaths that mingle with his as he gazes upon the sight of your face, “Gi melin.” He says and kisses your forehead, resting his chin above your head as sleep claims you.

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elvish - english

gi melin - i love you

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wild-lavender-rose · 3 months

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What Comes After - LOTR

Pairing: Aragorn x fem!reader, Legolas x fem!reader, Boromir x fem!reader, Faramir x fem!reader, Elrond x fem!reader

Category: Preferences/NSFW

Summary: What they would say/do after you've cum hard for them

Warning: NSFW, insinuation of sex, aftercare

Legolas-

Whispered elvish between stuttered gasps of air

"Are you all right?"

Hovering over top of you, brushing the hair from your face, cradling your cheek as your body shivers from the aftershocks of pleasure

"I'm here, you're safe. I'm here."

Light kisses on your face

Holding you carefully as you both steady your breathing

Aragorn-

Shushes you as you gasp and shake, rubbing soothing circles against your thighs and hips while you come down from the high

Whispers assurances as he lays beside you, continuing to rub your sides and arms while watching your expressions closely

He smiles when you do, relieved that you're okay and he hasn't pushed you too far

Will run his fingers through your hair and compliment you on your performance

Gathers you into his arms the moment you reach for him, holding you close and whispering his love for you over and over again

Boromir-

Is initially proud of himself and the fact you're a quivering, gasping mess

His smirk fades as your breath remains stuttered, holding himself up over you

"Are you all right?"

You nod but he doesn't believe you

Flips over and moves you so that you're laying on top of him

Rubs your back and cards his fingers through your hair as your body relaxes at the sound of his heartbeat

Still pretty proud of himself

Faramir-

Would think he had done something wrong

Kiss you all over, assessing you with worried eyes

Would hold you the moment you reached for him

Gazing into your eyes, whispering again and again "I'm here, I'm here"

You would kiss him deeply to assure him that you were fine, a kiss he would gratefully return

Elrond-

He would encourage you to cum one more time for him even after you've cum so hard

Would kiss you once you're totally spent, slow and deep

Whisper elvish in your ear

Would leave briefly to gather some wine, a basin of hot water and a cloth

Sponge bathes your sweaty, heaving body, leaving a trail of kisses in between

Helps you to drink some wine

Would hold you carefully, talking about everything and nothing as you fall asleep

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sachiko1309 · 3 months

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You shall have me

Summary: After a long and draining day, Legolas takes care of his girl in the most pleasurable way he knows...

Word count: 3048

Warnings: smut with some plot, oral, rougher sex, Dom! Legolas, sub! reader, mentioning of poly, Legolas being a tease. This contains adult content. Minors DNI!!

This is part of a fanfiction I write on Wattpad. Its called "the prophecy of the elven warrior" A fanfiction dealing with Visha the main character drawn between the Commander of the marchwardens and the prince of Mirkwood. Feel free to check it out, as I am almost finished with updating it. 😉🥰

He took me out of Haldirs arms, pulling me into a tight hug. “God, how I missed doing that all day.” He mumbled into my hair and I instantly relaxed against his chest, taking in his soft floral sent, that was so different to Haldirs strong sent of pine. Behind me, I could hear Haldir move around, seeing him vanish out of the door out of the corner of my eye. I knew it was his way of giving me and Legolas some well needed privacy.

The ellon holding me, immediately picked me up and pressed me against the wall. Out of reflex, I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders. Legolas narrowed his eyes, as desire slowly pushed itself to the front. I swallowed and looked up at him, at those beautiful blue eyes that had grown dark with need. When I ran my tongue over my lips, I heard him groan. "And?" I asked, heat pooling in my stomach. "What else did you miss?"

Legolas dipped his head, his lips just above my collar bone. "You." He whispered. Hot breaths fanning over my skin made me close my eyes and whimper out in lust, goosebumps rising all over my skin. "I want you." He repeated, his voice a low grumble against my skin.

I swallowed hard, as he pressed up against me, the feeling of his hard cock straining against his pants making my breathing go rigid. His hands let go of my waist; his lips skimming up to my ear. A sound rose from the back of my throat, something that felt like a purr. Warmth and desire washed over me again, and I grabbed onto Legolas collar, saying: "And you shall have me, however you wish to have me."

He pulled back, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with passion. After the next inhale, his lips crushed onto mine. I was pulled into a darkened tunnel of desire. His kisses were deep, drugging me senseless. His tongue, all warm, luscious, and sinful, licked and probed its way into the warmth of my mouth. Whimpering helplessly, I looped my arms around his neck. My body already throbbing and aching, arousal pooling between my thighs, and he had just started kissing me.

There was no need to be hurried like those times in the middle of the night, when I helped him sneak into Haldir and my bedroom. His mouth devoured mine, leaving me breathless, and him oblivious to me working frantically on his clothes. “Slowly meleth.” He groaned when he felt his vest coming undone. “Slowly.”

Legolas grabbed my wrists to stop me. “Slowly.” He pulled away just enough, his mouth barely hovering over my lips. “Let’s make tonight count, hmmm?” His eyes had grown dark and dangerous. “How…” I started, but his warm breath fanning over my skin made reel up in need. Like Haldir, he was able to make me go weak in the knees just by the way he touched me, and he knew it. “How slow are we talking about?” I was finally able to press out.

“Very slow.” He whispered before dragging my face in for a kiss. “So slow…” He savored the lusciousness of his words. “…that by the time I’m done with you, you won't have an ounce of strength left in that beautiful body of yours.” He wore a wicked grin on his face, walking us over to the sofa in front of the fireplace. He gently laid me down, hovering over me before pressing a searing kiss to my cheek, just as gentle as when he laid me down.

“I’m gonna eat your pretty little pussy, nin iell.” He gingerly kissed me, fiddling with the strings of my dress. I was stunned at his sudden change in demeanor. Normally he wasn’t the one to demand things from me, leaving the rougher part to Haldir. But it seemed the more time we spent together, the bolder he got. Finally, ablet to loosen my dress enough, he shuffled it up my body, pulling it over my head.

“Fuck.” he breathed. “Feels like you’re trying to kill me, meleth.” Keeping his place between my legs, his arms trailed up my chest, playing with my tits. “So fucking gorgeous…” Placing my hands on his wrists, encouraging him to continue, I sighed “Legolas…” Head thrown back. I could swear his eyes darkened by four shades, swallowing his pretty blues into the abyss of his lust.

Moving from his place between my legs to help me remove my underwear in one swift motion, quickly getting right back to business as soon as he was able to. Once he was settled back between my thighs again, I could feel his hands gripping them tightly. “Such a pretty pussy you’ve got here, little one.” His face was so close to my center, his breath fanned against my skin with every word he said. “Can’t believe you’ve kept it from me for so long.” Littering my thighs with kiss after kiss, each time getting closer to my core.

“I haven’t.” I breathed out, my voice audibly shaking at his actions. He just tutted at my words. “I had to wait nearly 3000 years for you to step into my life. Only to then see you being married to another man. Forced to sneak around everyone’s back, only to be with you.”

My hands made their way to his hair, gently grasping his hair and tugging to emphasize my need for him. “Please, Legolas…”

“Please what, melui iell?” He mocked coyly.

“You know what.” My hips began to rise from the sofa, searching for some relief.

“Uh uh.” He moved his head further from where I wanted it the most. “I wanna hear you say it for me.”

“I… can you… I want you to eat me out, please?” Squeezing my eyes shut, not being able to look at him, as he finally connected his lips with my center. “Oh my GOD!” His tongue traced my clit lightly, barely giving much stimulation, but even that was enough to make my legs starting to quiver.

While his tongue tracing my clit felt absolutely amazing, nothing prepared me for feeling his tongue tracing along my soaked slit, before delicately prodding inside of me. “Holy shit, melethron!” I shrieked out, his tongue trailing back to my clit before I felt his finger slowly enter my pussy. He raised his mouth from my center, looking me straight into my eyes. “By Valar, how I love this.” His voice was nearly a growl. “That sweet pussy of yours hooked me the moment I had my first taste. And by all what is mighty, I will never stop worshipping it.”

