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animatorweirdo · 2 years

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Imagine washing up to Valinor

(Here it is. This is a oc x male reader just for your knowledge. I thank my friend for helping me with editing and hope you enjoy. Do share your thoughts from this fic if you feel like it)

(By the way I just thought this gif was prefect for this fic)

You can read OC’s intro from: here

Warnings: Thunderstorms, falling overboard, almost drowning, washing up to an unknown land, being only human around, mentions of body changing, home sickness, anxiety, inner turmoil, angts, homophobia, panic attacks, fluff, courtship and eventual marriage.

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- The last thing you remember was sailing through the sea in a terrible thunderstorm.

-It was raining and thundering, making you barely hear what your shipmates were trying to yell at you.

-Then the rope broke, and the mast struck you off the ship. Water was everywhere, and you struggled to keep yourself above the surface. You tried to yell for your shipmates, but the ship just sailed farther away from you.

-You were left at the mercy of the violent sea until it all went black.

-You woke up, looking at the sky and seagulls. Your body was tired and bruised, but you were alive. It was shocking, but you quickly adapted and got up from the sand.

-You felt strange. The shore didn’t look familiar, and you had sailed a lot to remember all the islands. Where exactly were you?

-The sand felt soft, and the air tasted sweet. The sky looked strange as you could see the sun and the stars. The stars in the sky looked different, confusing you as you couldn't tell which way was which. They were all mixed up.

-You wandered on the shore for a while, holding yourself as you shivered from turbulent winds and your mouth tasted the brine from the ocean.

-You felt hope when you saw a port and a group of elven sailors. You had dealt with elves before, so you felt hopeful that you might find your way back home.

-You went up to them, trying to ask for some help and directions. However, when they noticed you, they all looked at you like they had just seen a ghost.

-They kept staring at your round ears and didn’t seem to speak common elvish, so it was your first sign that there was something wrong about these elves.

-Luckily, one of them spoke a common language, and when you said you were human, they started uttering in shock and surprise, calling you an firya. It was strange, and you questioned if they had never seen a human before.

- You had a bad feeling but decided to ask where you were exactly, and the answer was more than shocking.

“I’m sorry…Aman?” You questioned. “As in, the undying lands of Valinor?” You asked, and the elf nodded. You looked at them all, and they were all serious.

-The expression on your face couldn't be best described as anything but shock. You felt cold, and your face paled.

-You could have thought it was a strange joke, but what happened next was no joke as you got taken to meet the Valar.

-You were frightened, and you couldn't stop shaking. The fear of judgment plagued you, even if you had not done anything wrong in your life.

-There you were, standing in front of the gods, who were equally shocked to see a human in the blessed lands and demanded an explanation of how you managed to get there in the first place. There was a power that should have kept mortals out unless invited.

-You managed to explain your situation and how you fell overboard during a thunderstorm before waking up on the shore.

-You had no hidden intentions. You were happy to leave the land as soon as possible if anyone was just willing to lend you a boat.

-They believed you, much to your relief, and sensed the truth in your words.

- They let you be until they settled what to do with you. You were free to wander around while the valar counseled among themselves.

-You were glad but also frightened. Elves gathered around to see what the commotion was about, peeking around the corners and whispering to each other when they saw you. It made you nervous because you noticed there were no humans in sight. Well, until you met Tuor.

-He was summoned to guide you since he was the only human living in Valinor. You felt comforted to see one of your kind but couldn't help but feel estranged as the man in front of him was more elf than human. Years spent in Valinor had left little of Tuor’s humanity.

-Tuor, however, was pleasant and joyful to meet another human. It had been centuries since he had been with his kin.

-He was kind to show you around and talk about things, helping you get over your fright and bring out your fascination with the elves and Valinor.

-It was like living a fairytale, and you couldn't help but bombard Tuor with questions, wanting to know everything with child-like enthusiasm. It was embarrassing at first, but Tuor was calm about it and laughed, remembering his own awe from his first few years in Valinor when he came there with his elven wife.

-It felt weird to be among elves since they gave you weird looks and talked among themselves. Tuor said some elves in Valinor have never seen a human, so he advised you not to take it personally.

-He then took you to meet some of the elves, and there you met him, Aicarosse Alassindo.

-A quite handsome Telerin elven lord with beautiful green eyes that reminded you of the sea and bright silver-like hair reminding you of pearls. He was charming and polite upon the first meeting, so you felt at ease.

-He was fascinated to meet you and might have been watching you a bit ever since he heard there was a human in Aman. He complimented that you were an intriguing sight and hoped you were doing well in the elven city.

-You felt flustered by his compliments since your fellow men were never so forthcoming with such praise. You couldn’t remember the last time anyone had complimented you like that, especially since you were a man.

-You got excited when you two started talking about the seas and sailing. It distracted you from all the raging emotions in your heart and mind. It felt like you just clicked and couldn't help but share stories and experiences throughout your life. You shared stories about the oceans of the middle earth, and Aicarosse shared stories about Valinor and its magnificent shores.

-You might have forgotten about Tuor, but he did not mind as he was happy to see your blooming connection with the elven lord.

- Aicarosse was pleasant company, and you began to enjoy spending time with him. If not spending time with him, you were often busy thinking about spending time with him for hours. He didn't even mind that you began calling him Aica. You called him that by accident, but he seemed to enjoy it.

- It was all good and fun at the beginning until Tuor told you it was time to hear what the Valar have decided on your fate.

- You were nervous, but the thought of getting kicked out didn’t bother you much. You had family in middle earth, so you were willing to leave.

- However, it didn't end how you thought it would end.

- You couldn't go home.

- They didn't want to risk a chance of more humans coming to Valinor since you could learn the path if you left, and Valinor had already left its mark on you.

- You did not want to leave your family behind, so you begged them to let you go back, trying to promise that you would not tell anyone what had happened, and Valinor would remain forever a mystery, but they didn't budge.

- Your family members didn't have anyone else to provide for them. You couldn't just abandon them because you accidentally washed up to Valinor.

- However, they made their decision clear and tried to explain that Valinor had begun changing your fea from the moment you landed here, which was a sign you should not leave. They apologized for the unfortunate event and left you in Tuor's care.

- You didn't understand what they meant when they said Valinor changed you until you discovered your old wounds vanishing and your bad knee recovering.

- Tuor was sympathetic to your situation and understood the feeling since he could barely go see his son, who sails through the night stars.

- You tried to recover, trying to be somewhat optimistic. Even though: you couldn't stop thinking about your family and the realization that Valar were not allowing you to leave.

- Living in the immortal land was every mortal man's dream, but not for you. Not if you had to abandon your family.

- Tuor was kind enough to help you recover and settle down near port because you still had your love for the sea. Aicarosse generously aided you on that part too.