He was passionate about pleasing me, humming at my skin. Making sure to wait for me to relax, welcoming the pleasure rather than being surprised by it, before he slowly started to thrust the single digit in and out of my core. I tossed my head back against the pillows at the feeling of his long fingers reaching parts of me that I could never reach myself.

“Fuck!” His finger found the perfect spot inside of me, curling to massage it gently and bringing me closer to the edge. My pussy pulsating in rhythm with his thrusts, the wet and messy sounds of my pleasure filling the room. I felt him moan, even more as he brought his free hand up my chest, pinching and pulling my nipple before switching to the neglected breast, simultaneously adding a second finger.

I cried out for him. “I’m so close, please don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” My back began to arch off the sofa, as his ministrations went on, his fingers pounding into my pussy as his lips continued to suck eagerly at my clit. “Oh my…” I rasped, my voice hoarse and thin. “Legolas!” I yelled, as my orgasm washed over my all the sudden. Riding it out, as he refused to cease his actions on my body until I couldn’t take any more and ha to pull him away.

“I need you.” I said timidly, my gaze on the floor. “I need you inside of me.” It was weird telling him what I needed, having never spoken to him during sex other than the occasional begging, but it made me feel brave and…sexy. Legolas let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

"Do you need me, too?" I asked, my hand fingering the hem of his tunic. Where was this braveness coming from? I slipped my hand underneath his clothes, gently shoving the fabric down his shoulders. He got the hint, getting up from his knees and undressing himself, making a show for me to watch. He was tall and lean, like most elves were. His fair skin, scattered with scars from the many fights he had been in, giving his soft appearance a slight hint of roughness, that had me reeling in desire.

"You sound so needy.” He growled, watching me intently as I laid there, spreading my legs for him. "Is it me that's gotten you like this? Or your husband?" He shook his head, a cocky grin appearing on his lips. And I whined at his words when he included Haldir. "You are such a slut." He grinned, grabbing me by my neck and pulling me across the sofa to have more space to settle between my legs. But he didn’t. Standing next to me, he looked down with a smirk.

"I am more than ready to fuck you in front of him, too, if you want me to." He said, his voice a tad gentler. "I would fuck you in my father’s throne room to claim you." A hot shiver ran down my spine and fluttered inside my core. "I would have fucked my cum so deep inside you, until you are a crying mess for everyone to hear. And then I would have you walk back here. Nothing more than a ripped dress covering you, barely doing anything to keep your modesty, all while my cum runs down your thigh."

I winced at his word, closing my legs in embarrassment. Did he really mean that? "Legolas…" I started, "…that’s…" I was cut off with a loud moan pushing through my lips as he inserted two fingers. His fingers curled once more, and with it, my toes. "This pussy belongs to me." He pumped his fingers inside of me, slowly crawling on top of me. "Your pussy belongs to me."

Without a warning, his fingers abandoned my needy core, and taking their place was his cock. The thickness stretching me out, as the head of his penis pressed against my puffy walls. He pulled out quickly, then bottomed out once more. His hands gripped my hips in a bruising hold, his thrusts just as rough. I cried out each time he filled me up. It was too much, but not enough at the same time. He had never fucked me like this before, and I relished in it. Relished in the way Legolas balls slapped against me with a wet snap. Relished in the way he made a mess of me; my wetness being smeared around between us.

"I belong to you." I whimpered, back arching and hands gripped his biceps, as my nails dug into his flesh. Legolas thrusts faltered and he finally looked at me. He pulled me flush to his chest, my bare breasts against him. Gripping my chin and looking deep into my eyes. "Say it again."

"I'm yours, Legolas. Body and soul." I repeated, my voice slightly muffled by his fingers gripping my chin hard. Picking up his pace again, he let go of my face, grabbing both of my hands and burying them beneath his fingers.

Like a ravenous predator, his eyes meet mine. A pleasure visible inside of them, that was beyond my wildest dreams, the high I so desperately yearned for just a tad too far to reach. “Please.” I whimpered, finally completely pushed over the edge and into submission. His previously slow pace got replaced by a more moderate one that had me gasping for air. The searing heat returning, yet this time it is more than welcomed, much like his cock, leaving not a spot untouched in its way.

“Legolas…” I whispered, not able to do much more than moan or plead his name. My head hung back, lips parted and back arching as I gave myself into his hands. Soon my moans were accompanied by his groans, showing how much this affected him as well. It was the sound of his voice, growling my name followed by a string of elvish curses, that dragged me towards my release in fast steps.

“My prince…” I breathed out, loud enough to catch his attention. “More…” Arching my back against his chest, unable to fight his strong hold that held me in place as he pounded into me mercilessly. “M-More, please” I rasped.

His response was letting go of one hand and grabbing ahold of my hips, as he kept on driving himself in as deep as possible, knocking the air straight out of my lungs, leaving me clutching onto his shoulder and hand. “It’s as if you are trying to send me over the edge.” His voice was low, unsteady. A mere shadow of its usual self. “My pretty petal, so eager to be ruined.” I was unable to even process his words. All I could sense was him, so I shrieked, when he let go of me and roughly manhandled my legs upwards.

With knees now brought to my chest, I could do nothing but claw at the pillows, as his strong hold kept me in place. The feeling of his cock more prominent than ever, as blind spots were slowly taking over my vision.

“Legolas!” I yelped, but my train of thought got interrupted by another thrust.

“This is what you requested, is it not?”

A mewl ripped from my throat, a series of pants and gasps filling the room before my jaw was in his grasp once more; forcing my gaze upon him. “It is what you begged me for. To give you more, is it not?”

Not being able to do much more than gape, I parted my lips, staring into baby blue hues now wild and firm, boring into my soul. Even though I stared at him, I could not focus on anything, all my attention on the snapping of his hips, the feeling of his tip touching that one bundle of nerves that made me cry out in desperation. “Th-There - There!”

My words were jumbled and slurred; my brain drunk from the bliss overtaking my body one tidal wave after another. I bucked my hips, frantic for that sensation to grow stronger. “Here?’’ He drove into my core again, prompting my eyes to fall back into my head. The only word I was able to say being his name and hushed pleads, interrupted by countless gasps, and mewls.

A familiar feeling started to rise within the pit of my stomach, sending all my senses into overload. It was blistering, devastating, and I was unsure how much longer I could hold on. With Legolas fingers now capturing my clit between his thumb and forefinger, combined with the heat of his kisses on my neck and shoulder, it was beyond what I could have ever asked for.

Searing, hot, like a rapid, undying fire my body started burning. With eyes barely opening I tried to warn him, yet my core did it for me. Walls clamping down, earning a curse in his mother tongue, as fresh, red marks now stained the skin of my hips.

“C-Can’t - I can’t.” I cried out, but he cut me off with his lips, dragging me into a kiss full of passion. Hunger, vigor, intense and demanding, that’s what crossed my mind as he kissed me. “Come, my princess.” His voice almost drowning in the hurdled cry that left my mouth after he parted from the kiss. “Come for me.”

It’s all I needed to hear, to finally shatter around him. My vision turning blurry, as a violent jerk overtaking my body, all the nerves tensed and contracted in pure bliss. It was blinding and fierce, and in a fervid moment, I arched my back, finally releasing the blistering heat inside of my body with a cry of his name. Surely heard by all elves of Mirkwood.

Trembling, that was all I could do. My frame hit the sheets, head spinning, as I was gasping for air. And I barely even noticed Legolas being brought to his own release a shuddering growl of my name falling from his lips. The once fervent snaps melting into nothing but a few bucks until he steadily came to a stop.

Once more, my swollen lips were captured by his own, slower, gentler this time, but still as passionate as ever. Unable to come up with much resistance, I merely hummed and leaned into him; sighing as his length retreated from my core, leaving behind an empty feeling.

It took a moment for him to gather his composure, but soon he got up, he was making a run for the bathroom to get a towel to clean me up. At least that’s what I assumed; my head still too fogged up to really comprehend anything beyond the tingly feeling inside my body. Within seconds, he was back, kissing every part of my body he could reach while cleaning me up. “Rest.” It was a quiet whisper. “You did so well, meleth nin.” He sighed, pressing a peck to my mouth. “But for now, rest.”