- It wasn't too bad at first. You managed to fit in among the sailors and make a couple of friends, sharing stories about middle earth. In return, they taught you about their culture and others.

- You managed to learn Quenya, which was a common language in Valinor. They explained that you have never heard about it because it was banned from middle earth hundreds of years ago.

- You wondered why but didn't question it after discovering something terrible happened during the first age. It was something that still lingered in the hearts of the Telerin elves to this day.

- However, alone or at home, you would bury your longing for home and family like a treasure chest lost in the ocean's depth. There wasn't a single day that you didn’t think about them. You couldn't help but resent the Valar for preventing you from going home.

- Tuor sometimes comes to check on you, and Aicarosse was always eager to greet you whenever you two saw each other.

- You appreciate their efforts, but it wasn't helping when frightening thoughts kept you awake at night. You couldn't stop thinking about bad things that might happen to your family during your absence.

- You had considered just making a boat and leaving the shore dead of night, but then you were afraid of what the Valar might do if you got caught. Could a mere sailor risk the wrath of the West? Tales of Numenor still haunted the shores of middle earth.

- It was hard to hide away these feelings, especially from Aicarosse.

- The ethereal elf had managed to become one of your good friends, and you were eternally grateful for his support and help whenever you had trouble dealing with elves and business.

- You didn't want to trouble him or anyone with your feelings, so you tried to deal with them in private.

-However, Aicarosse didn't make it easy.

-If anything, he seemed aware of your internal turmoil despite your discretion.

-You once stayed on a balcony at a party, looking out to the sea and thinking about middle earth. Aicarosse came and asked if something was troubling. He said he could see it in your eyes, so you opened up a little about your homesickness and anxiety that plagued your mind.

- Aicarosse spent his time with you, easing you from your homesickness, and you two ended up talking about your families, which lightened up the mood.

- You had a little locket with your family's pictures, so you introduced him to your siblings you looked after all these years.

- Aicarosse grew up as the only son, but he had cousins he had not seen in a long time due to terrible acts they committed hundreds of years ago. No one spoke of those acts anymore, yet the wounds they left could still be felt and seen.

- You empathized with him and felt more at ease as you two talked about your siblings. Aicarosse said they sounded lovely, and you two joked how your siblings would have acted if they had been there and met him.

- You and Aicarosse seemed to get closer as he sometimes came to visit you whenever he was free from his duties. He said it was never boring around you and wanted to make sure you weren't having trouble with your homesickness.

- It was a sweet gesture as he sometimes came along to walk on the beach and pick pearls from shallow reefs.

- You had to admit that his company helped you be at peace, and it was never dull whenever you decided to be mischievous and start a water fight or have a swimming race. He was a good swimmer, but he was impressed when you matched him on that skill.

-It was fun.

- However, the terrible thoughts and your longing to see your family again didn't subside. It grew terribly like a snake pushing its fangs into you, filling you with fear and anxiety.

- You tried to hide it away, but then you saw terrible dreams. Dreams of your siblings calling for help and begging you to come back. You saw the same fate that took your parents, taking your siblings into its cruel claws.

- Let's just say your anxiety took hold of you. It got worse that you tried pushing everyone away, even Aicarosse, who seemed to sense your internal conflict.

- You pretended everything was okay but after a little festival event. You couldn't take it anymore and left in silence. Aicarosse noticed and followed you out of worry

- He found you in the port, attacked by panic and tears in your eyes as you tried to prepare a boat. You didn't breathe properly, but you confessed all the terrible thoughts and dreams you kept having. You had to return to your family.

- Aicarosse was heartbroken to see you like this, and the only way he managed to calm you down was to take you into his arms. You two stumbled against some crates as you struggled, but he held you tightly against himself, soothing you from your panic attack.

- "How long have you been hurting like this?" Aicarosse whispered as he gently stroked your hair. You sniffled, trying to keep it in. Even though: your eyes were already shedding tears like a waterfall. You couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed. For years you reasoned that it was standard for men to reign their emotions to be stronger and protect their loved ones.

And here you were clinging and crying your eyes out.

The elf shushed, bringing your head down, against his chest. "It's okay to cry. Cry as much as you need," He said, and like a command, you bawled and clung to him as he kept you close.

- The night went fast as you couldn't remember well what happened after, but you did know Aicarosse took you back to your house and stayed the night.

- You felt ashamed. No doubt your elven friend thought you were weak and that you overreacted on that night.

-However, Aicarosse never belittled you like you thought he would after seeing you break down.

- He assured you that your feelings were valid, but you shouldn't have hidden them and allowed such thoughts to consume you from the inside. He did the same thing when he lost his family and friends during the kinslaying of Alqualondë.

- You felt a bit embarrassed as other men would have mocked you for being emotional, but you were glad when you found no such disapproval in Aicarosse’s eyes.

- You stayed at home to recover from your last night's breakdown, but later on, Aicarosse and Tuor came to you and took you to a mysterious place.

- Aicarosse shared what happened with Tuor, and the two sought permission to let you use a mystical orb called Palantir.

- You were confused until you discovered Palantir allowed you to see other places, including middle earth, and there you saw your family.

- Your siblings mourned your death as you were proclaimed dead. Your crew wasn’t able to find your body after the thunderstorm.

-However, they managed to continue as the second oldest of your siblings decided to take the reigns and care for the family.

-They were doing okay. It relieved you so much that it felt like a sack of rocks was lifted from your shoulders. All the terrible thoughts and dreams vanished, giving you a new feeling of peace.

- You couldn't thank Aicarosse and Tuor enough, who were happy that you felt better about your family.

- You managed to become more open about your troubles, so you stopped hiding them and talked to someone when needed.

- You and Aicarosse became closer as well.

- He became a tad more affectionate than usual, and he's always excited to come to see you at your home, port, or everywhere.

- You don't mind the affection, but you couldn't help but feel something was going on with your elf friend.

-One day, he asked about courting when you two were drying up after a swim.

- The question felt strange, but you explained the rules and what courting was like among humans.

- Aicarosse thought the rules were too strict, and you agree, but that's how you got raised by your people.

- He then asked a baffling question that caught you off guard for a moment. What about a courtship between two men?

- You weren't sure how to answer at first, then you explained a courtship between two men or two individuals of the same sex was considered taboo and even sinful.

- Aicarosse couldn’t find any reasoning or logic behind it. Why is it sinful if there's love and mutual respect between the couple?

- You didn't know how to answer that, except for the norms you grew up listening to. It was just wrong. No one gave you a simple explanation, except that it's unnatural and a man should have a wife.

-Aicarosse did make a good point. Shouldn't the relationship be good if it's filled with love and mutual respect like with other couples?

- After that, Aicarosse started to spend more time with you. He sometimes invites you to events and sometimes is there to greet you when you return from sailing.

- He treats you like a noble, which was almost strange since you were technically a commoner. The reasonable excuse was that sailors are respected among the mariners.

- After several months of living in the undying lands and among the elves, you have changed in appearance. You didn't notice until you took a good look in the mirror.

- Your skin was clear from everything, your hair had grown in length, and there was an odd glow in your eyes. There wasn't any trace of hair on your face, even though you had been trying for a beard. Sad.

- You rarely care about appearance, but you couldn't help but admit that you have become fairer, like an elf. Is this what Valar meant by Valinor changing you?

- But that was not the only change in you. Your feelings for a certain elf seemed to change as well.

- Aicarosse. You began thinking about him a lot, and you couldn't help but admit it becomes lonely when he isn't around. There was always a feeling of butterflies whenever he was around.

- And the fact that he allows you to call him Aica or Alassindo since he rarely allows anyone else to call him by those names.

- You thought you might have grown feelings for the elf lord, so you sought Tuor out for counsel just to make sure.

- Tuor was concerned when he heard something was troubling you, but then he laughed when you told him the problem.

- He and his wife were kind enough to explain your situation while trying to hold in the giggles and chuckles. You were embarrassed at first but felt glad when you got your confirmation about the matter. You had feelings for someone.

- When they asked you, who was the lucky one to steal your heart, they were surprised to know it was Aicarosse.

- You thought you would receive some backlash since a courtship between two men was not well received, but you were pleasantly surprised when they gave their support and assured marriage between same-sex couples was normal in Valinor.

- And Tuor's wife, Idril, then explained that Aicarosse came to Tuor once to ask for advice on human courtship. The two thought it was strange, but now it made sense.

- It was shocking news to you. You firstly misunderstood that Aicarosse was trying to court someone else at first, but then remembered your conversation and that there weren't any other mortals in Valinor.

-That could only mean Aicarosse felt the same about you.

- You didn't know what to think about it, but you thanked Tuor and Idril and made your way toward home.

- You felt happy about the discovery after observing Aicarosse for a while. It became clear that he was romantically interested in you.

- And you noticed that he showed some signs of courtship, like gifts and affectionate gestures, which was more than affection between two friends.

- You felt happy but also reluctant because you couldn't stop thinking about how people used to say; how a relationship between two men was sinful.

- If you were on middle earth, you would have been called a sinner and most likely banished or stoned to death, but since this was not middle earth. Maybe you could let go of that rule since there weren’t other humans. You were free to do what you liked.

- You tried to return some of the gestures to show you were interested. You had to ask Tuor for help since courting among elves was confusing.

- Aicarosse seemed to notice your gestures earlier and seemed delighted about it. He invited you for dinner with a couple of his relatives. It was fun. The food was tasty, and his relatives were lovely.

- However, you felt nervous. Your heart kept beating like a war drum, and you couldn't stop thinking about a moment you might confess your feelings.

- It was hard to think good things because all you heard were the voices yelling and screaming at you, telling you what you were doing was wrong.

- Aicarosse then decided to walk back home with you, saying he had something important to discuss.

- You were internally sweating as you were sure this was the moment where he confessed his feelings to you.

- You wanted to accept. Aicarosse made your heart soar like a seagull, and you have never felt like this with anyone else.

- He held your hand and looked you in the eye as he began telling how he started having feelings for you ever since he met you. It was straight out of a daydream.

- You wanted to say yes right then and there, but then you heard the voices again, and your anxiety got the best of you like all those months ago when you freaked out about your family and tried to leave Valinor.

- It became too hard to handle, so you pulled your hand away and ran away from him, excusing yourself.

- You didn't return to your house but walked upon the beach where you and Aicarosse often spent time together. It had many good memories.

- You felt ashamed of yourself. You managed to handle your anxiety, but the embarrassment and self-hate of how you just left Aicarosse standing there tortured your soul. He will never look at you the same way after that kind of rejection.

- You wanted to scream at night, ask for a reason why your life had to be so difficult. Was Eru making your life into a joke?

- You decided to sit down on the sand, allowing the water to reach your feet. You closed your eyes and listened to the waves as they often calmed you down.

- You heard footsteps coming your way and saw it was Aicarosse. He didn't say anything at first. He sat down next to you and enjoyed the silence for a moment.

- You felt awkward but decided to come through and apologize for running away.

- You then asked what was so special about you that you were worthy of his heart.

- "Everything," He said.

- He then went on about how things started to change when you arrived. He used to have a troubled view of life as he couldn't let go of what happened in the past but then started to look forward to the future when you arrived in Aman. After spending time with you and that one night, he couldn't help but feel more about you.

- His words fluttered your heart, but the voices of doubt still loitered in your mind. You decided to be bold and straddled his hips while looking at him in those beautiful eyes, asking if he would love a human man.

- Aicarosse only smiled, pushing your hair behind your ear while asking if you could love an elf like him.

- The voices in your head became distant, but they were still there as you felt the chains breaking you from doubt and fear.

- "This would have been considered a taboo in middle earth," You stated as you stared into each other's eyes. Aicarosse chuckled while he leaned closer to your face, your nose almost touching. "Good thing this is not middle earth, so what's stopping you?" He asked. You sucked your breath as you knew the answer, and the voices vanished. "Nothing," You uttered, then leaned down to kiss him without hesitation.

- It was an unforgettable moment, feeling his lips and each other without care about the world. It was just you and him.

-The feeling became more powerful. It was like you were feeling each other’s soul for the first time, and you basked in it. It was a feeling you never want to let go of.

- After that, you two started officially courting.

- The elves were ecstatic about the news since it didn't stay a secret for long.

- Aicarosse made you feel loved every day, and it was hard not to accept his affection and gifts since he had a way with words.

- You got teased by your elven shipmates, and your captain was happy since having someone like Aicarosse for support was good for business.

- Tuor and Idril were there to congratulate you.

- Things then ended up in marriage, and that day was one of the happiest days you ever had.

- You have never thought in your wildest dreams that after years of living by human rules and sailing. You would end up marrying an elven lord. Your family and human associates would have freaked out if they ever learned.

- The wedding wasn't too big but was lavish.

- You never cared about appearance. However, this time you felt like bragging. You have never dressed in such formal clothes, and the elves did your hair rather beautifully with pearls and gems. You felt more like a bride than a groom.

- It impressed Aicarosse so much that he couldn't take his eyes off you the whole day.

- The wedding went wonderfully, and many congratulated you, including Tuor and Idril, who you invited.

- From that day forth, you lived as lord Aicarosse's husband. It took some time to get used to it since you have never been called a lord in your whole life. You also never imagined getting a high status this way.

- Aicarosse loved when you called him Aica or Alassindo since it was his birth name, and he didn’t allow anyone else to use those names casually. It was your private privilege.