I could feel him picking me up and carrying me through the room. The next thing I noticed was being sat down on a soft surface and a second warm body cuddling behind me. The smell of pine filled my nose and I immediately relaxed. “Haldir…” I whimpered, trying to turn around, but he firmly held me in place. “Shh, nin iell. Its alright. Sleep now. We are here.” Closing my eyes, I registered Legolas climbing into the bed as well. Cuddling into his side, I fell asleep, Haldir pressed against my back.

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mlmxreader · 4 months

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Warm Hands | Legolas x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Legolas

81 “It’s been a long time” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Legolas finally comes home, but he finds you in a slightly... desperate situation.

: ̗̀➛ anal sex, anal fingering, swearing, praise kink

↳ @thesnowurzikdjinn

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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You were cold as you laid in bed, shivering and shaking beneath the thick fur blankets that seemed suddenly too thin; a slight breeze rolled through, although the windows and doors were closed tightly. It was dark out, the early hours of the morning starting to gently crawl through as the seconds trickled down like thick honey.

Slowly, slowly.

It was a shame, really, as you weren't used to sleeping alone; usually, Legolas was beside you, cuddled into you with his head either on your chest or his face pressed against the side or back of your neck.

He always felt so warm, and you suddenly hated the fact that you often told him to go away during the summer months when it was too hot for him to hold you; you should never have taken him for granted. You knew that, now.

You turned onto your side, rubbing your legs together and quickly running your hands up and down your biceps in a small hope that you could gain some, even just a little bit, of warmth. Missing Legolas and his soft, warm hands so terribly.

Promising to never take him for granted again.

You didn't even notice when the door opened, hardly able to hear it over the harsh creaking of the old bed frame beneath you; you never heard his footsteps, he was always so quiet, but the sight of his light hair and his soft smile in the darkness made you breathe out a sigh of relief.

You dared to leave the bed, attaching yourself to his body tightly as you nearly wept.

"Oh, I missed you!"

Legolas grinned, putting an arm around you as he felt your hand graze his own. "You're cold... why don't you use the blanket my father made for you?"

You shrugged, not really sure how to explain that you always felt bad for using it; it was a beautiful, soft and plush blanket that was always, always so warm and so snug.

You didn't want to ruin it, didn't want to wash off the smell of stardust or, even worse, infect it with your scent. You always felt terrible for using it, you just could never find the words to explain it properly to Legolas.

"I want your warmth," you whispered, taking his hands in yours as you smiled. "It's been so long, and I missed you so much, and..."

He didn't hesitate, kissing you softly as he cupped your cheeks with both hands, guiding you to the bed and laying you down; kissing you so gently and so softly as his warm, skilled hands worked to undress you.

Once the pile of clothes on the floor formed, Legolas smiled, running his hands up and down your body as he admired it so carefully; looking at each and every inch with adoration.

You couldn't help the quiet moan that escaped you, feeling his warm hands everywhere and the slight burning sensation that each little gentle caress left behind against your cold skin.

You squirmed beneath him, taking his wrist and gently guiding him down, but he paused just above your waist, tilting his head to the side as he hummed.

"I thought you only wanted my warmth."

You frowned a little, aching and needy all at once. "Legolas, don't be a fool, please... I want you, need you."

He withdrew, kneeling between your calves as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside before diving back in for another kiss; easily, he coaxed you onto your stomach.

Pausing for a moment to admire the shape of your ass; he let his hand rest on your cheek, leaning over you, his voice harsh and low. Mere huffs of air mixed with a few odd sounds.

"Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes," you breathed out, rolling your hips. "Please."

Legolas was gone by the time you turned around, only to return with some water based liquid; he groaned softly as he slipped two fingers in your ass to work the liquid against your tight walls, preparing you for him all too easily.

He tried to be quick, trying to satisfy your demands for him to hurry up and fuck you, but he needed to be thorough. Stretching your ass with his fingers and praising you gently, the warmth from his body radiating onto your back.

You begged one final time, and Legolas knew he couldn't wait any longer; lining himself up as he used his big warm hands to spread your cheeks, slowly pressing his tip into your ass before gently thrusting into you.

Buried at the hilt as he stilled for a moment, leaning over you with his hands either side of your head; he wanted to give you a moment, allow you to adjust to how thick he was and the slight burn of his light pubic hair against your bare skin.

But you were impatient, bucking your hips and already trying to fuck yourself on his cock as you pleaded softly, begging for him to move. Legolas could never deny such a lovely request, groaning softly as he snapped his hips, biting down on the side of your neck.

"I missed you so much," he murmured against the sensitive skin, his voice sending vibrations through you. "I thought about you every day."

You groaned softly, trying to match his harsh pace as you begged quietly for him to hold your hands, trying not to grin when his fingers laced and entwined with yours. "I need you so bad, love... I can't... unf... can't sleep when you're not here..."

He smiled, slowing down a little so that he could kiss the side of your face, grinning when you turned your head and kissed him softly. "I couldn't sleep, either. I spent too long putting up with your snoring, silence is... eerie."

"It's been a long time," you whimpered, able to feel him hit the exact right spot in your ass to make you gawk and moan, shudder and writhe, beneath him. "Legolas..."

"I'm here, love," he murmured, peppering the side of your neck in small, soft kisses. "I'm here. I've got you."

Nobody loved you the way that Legolas did, if you were honest. He made you laugh, made you squirm and writhe, but he made you smile and he made you actually feel wanted; whenever you were with him, you never felt unsafe or unsure about anything.

He made you feel confident, encouraged you whenever he was around. You could never believe that you were so lucky as to be able to love someone like him, let alone have that love returned. You could still remember the sigh of relief from Aragorn and Gimli when you announced that you and Legolas were moving in together.

You adored him, almost as much as he adored you. But with his long light hair tickling your skin, and the harsh and quick pace of his cock pounding into your tight, warm asshole - you knew you weren't going to last long.

He was hitting all the right spots, and the soft praises and encouragements that left his mouth had you clawing at the bed, desperate and needy as a little bit of drool slipped from your mouth.

You couldn't help it, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you tilted it back slightly, fucking yourself on his cock as your thighs trembled, toes curling as you moaned his name loudly; Legolas wasn't far behind, pressing his face to your neck as he softly grunted out your name, rutting his cum into your asshole as he gave your hands a firm squeeze.

"I've got you," he whispered softly. "I've got you."

You nodded against him, rolling your hips as you tried to catch your breath. "I'm feeling so much warmer now."

Legolas laughed, shaking his head fondly as he kissed your cheek. "I'm glad, my love."

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generalkenobee · 2 months

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Imagine being a painter and Legolas is your muse

Your paint brush ran slowly along your white canvas as your eyes flickered from your elf back down to the undone painting. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" and it was true, that's why you wanted to paint him, you wanted to be able to take in every small detail of his face and body.

Legolas would be sooo nervous the whole time, looking away whenever you'd look back up at him. Feeling the tips of his pointed ears becoming hot.

"I just need you to sit still for maybe another 25 minutes ok? You're doing so good"

And when you do show him the painting you'd spent weeks on? He's over the moon. He doesn't even say anything the first time he sees it because he's speechless, completely astounded at the work of art in front of him.

"do you not like it?" You asked with wide eyes feeling the nerves start to boil in your lower belly. Legolas looked up at you with his eyes now wide too. "No! No I-I.." he took a breath bringing his eyes back to yours. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.."

#x reader #generalkenobee #legolas #legolas greenleaf #lofr #lotr x reader #legolas x reader #legolas smut

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ransprang · 1 month

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thank you for the wait @auryborealis we hope you like your match up <3

if anyone else wants a personalized fic this is our ko-fi

your lotr match up is....

LEGOLAS!!!

SFW

How you met: You were wandering the forests of Mirkwood, attracted by the legends of elven magic surrounding the place. Your footsteps were featherlight, softer than the wind caressing the leaves under the twilight moon. You didn’t really think you would meet any elves but you were enjoying nature. Suddenly you realised you were being watched. You found yellow eyes staring at you. A grey wolf padded out of the darkness. You knelt before it, beckoning closer, strangely calmed by its presence. The wolf allowed you to ruffle its fur before jerking its head up when a masculine voice called out, “Humans aren’t meant to be here.” You turned to see Legolas, standing behind you. His weapons were still sheathed so you took it as a good sign. “It's beautiful here, isn't it? The legends hardly do it justice,” you spoke smilingly. Legolas turned his gaze toward the canopy above, his eyes alight with a spark of reverence. "Indeed, the magic of Mirkwood is as boundless as the stars in the night sky. Few mortals dare to tread these ancient paths," he replied. You nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of kinship with the elf prince. You asked if you could visit the woods again, and Legolas agreed with some reluctance. He said the forest had deemed you worthy, and it would not be his place to deny you access. You returned the next night, after exchanging a few curt words with him. He wasn’t there that night, but he appeared the night after that. Like a mistrustful cat, he warmed up to you over time, and eventually fell for you.

Legolas appreciates your love of animals and nature. He grew up in forests, surrounded by wild animals and he likes how you aren’t scared of them.

Horror stories rarely faze Legolas but he likes how animated you get while telling them and listening to them. He would try to collect ghost stories from everyone in the fellowship to come and tell you. Gimli would have some good ones.

Legolas would love your sense of humor. He often enjoys some verbal repartee with his companions and he would like someone who can give as good as they get. He revels in every witty comeback or sarcastic remark you make. He even finds it amusing when you cuss out people who annoy you when they aren’t looking.

Legolas, like most elves, is a rampant bisexual and he would love your androgyny. Elves are androgynous creatures themselves so you would fit right in.

After you both fall in love, Legolas would be completely devoted to you since elves bond for life. His family would be against it given the fact that you are mortal and he is royalty but he is not the type of man to dismiss his feelings in fear of heartbreak.

When you both are among friends he likes to quietly listen alongside you with his enhanced hearing. He’ll whisper comments about the tea and gossip being spilt into your ear making you giggle. The group looks oddly at you both.

Legolas enjoys practicing his archery while you are nearby learning how to dual wield light-weight swords. He would see you practicing and ask to spar with you. You both would teach each other a few tips and tricks unique to your individual fighting styles.

Everyone in the fellowship is lowkey scared by the two of you considering how light on the feet you both are. You both have accidentally snuck up on all the hobbits and Gimli, giving them mini heart attacks.

Legolas would love it when you sing. When you think you are alone and are humming, he would quietly come and sit beside you to listen, careful not to alert you to his presence.

N/SFW

Being an enjoyer of nature, Legolas likes to partake in walking and swimming with you. When you both approach a river to swim in he respectfully watches you shed your layers of clothing. He admires your curves and the light shining on your body. He joins you in being naked, already semi-hard and enjoys bathing with you. He hugs you from behind, letting his hands wander from your stomach to your breasts, tweaking your nipples.

Legolas is quick to catch onto your people pleasing personality. He reminds you many times to not force yourself to do something for him unless you want to. You can reassure him by giving him head randomly, he’s always clean, don't worry ;)

When he goes down on you his hands go up your thighs as he slowly kisses the inner flesh. Legolas makes intense eye contact with you as he gets closer to your throbbing pussy hole. Tantalisingly he licks and sucks on your folds. He likes making you lose your cool and let out a slew of curses, so he takes his time to work you up.

It always starts with warm cuddles and spooning on a bedroll after the fellowship sleeps. Legolas loves being the big spoon, holding you close to him protectively, but the longer your hips push into his groin, the more heated he gets. He starts dry humping his hard cock against you, breathing heavily.

Legolas likes to keep his pace slow and steady, eventually catching speed. He almost loses control, and doesn't stop till he cums inside of you. He would always finish inside of you, just the thought of a creampie brings him closer to the edge.

He likes nipple play, flicking your breast and sucking on them while you straddle him and ride his cock. Also, when you lick his nipples while stroking his cock he gets so turned on. He never understood why, but he always felt comfortable sexually expressing himself in front of you.

If Legolas gets too close too soon, he likes to get edged. It's his little punishment for not being patient with you and losing control. He would moan and groan as you touch him, and would only allow himself to cum when he thinks you're close too.

He moans words in Sindarin, and looks at you smiling observing your confused expression before leaning in for a kiss as he's thrusting in missionary position.

He would carry your naked form up in his arms bridal style and take you with him on the secluded balcony to watch the stars with him, while he holds you close to him.

Legolas likes to play with your fingers, entangling his with yours after sex. Laying there just staring into your deep brown eyes, realizing how much he loves you.

your night owls,

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alloftheimaginesblog · 2 years

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Headcanons for dating Legolas SFW + NSFW...

He's such a gentleman. He's very aware of your boundaries and certain lines so he doesn't do anything to overstep or push you. He's very respectful of you and it makes you feel really safe knowing that he's so careful and respectful of you and your boundaries.

Legolas is so completely and wholly in love with you. Everything you do, he just looks at you with a smile and so much awe in his eyes. Even the simplest things he's proud of you for and celebrates you all the time. He knows that he got lucky with you and he is so appreciative and just so in love with you.

"My words cannot express how deeply my heart craves you, my love. For always and for eternity, I am yours."

He's not shy of PDA, even around his father. He's grown out of the grasp that his father holds on him, though he's not full on PDA, but rather soft touches, a kiss to the knuckles, a kiss to the temple, a caress of the cheek.

He helps you to train, sparring with you and helping you to be more skilled with certain weapons or techniques. He never judges you for your skill level or your fitness level, he's so encouraging and he gets so proud when you learn something new or perfect something.

He's a fast learner so he spends time exploring your body, kissing and touching every inch of you to know which ones make you react the most and he learns from that. He learns what makes you orgasm fast, he learns what turns you on, he learns what you love. He knows you better than you know yourself.

His love language is touch. He loves when you touch him. If he had his way, the pair of you would never stop touching. It doesn't even have to be in a sexual way. A simple linking of arms, a peck on the cheek, a brush of his hair would have him melting.

He loves when you touch him in a sexual way too, obviously. He loves the way you admire him, touching his body and praising him. He loves to know how much you love him and his body. He's very into being praised.

He loves when you play with his hair. There's nothing more relaxing to him than being in the arms of the person he loves and having them play with his hair. He would let you braid it, adding a little charm or bead to remind him of you.

He is your biggest supporter in everything that you do no matter how hard or bleak it looks. He always believes in you and tells you as much. If things get hard, he's the one who advises you, helps guide you to your desired outcome and supports you always. When you achieve what you wanted, he couldn't be prouder.

He worships the very ground that you walk on. He'll spend hours proving to you how beautiful and how perfect you are. He absolutely worships your body, praising you, telling you how beautiful you are.

He's protective of you, as any significant other would be, but he knows that you can handle yourself. He'll intervene if necessary and if things are too much but if he knows you can handle it, he'll stand back and watch with a proud smile.

You can talk to him about anything. You know that he won't judge you, he won't think any less of you, all he wants is for you to be okay so he'll listen intently on anything you have to say and then if you want advice, he'll offer you some, if you just want him to listen, he'll just listen.

Legolas loves cuddling and snuggling with you in bed. He loves to hold you, loves to have your body pressed against him, he loves knowing that you're there next to him. He always lets you fall asleep first, he likes knowing that you're sound asleep before he too falls asleep wrapped in your warmth.

He loves to kiss you. He could kiss you for hours. He finds it so sensual and intimate and he loves how soft your lips are. He would caress your body, your face as you kiss, pulling you close against him.

Usually, Legolas makes love to you, he's very into intimate, sensual sex which is slow, deep and passionate. He loves to kiss you as you have sex, loves to pepper kisses all over your body, he finds nothing sexier than the way you look at him as he's deep inside you.

He loves you body, no matter the size or shape. He adores every single thing about you. If you're ever feeling low or self-conscious, he's always there to prove how beautiful you are to him. He'll massage and kiss all of you, whispering words of praise against your bare skin. He's also the biggest hype man, hyping you up each time he sees your chosen outfit for that day.