- It didn't matter. You two lived happily. You had no worries and felt assured everything would be alright with Aicarosse by your side.

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the-classy-villainess · 1 year

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Deceiver

Dark!Halbrand (Sauron) x Elf!reader

Summary: The daughter of Gil-galad is seduced.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: Dub-con/coercion + non-con. Toxic relationship. Possessiveness. Allusions to abduction. Mind & dream manipulation/control. Smut – unprotected p in v. Loss of virginity for both parties (trying to stay true to elf!reader, so sex = marriage). Minors DNI! 18+

Requested by Anon: “reader is the daughter of Gil Galad and Sauron seduces her with his beautiful words, but then Galadriel discovers Halbrand’s true identity and he becomes all dark, claiming reader and taking her with him to Mordor. Smut.”

I feel like I need to stress this because I’ve never posted smut before (especially for such a dark character). Please mind the warnings. If any of the things listed trigger you, don’t read any further. Halbrand is manipulative in this fic, to the point where the ‘reader’ cannot wholly differentiate their own thoughts from his. The sex is not consensual.

When he’d come to your chambers that afternoon you’d felt something had changed. There was a strange urgency in him, an urgency that saw him mutter only a quick greeting before his lips were on yours.

You welcomed his kisses, melted into them even, but his hands had never wandered so freely, and you couldn’t help but wonder just what had gotten into him when his fingers slowly rucked up your skirts and stroked the bare skin of your thigh.

“Halbrand? We can’t,” you gasped between kisses. “Not without my father’s blessing.”

He groaned into your mouth and clutched you that much tighter.

Even if you weren’t the High King’s only heir, it was unlikely that your father would bless the union of a man and elleth; not when such a union would bring only death and despair. Halbrand knew this as well as you did – it had frustrated him like nothing else.

“I care little for his blessing,” he panted, drawing away at long last to press his forehead against yours. “Ours is a fate that cannot be denied by any man, elf, or dwarf. Why else would we have been brought together if not for the work of some higher power – if not for the will of Ilúvatar himself?”

It was a lovely notion, a romantic one, that you had been brought together for a purpose – some greater fate like Beren and Lúthien or Idril and Tuor. You doubted either of you would have so great a part to play in the history of Middle Earth as they had, but your love could be just as special, just as boundless, if you allowed it to be.

“Let me have you,” he continued. “All of you, and no one will ever be able to refute our love – not even your father.”

“You do not know what you are asking of me,” you insisted, drawing back to meet his eye. “There are traditions – the feast, the rings, the blessings…”

“All of which can be forgone—”

“Only in times of war.”

He took your hands into his own and gazed at you imploringly. “Do you love me?”

You sighed. It was a question he asked more frequently now, as if he didn’t truly believe it when you told him as much, and it made your heart ache to think he doubted your devotion. You would do anything to prove it to him.

“I do. Of course I do. How could I not?”

He smiled, trailing his knuckles gently down your cheek.

“Then you know as well as I do, that you will never love another. Nor will I, for that matter.”

You will never love another. Only him. This crafty mortal man who had swept into Eregion with naught but the bloodied rags on his back and a charming smile on his face. He’d looked more a vagrant than a King the first time you’d seen him, but his quick tongue and quicker mind hinted at a greater knowledge gathered through life and lore, and you’d been helpless to resist him.

His arms had been safe, his lips had been soft, and his words had given you hope, the likes of which you hadn’t felt for centuries.

Those very same arms encircled your waist and drew you back into his embrace. Your head lolled forward onto his shoulder, and he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple.

“I would give you the world if you asked it of me. I’d gather you the greatest of armies, build you the tallest of towers. I’d fashion you the finest of rings, one fit for a Queen…” he trailed off softly, teasingly, and it brought a small smile to your face. “If only you would have me.”

You looked up into his eyes and splayed your hands over his chest, desperate to feel the steady thump of the heart beneath. One day it would beat no more, and neither would your own, for you would not remain in Middle Earth without him. You didn’t want towers, or armies, or rings. You wanted him, for however long you could have him, be it days or decades. He was right.

I will never love another, you agreed. What did old traditions matter?

“All right.”

He exhaled a slow, shaky breath that you felt reverberate in your palms, and his eyes, those lovely, mischievous eyes sparkled beneath his raised brow.

“Yes?”

“Yes,” you laughed.

The word had barely left you lips before he caught you in a kiss, fiery and consuming and desperate in a way his kisses had never before been. You’d always known him to be strong, but his hold on you – the arm wound around your waist and the palm cupping the back of your neck – felt unbreakable in that moment. As if he’d never let you go.

“You’ve no idea what this means to me,” he murmured against your lips. “What this will mean for us – together, you and I, King and Queen, we will rule Lindon and the Southlands. We will unite all of Middle Earth under one banner.”

Your brow furrowed at his words, at how out of place they sounded, as if they were part of another conversation altogether. Something is wrong, you thought.

Tell him you love him, more than anything.

“I love you, Halbrand. More than anything.”

He shot you a slow smile, and his hold on you tightened. “I know you do, dove. I know you do.”

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No, you thought dazedly, it had not happened that way.

You loved him, you wanted him; you still do, you always will, a voice whispered back. There was something alluring in that voice, something persuasive, that made you think that perhaps it was right.

Then your surroundings shifted; day faded to night, and your back pressed firmly into the mattress of your old bed as he hovered over you, bare from the waist up.

His lips were on your neck, his hand buried inside your underthings – buried inside you. A sudden pleasure flooded your mind, an unnatural desire that barely felt like your own. You begged him to touch you, remember? You begged. You trembled with each pump of his fingers until your back arched, your walls fluttered, and you fell apart in his hold.

He withdrew wordlessly, and through the haze of pleasure you heard the rattle of his belt buckle and the rustle of fabric. Would you accept this man into your body? He seemed to think so, but you couldn’t remember for the life of you how this played out, not when such heavy desire clouded your mind.

“Halbrand…” Wait, you wanted to tell him, but your lips were strangely unresponsive.

And then he was on you again; peeling your ruined underclothes down your legs. His hands, warm and gentle, rubbed soothing circles into your knees, and you held your breath as he pried them apart and settled on the mattress between them. Your thighs twitched, as if you’d wanted to close them – had I? – but he held them firmly, with only a quick squeeze of warning to dissuade you.

His thumbs caught the hem of your shift and dragged it up past your hips. He stared at your bared flesh with a look that promised ruin, a look that made you feel young and naïve for the first time in centuries. Heat rushed to your cheeks as he met your gaze and pressed a gentle kiss to your folds. Then his hands drifted higher, gliding along your waist and rucking your shift up beneath your breasts.

“Exquisite,” he murmured against your skin, trailing kisses along your navel, over your ribs, between your breasts.

He settled atop you, his length, hot and hard and leaking, bobbed against your navel as he hiked your thigh over his hip. It was the blunt press of him against your folds that cleared the haze from your mind, and uncertainty bloomed full force in its stead. Calm yourself. You want this. You’ve always wanted this.

Yes, you thought. All your life you’d waited for one to call your own. That you had gone so long without finding your match had raised concerns – often such things were a bad omen for one’s future prospects. And here you were, body bare and open to a man you father hadn’t even met yet.

You want this.

I want this.

You love him.

I love him, you agreed.

He caught your lips in an all-consuming kiss, a distracting kiss, and swiped his length along your folds, once, twice, before finally easing it inside you. Your body was tense, walls tight against his intrusion, and you whimpered into his mouth, palms pressing against his abdomen instinctively. The illusion of calm shattered.

“Shhh…” he soothed, prying your hands away and interlacing your fingers. “I have you.”

For reasons you couldn’t explain, his words didn’t bring the comfort they usually would, and you felt a tear spill over your cheek as he pinned your hands above your head and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“And now I’ll always have you,” he panted, breath hot and moist on your skin, as he worked you open with slow thrusts. The initial sting quickly faded and, as if sensing this, his thrusts grew faster, harder, hungrier.

You didn’t know how long you’d lain there, eyes screwed shut, as he sucked bruises into your skin and ravaged your insides, but you felt a strange sense of relief when at last he shuddered and collapsed against you.

The ache between your legs made your stomach churn. If it were the will of Ilúvatar then why did it feel so wrong?

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You woke with a start. Your eyes took a moment to adjust to the candlelight, and when they did, dread pooled in your stomach. It had been difficult to count the days – here in this sunless land, where the air smelled of ash and sounds were limited to those of labour and the snarling, spitting language uttered by those creatures.

You’d only seen the beasts once before, when he’d draped you in black and paraded you through camp with an arm curled possessively around your waist – a silent warning. The rest of your time had been spent inside the large grey tent that was erected in the middle of camp while works continued on a more permanent lodging…something tall and black that loomed in the distance.

How long had he kept you here? How long had you endured these invasive attacks on your mind? How long until you could no longer tell fact from falsehood while he moulded your memories into something more palatable?

“Pleasant dreams?”

Halbrand lay in bed beside you, his lean body as bare as your own, and you hated that you still thought him beautiful. The thin sheen of sweat on his skin glistened in the candlelight, a sign of his exertion, and a reminder that even in sleep you would not be free of him.

Not Halbrand, you told yourself, but a different beast altogether.

He turned onto his side, head propped on his palm – suffocatingly close – and planted a soft kiss on your lips. His free hand traced lazy circles into the skin of your navel, the gold of his wedding band glittering mockingly as you felt the first stirrings of desire. Your modesty had been long forgotten in this place; all that remained was shame.

“You are not wrong for finding pleasure in this,” he murmured, as if knowing the direction your thoughts had taken. “How could you not, when we fit so perfectly together?”

“Why?” you rasped, throat tight, and eyes glassy. “Why do you still do this?”

His jaw twitched almost imperceptibly. You asked him this every time, and every time he rebuffed you. Not this time it seemed.

“Long have I walked these shores and never have I seen so fair a sight as your body laid bare before me.” He gave your hip an appreciative squeeze. “I wanted you in ways I’d wanted no other; I still do, I always will,” he added as an afterthought, and it echoed in your ears.

You loved him, you wanted him; you still do, you always will. Another falsehood, then.

“You blame yourself – don’t,” he urged with a consoling kiss to your temple. “You can kick and claw and scream yourself hoarse, and I will continue to have you. Such is the strength of my will...such is my right as your husband.”

He took a strange kind of pleasure in reminding you of his place in your life – reminding you that you would never be free of him. He would never let you go.

“Why me?”

He grasped your chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned your head to face him. His eyes, the very same you’d lost yourself in countless times, were fervid and near unrecognisable as he gazed down at you.

“Because I am shadow,” he whispered. “And you are light, and when I’m inside you I feel a power unlike any other.”

“Oh, come now, none of that,” he chided lightly, swiping your tears away with his thumb. “Doesn’t it please you to know I’d never known such rapture before you? It would’ve been easy enough – those mortal whores throw themselves at anything with enough coin,” he scoffed.

“But you, an elleth…a beloved Firstborn, daughter of Gil-galad, Princess of the Noldor,” he rattled off with satisfaction and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your neck. “Your kind have only ever scorned me, hunted me. I knew you’d do the same if you ever glimpsed my true visage.”

“So I thought to come to you as Annatar. A form befitting your beauty and station,” he huffed a breathy laugh. “But you surprised me. You were so eager for this mortal man, you let him leave his marks on your skin, his seed in your womb.” You shuddered as he pressed a hand to your abdomen. He trailed his palm lower and dipped his fingers between your folds, admiring the mess he’d left there.

“And you’d let me do it all over again, wouldn’t you?” he mused, eyes darkening.

“No…” you gasped, squirming as he slipped a finger inside you.

“You would, wouldn’t you? Because you know as well as I do that despite it all, you will always love me. You will always love your husband – say it.”

It was a confronting thought, a painful thought, that in the eyes of the Eldar you were wed to this beast, bound to him for eternity. Your souls were one. Worse still was that he wasn’t entirely wrong. You wanted to hate him, wished it with your whole being, but you didn’t know how to.

“Halbrand, please!”

“Say it,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, with just enough sway to bend your will – to tear the words from you whether you wished it or not.

“I–I will always love you.”

To your relief, he withdrew, but your relief was short-lived. His lips curled smugly as he crawled over your body and nudged your thighs apart.

“I’m half tempted to discard this form, just to see if you’d love my others as freely as you love little Halbrand. But I think,” he hiked your thighs over his hips. “He’s not quite done breaking you in yet. Let’s try again, shall we?”

And once more, he dug his fingers into your body and his claws into your mind.

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AN: my main account wasn’t letting me post, so I posted this request here instead. The rest (which are much more tame and, in a way, more in character) will be posted on my main when I figure out what’s going on! :)

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caliawen · 7 months

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Haunted

Pairing = Glorfindel x Reader

Genre = Teen and up

General ratings = a twinge of angst, fluff, smut implied (?)

Content warnings = smut implied

Word count = 1,4k

Notes = ……hi 🫣 I haven’t posted in a month 🙃 Life has been really busy and I haven’t really had the time (nor the motivation, truthfully) to write. I had a more regular schedule before, but I think for now it will stay… ‘irregular’. I have no idea when or what I will post next. Hope you can understand!

Glorfindel was being haunted. Not by ghosts- no. By the memories of his past life. Of his mistakes. Of his friends. Of their deaths. Of his death. The searing pain of his scalp as he was tugged down and down and down by the Balrog. Of the heat he felt as he fought for his life, for the lives of Idril and Tuor and Eärendil and everyone. His mind replayed those moments over and over, never leaving him a second of peace.