He loves when the two of you take a hot bath together, washing each others bodies and hair. It doesn't need to be sexual, though that can happen too, but it's just so sensual and intimate and Legolas's favourite thing is to have those intimate and special moments with you.

He whispers Elvish against your body and in your ear as he's inside you. He knows how much it drives you crazy so he'll do it to tease you and make you orgasm that little bit harder.

He's a very generous lover, making you reach your high multiple times before he even thinks about getting off himself.

#headcanon #headcanon prompt #prompt #legolas #legolas greenlead #legolas x reader #legolas imagine #legolas smut #lotr #lotr imagine #lord of the rings imagine #lord of the rings #imagine

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 2 years

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Fireflies in the garden

ʚ Pairing: Legolas x Fem. Reader

ʚ Word count: 2430 words

ʚ Summary : Legolas plays a game of hide and seek with you in the gardens of his father’s keep. While there the two of you make plans for your future with him.

ʚ Themes: Slow burn | Soft | Smut | Forbidden love

ʚ Warnings: Minors DNI | Explicit content of a sexual nature | Kissing | Penetrative sex

ʚTranslations:

Naneth: Mother

Adar: Father

Peredhil: Half-Elven

Uireb Ethuil.

Eternal Spring. That was the name given to the lush gardens of the Elvenking’s halls. Vibrant, verdant, with just about every tree, bush, and creeper in known existence. It even claimed to be home to the only Mallorn tree outside of Lothlorien. The tree had been a wedding gift from Lady Galadriel when Thranduil wed Eluthiel, her husband’s niece. The wedding feast had been splendid and talked about for decades. Everyone toasted the new queen and wished both her and her husband great happiness.

Many centuries have passed since then. The gardens, once filled with glittering feasts and music and an elfling driving his parents to fits of laughter over his antics, now had a gloom cast all over it. Thranduil couldn’t bear to even look at it and he would have let it gone to ruin, had his son not stepped in and seen to its upkeep.

After many years Legolas still cared about it, but not because of his beloved naneth or the memories of the ellon his adar once was. The last eleven months saw him find a very special reason to visit the gardens. It was a reason his adar had never learned about; would never learn about, so long as he continued on the way he had after his queen’s passing.

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"Where are you, Meleth?"

Legolas took a deep breath as he stood by the entrance to the gardens. The air was sweet with the Jasmine that had just started to open. He looked around, trying to figure out where you had run off to. Had you gone to the maze again?

A soft breeze settled over the gardens, carrying with it the scent of summer blooms and something else. Fireflies. Thousands of them. Legolas stopped briefly to admire their beauty before continuing with his search.

He didn't have to go far, because the breeze also brought with it the sound of footsteps. It had to be yours, as Thranduil had taken his warriors off on a mission to Mirkwood's northern borders, leaving only a handful of guards behind. Legolas looked forward to his father's absences as it meant the two of you would have some much-needed privacy. He picked up his pace, not wanting to miss you this time.

And he didn't miss you, for there you were, standing by the fountain and watching a thousand little lights settle over the leaves. Legolas just stood there for a little while, admiring the scene, how beautiful you looked against the gathering dusk, before quietly inching his way forward. You were so engrossed in the display in front of you that you didn't notice the prince sneaking up behind you. "I've got you, meleth."

"Meleth!" You squeal when he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to him. "You cheated!"

"You weren't exactly hiding meleth," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "So how could I cheat?"

You had no answer, save for the way he made your breath hitch when he traced a finger down your waist. "And I believe someone promised me a reward?"

"Legolas." Your mind was already fogged up by what he was doing to you. "Someone could walk in on us."

He nuzzled his face in your hair, his body growing weak by how good it smelled. "No one is walking in on us. Tauriel is keeping the others well away from this place."

How Legolas left nothing to chance. "On the condition that we take her with us if your father says no and we have to leave?"

His nod drove home the gravity of the situation. Everything hinged on Thranduil's saying yes, but you had seen enough to conclude that a positive blessing would never be forthcoming. Thranduil would expect his son to marry someone much higher in rank. There were even rumors that Thranduil actually left to look for a suitable bride for his son. "But your father..." You tremble, fearing Thranduil's rage. Legolas was a prince and his father's heir. He would not take kindly to his son courting a low-born peredhil like you. "Legolas, your father will never approve, and..."

"Adar be damned," Legolas spat and cut you off. "If Adar refuses to accept you, then we'll go somewhere else."

"I'm not sure if I could let you do that," you said, shocked by his answer. "Meleth, this is your home."

Legolas looked over your shoulder, back to where his father's palace was. "This place stopped being my home the day naneth died and adar thought a bunch of stones should be more important than anything else in his life." He said, his voice dripping with resentment. "My home now is wherever you are."

Going against Thranduil meant leaving Mirkwood for good. What Legolas suggested was madness. Utter madness. "But where would we go?"

Legolas grinned cheekily as he tucked a lock of stray hair behind your ear. "Many places." He said, remembering the invitations he had received from his friends. "We can go to Rohan... Éomer said that there would always be a place for us in his home and at his table. Then there's Gondor... Aragorn said he and Arwen both want to meet you. If Rohan and Gondor do not appeal to you, we can always go to the Hornburg. Gimli wrote to me, asking that I bring you with me and stay with his kin. He says you'll love seeing the glittering caves."

Legolas and his plans, his readiness for anything. You adored him for it, but right now you adored him for not wanting to hide you like a dirty little secret. "You-- you told them about me?"

"Of course, meleth," Legolas said, cupping your cheek with a calloused hand you were all too familiar with. "I love you. Why would I want to hide you from my friends?"

"I love you too." Warmth washes over you in an instant. "You have no idea how happy it made me hear you say what you just said."

"Then it's settled." Legolas leaned in, kissing your temple this time. "I'll talk to Adar the morning after his return, but keep a pack ready. If he says no, we'll have to leave as soon as his back is turned. "

It was so sudden, but you accept that there was no other way. Thranduil would find some excuse to keep his son away while he... never mind. The outcome was too dark for you to even consider, and Legolas always feared Thranduil trying to hurt you before he had a chance to get you out of Mirkwood.

"Now," Legolas kissed your eyelids next, then the tip of your nose. "About my reward."

"Legolas," Your eyes skim over the maze, looking for anyone that may have wandered inside. "What if someone actually walks in on us?"

"Tauriel is keeping the others busy," he reminded you with a grin so devious it made him look like all smug and cocky, and nothing like the well-bred prince everyone knew. "Well." Your lips spread into a smile. "In that case..."

As soon as his lips brushed yours, you ran off in another direction, challenging him to catch up. Legolas, laughing merrily, took off after you again.

Fireflies have surrounded the gardens now. The bushes, vines, and trees were dotted with tiny yellow and orange lights. Playfully running your hands through the leaves, you watch in delight as dots of light take off into the air before settling down on the leaves again. Legolas caught up with you in no time, pulling you under the Mallorn tree with him.

This time he wasn’t letting go. There would be no hurried embraces like those in the middle of the night when you helped him sneak into your bedroom. His mouth devoured yours, leaving you breathless, and him oblivious to you working frantically on his clothes. “Slowly meleth,” he groaned when he felt his vest coming undone. “Slowly.”

Legolas grabbed your wrists to stop you. “Slowly,” He pulled away just enough, his mouth barely hovering over yours. “Let’s make tonight count, hmmm?”

His eyes had grown dark and dangerous. “How--” the warm breath fanning over your skin made you need, and how he made you need. Legolas could make you go weak in the knees just by the way he held you, and he knew it. “How slow are we talking about?”

“Very slow.” He whispered before dragging you in for a kiss. “So slow,” he savored the lusciousness of your lips, the sweetness of your mouth. “That by the time I’m done with you, you wouldn't have an ounce of strength left in that beautiful body of yours.”

“You’re wicked,” you gasp when you’re pinned up against the bark of the tree. “Monstrously wicked.”

“And I’m yours,” The purr had you melting into soft clay. “Never forget it.”