The slight smile of Ecthelion, Rog’s boisterous laugh, Turgon’s exasperation with them, Elgalmoth’s mischievous eyes as he gossiped, Penlod’s hums as he pretended he was listening, Galdor’s excited chatter about the trees and plants he saw, Duilin’s whistles as he walked, Tuor’s love-struck expression as his eyes followed Idril and Maeglin’s shy smile when someone asked him about his work…

Oh, Maeglin… Glorfindel had hated him, for a time. Hated him for giving Gondolin away to Morgoth, giving away their lives.. But that time had passed. In the halls of Námo, Glorfindel had had plenty of time to think before he was reborn. And think he did : about how Maeglin had lost his mother and father. About how his only parental figure was Turgon, who was too busy to really spend time with his nephew. About how he mistook his love for Idril as romantic and not platonic, and how that strained his friendship with her and Tuor. About how rumors spread that Maeglin was a vile being. About how none of them did anything to defend him. About how lonely Maeglin must have been.. About what impossible horrors he felt at the hands of Morgoth and Sauron. About how they never saw how broken Maeglin had returned. About how he didn’t care if he died anymore.

Yes, Glorfindel had thought, Maeglin had done something wrong. And he forgave Maeglin for what he had done, because Maeglin had been a child. A child who needed to be guided and shown love, but no one had stepped up to take up the role.

He thought about you. About your smile, your eyes, your nose. About the way you moved, how you talked and your passions. And he ached. Because he didn’t know what happened to you. He didn’t know if you had died, if you had suffered or if you were still alive. If you had moved on from him.. And that haunted him. His every waking thought, his every dream and nightmare.

Sometimes, Glorfindel dreamed of you. He dreamed that you were laying in his bed, in Gondolin, smiling at him. That you carded your fingers through his hair and told him that you loved him. And when he woke up, his heart ached and he did not know whether to thank or curse Irmo.

Glorfindel had a mission. He was going back to Arda Marred. And he found himself dreading going back. Dreading seeing how everything had changed and how the language had evolved. Dreading how no one he knew would be there. How he would be alone. At least in Valinor, he saw his mother and father. He found himself crying when he realized he did not remember what being embraced by his parents felt like. They took care of him and he couldn’t be more grateful to have them.

When Glorfindel departed, he stood looking at Valinor until it had been long since out of view. He stood still, wondering if he was dreaming. He thought, how ironic, for he was going back. Not anyone else. Him. Laurëfindelë Glorfindel, an emissary of the Valar, granted powers nearly as strong as that of the Maiar. And he didn’t want to go back. Nienna wept for him, for his sacrifice, for his fear and for his love. He found himself appreciating her understanding. She visited him, before he departed. He listened to her words, without understanding : “Dear Child, your heart is being haunted. Your mind is playing tricks on you, and your heart is rendered blind by your pain. But your gut, your gut is still there and strong. Follow it, follow what it tells you. But do not silence your heart and mind for it, listen to them. Listen, but do not follow.”

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When Glorfindel arrived in Middle Earth, he did not know where to begin. He was tired, but could not sleep. He thought about you. About your lips on his, about your laugh, about your hands in his, about the ring he had passed on your finger. He thought and thought and thought. And his heart ached. He walked on paths and in forests, stopping to wash himself in rivers. And he despaired.

It was later that he found Lindon. Days later. Or weeks, he did not know. He met Elrond, someone who would confuse and amuse him for the rest of their lives. Part man, part elf, part maia. He wore the insignias of Fingolfin and Fëanor with pride, daring anyone to confront him about it. He was a gentle soul with a heart of gold and the patience of the wise. He was as kind as summer and Glorfindel found himself basking in his presence, like a flower who had grown up in shadow feeling the sun on itself for the first time.

Círdan was surprisingly mischievous. Subtle jokes, sarcasm and deadpan looks were all things he threw at others, uncaring if they understood or not. He was calm, but could easily terrorize anyone with his anger, like the sea. Board games were his favorite and Glorfindel spent time playing with him, thinking of strategies to beat the older elf.

Gil-Galad was as confusing as he was funny. His father was unknown and he liked to joke around about it. Glorfindel spent time with him when they could, talking about everything and nothing. When Gil-Galad felt Glorfindel starting to lose himself in memories, he would randomly tell a stupid joke. They made Glorfindel laugh each time.

Celebrimbor had been a bit weary at first. Glorfindel almost laughed at the memory of a small Curufinwë Tyelpërinquar staring at him with the exact same look. It wasn’t long until they became great friends. Celebrimbor understood : he, too, was haunted by his past actions and words. Maybe for different reasons than Glorfindel, but the important thing was that he related to how Glorfindel felt. Having his feelings validated was something that alleviated the pain in Glorfindel’s heart.

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Glorfindel walked around Lindon aimlessly and leisurely, taking his time to look around. You haunted him. Everything he saw reminded him of you. From pretty rocks you would have collected, passing by a stand selling your favorite fruit, to someone wearing clothes the exact color of your eyes. His mind played tricks on him, making him imagine hearing your laugh or seeing your beautiful hair swaying in the wind.

He stopped walking at a bookstore, a feeling bubbling up inside him. He looked at the door, curious. His gut screamed at him to enter that store, for some reason. His mind dismissed the feeling, but his heart held hope. They warred against each other. And then, Glorfindel was reminded of Nienna’s words to him. And he went inside the store.

Inside the store, which was cozy and homey, he felt pulled towards a particular bookshelf. His breath hitched as his mind reeled to a stop, his heart pumping wildly. There you stood, browsing the shelf while smiling. Feeling observed, you turned your head, your eyes widening as you saw Glorfindel, your husband, your soulmate, standing there. Glorfindel was frozen, his mind scrambling and heart singing with joy. You were the one to make the first move, throwing yourself in his arms, ecstatic. Glorfindel hugged you back, a sense of wholeness overtaking his mind and body as he kissed you long and passionately.

The two of you spent hours upon hours talking, laughing, crying and hugging. This long-awaited reunion was a balm on Glorfindel’s bruised and battered heart. That night, under the stars, in a magnificent glade full of flowers, you rekindled your fëas. Glorfindel made love to you slowly and passionately, kissing every piece of skin revealed as he undressed you, worshiping your body with his hands and mouth. That night, in your arms, Glorfindel had no nightmares. He woke up to your sweet voice and felt free. Free of the thing that haunted him. And he smiled.

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theelvenhaven · 11 months

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The Fall

Galdor x Reader

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It had been pandemonium from the moment that Melkor’s servants arrived. Nost-na-Lothion’s silence had been interrupted by the chanting of orcs, the roar of dragons and the cracking of whips as balrogs approached Gondolin and breaking through it’s many gates. Tramping and toppling over them like they were nothing.

You could do nothing but stand there with Galdor in shock with the rest of the Gondolindrim over everything that was transpiring. Both of you had hoped that each stronger gate would deter the wave that came… But it was no match as the mighty fell beasts aided in toppling it over, before flying overhead and burning down the buildings.

It was then at the King’s behest that Galdor ready his soldiers and people, and you two were separated. Following immediately upon the rumors that Galdor had disclosed to you. That somewhere in Gondolin there was a tunnel that the Princess and her husband Prince Consort Tuor had built. Though you were only working off rumors as you ran.

Galdor had given you basic instructions and you only hoped that they were well enough to get you where you needed to go. As you ran, you only seemed to run into dead end crumbled or toppled over buildings. Buildings that used to be homes and shops, stairways had been blocked off, your adrenaline had been pumping before you had finally met up with a group of warriors and other civilians.

Ones that seemed to know the direction that they were going in, ones that cut down orcs that rounded corners or sacrificed themselves to keep the balrogs distracted. Your group of six guards had dwindled down to two and yet the civilians seemed to keep growing as you ran. From a meager four people to well over twelve, each of you inviting and hurrying new stranded elves and mortals alike trying to hurry and help them towards the tunnel. Though the number never seemed to stay consistent.

No matter where you ran was there fire and ash, billowing up to the skies, blackening it’s perfect blue. Your ears ringing as you listened and watched as buildings would crumble and crack and fall to their ruin, rubble threatening to fall atop of you. You were lucky to save yourself when you looked up to see the massive careening piece fall from the sky and almost onto you.

Jumping as you were simultaneously pulled out of the way by another person, you could feel the heat of fire licking at your skin. As dragons fire rained down overhead. Lashing out and roasting others alive much to your horror and that of your companions. But you all knew you couldn’t stop, if you did… you’d be like those who did… You only hoped that you were successful in your escape.

Praying to Eru- begging and pleading to him for your safe route out of this mess. Praying and pleading that Galdor was safe and sound, what little you let your thoughts stray it was of concern of your husband. You hoped he was alive, that he was okay, and in one piece. The horrific ideas of the ways he could die had played out in your mind when you weren’t too focused on the surrounding areas. Trying to make sure you didn’t die as well.

It was only after what felt like hours of running did you seem to finally arrive to the tunnel, losing or gaining people as you went along. Several Lords were standing guard, including your Galdor. Immediately you ran to him, as he seemed distracted caught up in the hysteria and trying to usher people, but the moment he saw you, his heart filled with relief.

You were alive! In one piece and not a scratch on you. It was more than what Galdor could ask for as you hurriedly embraced him. His forehead immediately coming to rest against yours as you both basked for a moment in each other, knowing that you were both alive and well for now.

“Praise Eru! I worried after the first two hours- I feared the worst.” Galdor confided to you, usually… Egalmoth would have something snarky to say. Something to rush this moment, but he didn’t understanding this might be the last time the two of you see each other. Even he didn’t have the heart to ruin or rush this moment. So he simply stepped up and forward, taking over his position.

Tears filled your eyes, spilling over leaving a fresh trail of salty water down your soot stained cheeks, from all the smoke and fire.

“And I praise Eru you are here and alright. Are you coming with us? Please tell me you are.” You pleaded desperately as you held onto his strong arms that were covered in padding and armor. Yet before you could answer all you could hear was the sound of approaching goblins and orcs. They had yet to see the tunnel but from the sounds of it, if they were not stopped they’d be upon you soon.

“Go, you must go!” Galdor said pulling away from you, his usually calm demeanor was gone. The moment of relief had melted away, yet your hands didn’t release his arms and it hindered him only a little as he was reluctant to pull away from you.

“Galdor-! Are you-”

“I’ll be right behind you, melmë! Go! Now!” Galdor urged and rushed, finally pulling away from you as a civilian grabbed hold of your tunic and began to pull you along. You hesitated to go, looking back and only watching as he disappeared around the corner, with screams of horror from other elves and humans alike.

It was the wake up call you needed to run through the tunnel and you didn’t stop. Not with relief as you saw Lord Glorfindel or heard the sound of Lord Egalmoth’s voice, and your terror only became worse when you heard the roar of the balrog that threatened you and everyone else. All of you breaking into a harder run, while Glorfindel ran past all of you and in the direction of danger.

You couldn’t breathe, your lungs burned from smoke and ash and running- as your legs burned with every hard step you took running. You didn’t look back as cheer erupted, and the screeching sound of the dying balrog met your ears. But it had been short lived as again cries erupted for Lord Glorfindel.

You couldn’t bring yourself to turn around to see his demise, you couldn’t handle anymore. The grief would be too much, the stress would finally get to you and you would fade away right then and there. Your body would just turn to ash like the rest of Gondolin while your fëa would flee to Mandos.

You didn’t want to abandon Galdor if there was a chance he was still alive. You’d hang on with every fiber in your being to be there for when you all found safety.

None of you stopped as you finally exited the tunnels, not even to look back on the burning and plundering mess of what was once your fair city. The sky still clouded in smokey, though stars of Varda started to glitter their way through the further you got away from its ruin. There was a mess of elves stopping, some still going, some turning back.

Trying to find loved ones, others unable to continue on for now, others hoping to help whatever stragglers were still behind. Aiding Egalmoth in wrangling the crowd and getting you all some place safe, and you simply followed the Lord.

Your King was gone, some Lords you could hear had fallen in Gondolin, and the words of how Maeglin was a traitor quickly spread throughout. Lowering morale and making everyone feel like giving up, now that you had lost your homes and safe haven. Though Egalmoth didn’t let it deter any of you as he encouraged or everyone to press onwards.

Leading you for days through places you hadn’t been before, and if he was uncertain of where he was heading… He surely didn’t show it. Others branching off to Doriath… Though rumor held it had been destroyed. But that didn’t stop others from seeking it out, while whispers aroused of the Havens of Sirion and Arvernien.

With Tuor and Idril at the Helm of leading you there. Claiming it was one of the last safe places of Beleriand… Save maybe Ossiriand. But it would take weeks of treachery to get through to there. Where as this march was only taking days.

When you arrived you were all surprised to see so many Sinda there. Though they all welcomed you with open arms, especially as Tuor and Idril spoke with those around them… perhaps in charge or something of that nature. Others rushed to welcome you into their home, offering food and bandaging the wounded.

While everyone felt and found their kindred spirits in those from Doriath, having heard officially of its Fall and Sacking. You could scarcely find relief, your nerves never having dwindled as your mind could finally “settle”. Settling to wander back towards Galdor.