“Meleth.” Your breath had grown raw and unsteady, and your knees felt like they were jelly. If he didn’t lay you down soon, those knees might buckle under you. “How I love hearing you say that.” Legolas worked at the ties of your dress, enjoying the feeling of lacing coming undone to experienced fingers. When your dress finally pooled around you, leaving you exposed, it very nearly shattered what restraint he had. “Lay with me meleth,” he said as he spread his cloak on the grass, using it for a blanket. "Come lay with me."

You were in his arms in a heartbeat. In his arms and under his body, where you belonged. Legolas felt his muscles tremble when hands moved over his skin relentlessly. His undershirt had to go, and he almost ripped it in his eagerness to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his. His mouth crashing into yours knocked the wind out of your lungs and made those hands of yours dig into his flesh. “Meleth,” he groaned. “I love you, meleth.”

“I love you,” you whimper as hunger surged inside you. That hunger grew when his hands went lower, gliding, caressing, not stopping until Legolas could no longer bear to just touch. He had to taste.

The first time you felt his lips on your breasts you bite your tongue, to stop the moans from spilling out. Seeing you trying so hard not to make a sound made him chuckle. “Cry out for me.”

You force your eyes open to dark, steely blue ones looking right back at you. “But the others...if they hear...”

“Fuck the others,” He hissed. “If anyone says anything against you they’ll have me to contend with.”

“But if this goes back to the king there’ll be the devil to pay,” you dread news of this spreading to others. “You know that.”

Legolas no longer cared what the others thought. He no longer cared about what his father thought. All that mattered to him was you. “Anyone who hurts you will have to answer to me. Meleth,” he moved his way back up to you. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. I mean it.”

Your fear melted away in his embrace and you reach up to kiss him. It was soft and sweet and left the both of you wanting more. You watch him dip lower, your eyes closing in bliss when that sinful mouth of his bit not too gently on a nipple and made you cry out. You no longer care and you let Legolas do whatever he wished to you. You were his, after all, just as much as he was yours. Nothing in the world had the power to change that.

Your touch was enough to set him aflame. Legolas could already feel his cock straining against his breeches and groaned. He wanted to make the night last, but his own body was betraying him, screaming at him to get on with it. When his breeches were disposed of he looked up, only to find you smirking triumphantly. “Couldn’t hold on, could you?”

“You little tease,” he growled.

“But I’m your tease.” You mewl when he pushed you back and got on top of you, his thighs forcing yours apart. “Yes.” His chuckle was strangled, hoarse. “You’re my tease. And don’t you forget it.”

All thoughts of tenderness went flying out the window with just a sharp intake of breath. His kisses were far from gentle and your touch was far from delicate. Your body, already hot and sweaty, felt like it had been splintered when he pushed his cock inside you, wrenching out a cry that sounded fevered and primal. You feel him. All of him. Every time he pushed out you felt empty, your body screaming for him till he filled you again. The heat in your belly grew stronger and you knew you weren't going to last much longer. "Harder, Legolas," you cry into his ear. "I want you to go harder, and faster."

That was like music to his ears. You practically sob in relief when he pulled out and slammed into you, your fingers raking down his back every time his cock went in deeper, filling you and stretching you. Your body grew tense, and your breath grew shallow. "Legolas...I--I" you cry. "I'm sure if I can--"

"Cum for me," he breathed as he plunged into you, his arms now tightening around you like a vice. You couldn't hold back any longer and your walls tightened as your orgasm washed over you, something which sent Legolas over the edge. He felt like his soul poured into you when he climaxed, his hips buckling when he cried out your name and collapsed against you. The world seemed to go dark just then.

Your breathing came out like satisfied sighs. "Meleth?" Through the haze, you hear his breathing, his hand brushing over your hair. "Meleth."

Your eyes fluttered open to his. Eyes that were once dark had now filled with light. "Meleth." You feel lazy even though the both of you were naked and under the Mallorn tree. Legolas fumbled around for your cloak, draping it over himself to cover you both. "We just made love out in the open."

His chest rumbled. "Well I don't care," he said, nuzzling your cheek. "Do you?"

Your cheeks had turned pink, you were sure of it. "I do... A little."

Legolas laughed and moved so you'd be next to him. "Sleep meleth." He melted when you moved your head under his chin and yawned. "I'll wake you when it's time to head back."

No one disturbed the two of you. Only the fireflies stayed for company.

#legolas #tauriel #LOTR #lotr x reader #the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #romance #creative writing #fanfiction #writing #writeblr #legolas imagine #legolas x reader #legolas smut #a world of whimsy writes #should I do a part 2 and 3?

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kiatheinsomniac · 1 year

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So, if you would prefer not to provide Sweeter Than...grrr...Perhaps headcannons for Melkor, Mairon, Thranduil, Legolas with a S/O modern day writing about them....

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: a chapter of Sweeter Than Poetry and headcanons request back-to-back for the writer of my fav fic ♡ Also this is sort of an AU I guess?? With the modern reader being isekai'ed into Middle Earth?

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Thranduil, Legolas, Melkor | Morgoth, Mairon | Sauron

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: suggestive headcanons (3rd for each character)

｡･:*˚:✧｡thranduil

♡ he won't let you know it but when he first finds your writing about him, he's flattered. Is this how you see him? You describe him like an ethereal being and a part of him thinks it's deserved. He's beyond happy with how you capture him as a character.

♡ it's touching to read about you falling in love with each other over and over again and it really gets to his heart and he truly does find himself falling in love with you all over again.

♡ he finds himself moved by how you've created so many heart-wrenching stories with him as the reader's love interest and how many other people have read your work and enjoyed it too! (Please come humble him a little tho bc it's really feeding his ego sobs). Oh but if you write those fics about the reader still loving him when they can see his scars? He'll love you for eternity, it might even bring tears to his eyes to know that he can still be loved not only despite it but because of it.

♡ nsfw edition: it really strokes his ego to find all the smut you've written about him. Are these your fantasies? He'll keep them in mind and try them out on you and only afterwards will he tease you for having written such things about him

｡･:*˚:✧｡legolas

♡ he's a blushing mess, right up to the tips of his pointed ears. All of this about him? He has this dreamy smile on this face the whole time he's reading through all your fluffy works about him.

♡ like Thranduil, he's enamoured by all these stories of the two of you falling in love over and over again in all sorts of scenarios, it makes him feel like you truly do love him no matter what situation the two of you find each other in

♡ he's so caught up by the AUs!! He's quite confused by all these words he doesn't know but it's like a glimpse into your world!

♡ nsfw edition: he can't read the whole thing. The room feels too hot and he's a blushing mess and stumbling over his words and, oh valar, please help him when you find him in a state with your phone in his hand.

｡･:*˚:✧｡melkor | morgoth

♡ now I could go down a basic route and say that Melkor's ego inflates to an astronomical size because that's exactly how he acts when he confronts you about it but inside? The only things written about him have always been how evil he is and how terrible and irredeemable he is. You don't shy away from his worse traits and yet you write about loving him without trying to redeem him too?

♡ he honestly finds it strange (not weird strange, just unfamiliar strange) that you've depicted him as he is and yet you're writing about loving him? He's not sure how it feels (surprise, Melkor, this is how it feels to be loved, I know it's been a while since you've felt it-)

♡ his favourite parts about the AUs is that it's a world where Eru doesn't exist- no, jokes aside, he really likes the ones where not only are you ok with all his plans, you're actively encouraging and participating in them. Loyalty, obedience and utility are all important to him so these sorts of plots are his favourites.

♡ nsfw edition: will 110% tease you about your fantasies. Awe, this is what you want him to do to you? Beg. Beg as desperately and prettily as you can and once you're pleading for him through frustrated sobs and tears, maybe he'll consider fulfilling all of these filthy fantasies of yours (the begging is just because he knows how badly you want it now, he's more than keen yourself and it's a test of his own patience to hold back).

｡･:*˚:✧｡mairon | sauron

♡ he's reading everything with a big cat-like smirk on his face. You really are obsessed with him, aren't you? Good. He likes to be adored. He also likes knowing that you truly do love him and you're not just using him for something. Like Melkor, he especially likes how you write about loving him without redeeming him.

♡ he lives for any valar slander and he feels really validated by you admiring his perfectionism instead of criticising him for it. Really, he never thought he'd find that validation from anywhere other than Melkor so it's pleasantly surprising.

♡ he gets too confused by the AUs and ends up just skimming them out of frustration, sorry. He really likes the ones where he's in command of everything around him (he's slowly beginning to realise how much he likes your admiration and validation lol) bc he thinks you've characterised him well there

♡ nsfw edition: he'll initiate all of your fantasies without telling you that he knows. Then, halfway through he'll start teasing you about how all these dirty things are exactly what you wanted and you're nowhere as innocent as you make yourself out to be? You could have been writing love letters and yet you chose to write about him fucking your lights out instead. Cute. He thinks you're adorable.

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halfbloodwhore · 3 months

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Legolas x Reader

Smut

Legolas returns to his secret lover after a scouting mission took him away for two weeks...

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Unlike you, Legolas did not fear his fathers wrath. And, as heir of the Woodland Realm, he outranked you, which meant you were compelled to do as he commanded- no questions asked.

This is how you found yourself in your current situation, bent over a wooden table in the King's cellars with your skirts pulled up and the elven Prince standing behind you.

His hands made contact with your ass, gripping your cheeks with force and causing a low moan to escape your lips. Legolas ran his fingers gingerly over your clit, his touch so light you barely felt it. Nonetheless, you felt your pussy pulse from the sensation. Legolas continued to softly play with your clit and smirked to himself. Nothing satisfied him more than his ability to effortlessly make you soaking wet.

"More." You demanded quietly, desperate to feel him inside you. He had just returned from a two week long scouting mission and had forbade you from touching yourself while he was gone. This only filled you with even more desire and longing for your secret lover than usual, which was saying something.

Legolas chucked and slid the tip of a single finger into the opening of your pussy. He circled his finger slowly, causing a surge of pleasure to shoot through you. You gasped, losing your balance slightly. Legolas caught you with his free hand before gripping your hip and pulling you back onto the full length of his finger. You moaned, causing Legolas to remove his finger and lean over your body, pressing his lips against your ear.

"You need to stay quiet, princess," he purred. A tingle went down your spine as his breath hit your skin. "Understood?"

You nodded quickly, eager for him to return his finger. He stood back up and inserted two fingers this time. You bit your lip to stifle the moan you felt rising from your throat.

Legolas curled his fingers and your breath hitched. When he didn't move you bucked your hips back and slowly moved yourself up and down his fingers. You looked back at him over your shoulder and saw him watching your movements with darkened eyes.

You clenched around his fingers involuntarily and he let out a breath, removing his fingers and holding eye contact with you as he sucked the evidence of your pleasure off his fingers.

He undid his belt and quickly pulled down his pants, his long cock already rock hard.

Legolas lined himself up with your entrance and you prepared yourself by forcibly gripping the edge of the table. He pushed in slowly, groaning softly as your walls surrounded him. As he sunk into you fully another moan escaped your lips.

He wrapped a hand around your mouth to silence you as he began pounding into you, unable to control himself any longer with your pussy gripping onto his cock. You moaned into his palm as his other hand found its way to your clit, his finger rubbing circles around it just the way you liked. He was an expert when it came to your pleasure and soon enough you were riding out an orgasm, your walls pulsing around Legolas' cock, causing him to reach his own orgasm.

Sindarin words spilled out of his lips as he pressed deep into you, his cock twitching and spilling his cum inside of you.

After a moment you felt him lean over you and press gentle kisses along your shoulder blades. "I missed you," he murmured against your skin before pulling himself out and adjusting your skirts so your bottom half was again covered. You straightened and turned to face him just as he finished securing his belt, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips.

"Welcome home, my Lord."

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mimilind · 1 year

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Sent to Middle-earth - Bonus - Explicit

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Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Rating: M

Chapter Word Count: 940

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This is a bonus scene from a longer fic. It can also be read as a standalone one-shot.

Context: You have fallen into Middle-earth and been rescued from spiders by Legolas. Attraction happens, and one thing leads to the other, and now it’s time for the wedding night. :)

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4. The Wedding Night

Your fingers resumed their work on Legolas’ buttons, and he occupied himself with the same activity on yours – or his, rather, for you still wore the tunic you had borrowed.

Soon it would be yours – just as he would be yours! It felt surreal.

You pulled his tunic over his head, and his undershirt too for good measure, reveling in the sight of his toned torso. He had a warrior’s body, strong and lithe, and you had never seen anything more appealing. An expectant heat blossomed deep within you.

He helped you undress as well, and sighed with pleasure at beholding you topless. “I have wanted to do this since that first day, when I treated your spider sting,” he admitted huskily, tracing your stomach with his fingertips. He let his lips follow, nipping and licking, lighting tiny fires on your skin wherever his touch took him.

You decided it was your turn to taste him, and playfully pushed him back on the bed, straddling him. “You are so beautiful,” you murmured, bending down to kiss the muscles above his navel. His skin was firm and warm under your lips, and his scent pure and fresh like the woods themselves. Typical of elves, he had not a single strain of hair anywhere, just as he had no beard, and you found the exceptional smoothness strangely exotic and attractive.

Working your way upwards, you kissed his chest, and circled his nipple with your tongue while your fingers mimicked the action on his other side. He groaned, and pressed his abdomen against yours. You felt his hardness and knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

Stretching out on top of him, you found your way back to his mouth, and your tongues intertwined. He stroked your buttocks over your hose, moving down to the inside of your thighs, and now it was your turn to groan.

Rolling you over, he fumbled with the knot on your hose strings. Chuckling, he admitted: “This too, is something I have dreamed of doing for quite a while.”

“Not as long as I.” You undid his hose as well.

When both were naked, you lay side by side on his bed.

“I cannot get enough of you.” Legolas’ hands roamed all over you, while he devoured you with his eyes.

You were aching for him and did not want to wait any longer. “Then take me,” you said.

“No hurry.” He smiled impishly and began to kiss one of your nipples. You hummed with pleasure.

Moving you onto your back, he continued his exploration, finding all your sweet spots and caressing them with his fingers and tongue. Your entire body was tingling with desire.

You eagerly stroked his chest and shoulders, and then along his neck up to his ear. He gasped when you pinched its sensitive tip, and you felt him press down on you. With no clothes between you, his hardness touched your core, and you arched your back to allow him access.

“Please,” you moaned.

He stoically resisted your plea. Instead, he stroked your stomach, and down along your thighs, avoiding the area where you wanted him the most.

“Dammit, Legolas. You’re cruel,” you groaned.

Chuckling, he at last took pity on you and his fingers found their way to your center. His purposeful caress lit a throbbing heat within, which rose to higher levels than you thought possible. Had he a sixth sense to know exactly what you wanted and needed? Or was his talent in this another elvish trait? You knew he could not have done it before, so practice was not the reason.

Soon you were more than ready to come, but held it back, wanting to feel him inside you.

“Now,” you mumbled, guiding him to the right position.

He bent down to kiss you. Still with his lips against yours, he torturously slowly pushed all the way inside in one smooth motion.

Your muscles squeezed around him and you sighed out in relief. Finally! He felt so good, this felt so right.

“I love you.” His eyes were large and dark, and his lips slightly parted. He had never looked more beautiful.

“I love you too.”

With even strokes he slid in and out, and you could not hold back anymore. You came so hard you had to muffle your scream against his shoulder.

Your internal muscles clamping down on him made Legolas shudder and his pace became uncontrolled. You were entranced by this side of him; the wild and passionate, who allowed his instincts to take over.

His body trembled heavily and with a last shudder he became still over you, his eyes glazing over and filling with wonder.

Still lingering inside you, his gaze met yours. “So this is why people want to marry…”

You drew his face down to a long kiss, your throat too thick with emotion to speak.

“Want to do it again?” he murmured against your lips, sounding hopeful.

“Definitely!”

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When you lay in his arms some time later, hearing his heartbeat slow down to normal, and feeling his familiar scent in your nostrils, you felt certain everything would work out for the better. Maybe you must stay in Imladris, but he would come back for you, and then you could be together forever. You were immortal now, and he was your husband, and you would never let him go.

You felt blessed, and loved, and immensely grateful.

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wild-lavender-rose · 1 year

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You and Legolas hiding your relationship from the Fellowship would include...

Warning: Brief mention of sex

- Intentionally walking at opposite sides of the group during the day.

- Consulting one another through looks instead of words whenever Gandalf, Gimli, Boromir, and Aragorn are debating which route to take.

- Speaking in elvish whenever the chance arises for the two of you to be alone out of Gandalf and Aragorn’s earshot.

- “You look stunning today, my love.”

- “I can hardly bear to be apart from you.” You’d breathe, glancing over at the others. “If we were to reveal our engagement, I believe that they would take it well.”

- Legolas doesn’t want your attachment to compromise the quest, his logic something you respect but don’t necessarily agree with.

- But he makes it up to you at night, after everyone has gone to sleep and the two of you have volunteered for night watch.

- Legolas takes you by the hand, leads you a little ways into the woods, and proceeds to make love to you for hours.

- Whispering apologies, kissing every inch of your skin, worshipping your body to make up for every single moment he did not touch you during the day.

- It is nothing short of an absolute miracle that the two of you have not woken anyone up.

- Furthermore, it is another miracle that nothing has attacked the rest of the Fellowship in their sleep because you and Legolas are quite distracted, to say the least.

- It isn’t until after the Fellowship loses Boromir and the hobbits that you reach your breaking point.

- You’re up to your knees in water, helping Legolas with the boats when your hands touch and everything stops.

- You look up at him, tears in your eyes, and then before you can think you’re falling into his arms.

- “Hold me, Legolas. Hold me, please.”

- Aragorn and Gimli appear on the shoreline just as Legolas kisses you long and deep.

- Gimli bursts out laughing while Aragorn simply smiles.

- Of course, they both knew the entire time.

- So did everyone else.

- Most nights it had been Aragorn and Boromir who had gotten up and taken watch after you and Legolas had snuck into the forest.

- They consider your engagement to be a breath of happiness after the journey’s sadness.

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sachiko1309 · 7 months

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Let the poor woman come

Summary: some smut, but not too detailed, a surprise visit ;)

Generally this is just some short drabble from my story "The prophecy of the elvish warrior - a Haldir love story" which ccan be found on Wattpad and Ao3 (account name in my tumbler description) have fun with it 😉🥰

Word count: 1164

Warnings: smut, threesome, female orgasm, surprise visit from the elven daddy himself 😉 (but its mostly our blond warriors) Minors DNI !!!

Translation: hûn nin = my heart

I was completely bare between the two men. After our talk with Thranduil, they proceeded to rid me of my clothes and now here I was. Sitting on Haldirs lap, his cock deeply sheathed into my core, my legs spread by his strong thighs. Legolas kneeling in front of me, edging me. I was a quivering mess, sweat and slick sticking to my body, but it didn’t look like either of the elves cared. Haldir had stopped thrusting into me, just relishing my twitching pussy around his cock, leaving it up to Legolas to pull another orgasm from my body.

“So beautiful.” He murmured in my ear. “Do you like Legolas making you cum, meleth?” I let out another strangled moan, when Legolas finger danced over my clit. “Answer us, meleth. Tell us how good we make you feel.” Haldir pressed on, gripping my hips tighter, when I clenched around his cock. “Good!” I whined. “So good…”

A knock on the door interrupted us. “Yes?” Legolas answered, his voice sounding like he didn’t just finger me. To my fearful surprise the door opened and closed again. A light ‘thump’ indicated someone leaned against the wooden frame. Luckily the room we stayed in was rounding a corner, so from where the door was placed, you were unable to see the fireplace and bed. Legolas lips contorted in a devilish smile, when he started to stroke my clit again. From behind Haldir snuck a hand around my mouth to keep me from making a sound.

“I wondered…” My eyes went wide, when I realized it was Thranduil, who was standing there. “… whether it would be possible for you to help me organize a few things regarding the kingdom.” Slowing down his movement, to keep me from cumming, Legolas answered: “Of course, Adar. What exactly needs to be discussed?” The elven king sighted. “Ah just the way we intend to keep our borders safe. The war has strained our armies and as far as I am concerned the spiders did not seem to have gained as many casualties as we did.”

My muffled cry, forced Thranduil to stop mid explanation, but after a few seconds he kept on talking: “As well I want to show my apology by inviting you, Haldir and Visha to Mirkwood. I guess since the three of you are content to make this relationship work, I might as well invite her and the Commander to Mirkwood.”

“See it as done, Adar.” Legolas answered, not letting my face out of his sight. I was now twitching and panting from how close my orgasm was and I wondered why Thranduil didn’t pick on the tension and noises in the room. But my hopes were soon shattered on the ground, when the king spoke again: “Thank you, my son.” I heard him turn around, opening the door. “Ah and another thing. Let the poor woman cum. I am afraid the whole realm is yearning for her release.” Legolas chuckled between my legs, signaling for Haldir to take away his hand. “I will. Don’t worry.” Then, he circled my clit with the uttermost sinful touch, he ever used, pushing me over the edge. Even though I didn’t hear Thranduil leave the room, I couldn’t help myself. A loud moan, ripping from my chest, ringing through the room.

“Thank you.” Was the last thing I heard, before the door fell into its hinges. The sound shuttering through my body, freeing the insanity of what just happened.

“I fucking hate you!” I exclaimed. My breath still irregular. Legolas got up from his knees. “No, you love us.”

“Why did you do this? He is your father!” I asked, feeling something between arousal and embarrassment. “I will never be able to look him in the eye!” This had Legolas smirk again. “He was the one, prying on our intimate life. I guess he got what he wanted. Besides don’t tell me, you didn’t like it. I could see it in your eyes. The fear of being caught just went straight to your filthy little pussy, didn’t it?”

I gasped at his boldness, unsure what to say. He was right. I enjoyed the thrill of it, but I didn’t expect him to be this bold.

“Don’t worry hûn nin*. My father was never one to let people go against his believes and rules. If he really had a problem of engaging us in this situation, he would have waited. You know, elven hearing can be a big asset deciding whether to enter a room or not.” Legolas smiled at me, making his way to the bed, ridding him from the rest of his clothes.

Then he proceeded to take a seat on the broad bed in front of us. “Ride him.” Was all he said, slowly stroking his hard cock in his hand. I was stunned at his sudden change in demeanor. Legolas wasn’t usually the one to overtake Haldir in extruding dominance, but sometimes there were slight glimpses of the princes’ natural power slipping through. “What?” My voice was hoarse and thin of breath. Tilting his head to the side Legolas lips twisted into a cocky smile. “You heard my father. You are to be queen of Mirkwood at my side. Now show your commander what his queen likes. Take him as you please.”

I froze on the spot unsure of what to do. My brain reeling from the change of pace in the room. The newly found power sending butterflies through my stomach. Haldirs warm hand on my back startled me back into reality. I could feel him shuffle underneath me. Sliding towards the edge of the chair and leaning back. “Go on little starlight. Ride me. I am yours to take. Your throne to sit on. Well to be honest I would rather have you use my face as your throne, but this will do for now.”

His words had Legolas chuckle: “You see how eager the Commander is to please his queen? You are a natural.” “Both of you need an ego check.” I grumbled. “You are having way to much fun, teasing me like that and then throw me into cold water.”

Underneath me Haldir leaned forward, his lips brushing over my shoulder. “Would you rather have me rail you on the floor to Legolas feet?” Him growling into my ears, send goosebumps over my whole body and I involuntarily started to shiver.

Desperately trying to gain my stance back, I straightened up, forcing as much power into my voice that I could muster. “No. I am just fine.” Still unsure about what to do, I started to roll my hips in circular motions, as I was not able to do much more, since my feet barely touched the ground. But by the groaning noises coming from Haldir I was doing good. Following Legolas order, I completely focused on my own pleasure, riding my husband in the most sensual and deep way I ever did.

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