Wondering where he was. He said he was right behind you… You know he had a duty to Gondolin. But apart of you wish that he didn’t and that he could’ve been selfish and followed with you instead. You wished he didn’t had to have run head first into danger the way he did.

You hoped he survived, Egalmoth had not spoken a word to you about your husband. Simply keeping to his duties, yet you couldn’t find the words to speak to Egalmoth either, because a part of you didn’t want to know if he didn’t survive. Not yet at least, not ever… But you knew you’d be met with reality sooner or later.

While the Sinda offered you places to stay seeing as so many refugees continued to pour in from Gondolin, you stayed put firmly near the entrance of the Haven the Sinda and even- as you learned- other Noldor from Nargothrond had begun to built.

In a meager tent, shellshocked and quiet. Not speaking to anyone, you could’ve sworn Egalmoth came and sat with you a time or two. Though he said nothing, there was no reassurance, and he didn’t want to give you false hope about anything. You stood patiently at the entrance when you saw large groups approach, busying your hands with rations of food or medical items, fresh blankets or clothes.

Looking over every face and every person of stature, looking over every soldier that came in. Everyone in glittering mail with the crest of the House of the Tree on it. No one recognized you, naturally and you hardly recognized them. Yet none of them still uttered anything of Galdor.

You reached over into one of the crates picking up a skin of water, and ration of lembas when your eyes fell on the ner in front of you. With familiar light eyes, brown hair that had been covered in soot, and mess from being in a helm that was long abandoned. They didn’t take the rations from your hands, they let out a cry of relief as they grabbed your wrists and pulled you into them.

You were met with cold, dirty armor, but you felt arms wrap around your shoulders and hold you close. You froze in your place, it had all happened so fast, you hardly knew what to make of it!

“Melmë you’re alive!” Galdor said as he rested his chin on your head, and immediately a cry left your lefts as you dropped the rations and wrapped your arms around his armored chest and body. Clutching onto him as tightly as you could.

Relief flooded you and you felt faint, grateful he had such a strong hold on you as you felt as though your legs might give out. Your heart pounding fervently in your chest, and the tears spilled from your eyes,

“Oh Galdor! I thought I lost you!” You sobbed out to him as you did your best to cling tightly to your husband. His arms only winding snugger around you, and you didn’t dare complain of discomfort, you’d take all the poking of his armor on your body in the world to keep having this moment with him. It was a reminder that it was real, that you weren’t imagining it, he was really here with you.

After a moment, Galdor gently pulled away from you, though he kept you in his hold. Coming to press his forehead to yours immediately, still wanting closeness. He smelled of smoke and ash, but you didn’t care. He was here with you.

“I told you, Y/N… I was right behind you.” Galdor said to you softly as you released your hold on his waist, coming to bring your hands to his face. Cupping his jaw and holding him close, you closed your eyes, savoring the feel of his breath tickling your face, the warmth of his skin against yours.

You didn’t care what sooth or blood got on you and your clothes, you were just happy to finally have him in your arms. Galdor sighed out in relief, his heart finally beating steadily instead of pounding with worry. His fears eased knowing that you were here the whole time and safe and sound.

“Yes… You certainly were, my love… Are you alright? Are you hurt? Do you need to see a Healer?” You asked as your thumbs gently stroked his face, rubbing away grime and dirt. Galdor only pulled you closer into him, and he began to shake his head, before turning it to kiss the inside of your palm.

“No, no I am uninjured. I could use a bath though.” He said with a half hearted sigh or maybe even a chuckle if that was what you wanted to call it. You nodded at his words,

“We can get you one, hopefully a hot one you deserve it! I am just so happy you’re alive!” You said eagerly with glee before you released his face and wrapped your arms around his neck. Galdor willingly went with motions and buried his face into your shoulder, taking slow and steady deep breaths, breathing in the unfamiliar scent of plain soap- opposed to your usual scented oils and soaps. But it was undeniably you and not some fever dream.

“As am I, Y/N.” Galdor said softly, and there was a note of exhaustion finally hitting his voice. Finally he could be tired and unwind from the chaos. There was still much to be done… But for now he could breathe.

“Come let us find you a place to bathe and to lay your head down, my love.” You said softly to him, gently pulling away. Galdor raised his head, but put his arm around your shoulder. The two of you walking away and finally heading off to some place to rest. Grateful to be reunited after the Fall.

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i-did-not-mean-to · 9 months

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AU-gust 3

Poorly timed confession/"Why are you looking at me like that?" - Curuwendil for @cilil

Enemies to lovers/"I didn't know you cared." - FëaÑolo for @ettelene

Fairytale/"I don't know how to repay you." - Idril/Tuor/Maeglin (Gondolin OT3) for @jaz-the-bard

Only one bed/ "Oh, I love how dramatic this is." - Bagginshield for @lordoftherazzles

Magic/"Everything went according to plan" - Ori x OC for @lathalea + Shrunken (Tiny) /"Everything went according to plan" - Bagginshield for @sunnyrosewritesstuff

Meet cute/"Not my first choice" - Ori x reader for @estethell

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blakeswritingimagines · 9 months

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Hey dear! I was rereading your "Dating Daemon Targaryen" and omg this is so, so, so good! (best overview/"analysis" of the Daemon I've ever read) That said, if your requests are open, could I get an imagine/oneshot nsfw Dom! Daemon x sub! poc fem!reader. Where they are married and even though it wasn't a love match (it was arranged) they found a way to make it work, which means they have a great relationship and as time goes by feelings grow. And despite what many may think, their relationship is based on trust (she achieved the feat of being one of the few people he really trusts) and dialogue. So the reader feels quite comfortable talking to him about her desires (and so does he). One night, before going to sleep, they are talking and Reader comments that she wants to go to a brothel (to see what it's like) and he says that if she really wants to go, he can take her (to which she agrees). The next night, they disguise themselves and go (like EP 4) getting there, he does a "tuor" with her. As time goes by, reader gets excited. He notices and asks if she wants to leave, which she denies. Minutes pass and she asks him to take her right there, in public. Being the good husband that he is, he doesn't refuse his beloved wife's request, they move to a less crowded room, but still open for other people to see (like in EP 1, where he's with Mysaria, but it ends this time😅) Several people stop to see the rogue prince act with that woman, who for them is unknown (they put on a real show, by the way) and return to the Reed Keep in the middle of the night (almost dawning) and reader thanks him for taking her (and it sort of becomes a habit). The next day, gossip runs rampant through the city (mainly about the woman's identity) and ends up reaching Viserys (courtesy of Otto), who calls the two to talk, but when they reach the king, he notices how Reader and Daemon are doing ( hand in hand and reader is looking satisfied) Vizzy T sees right away what happened and just tells them to be more discreet. With hair pulling, spanking, choking, some degradation, nipple play, orgasm denial, overstimulation, aftercare (when they get to the castle) and whatever else you want, (be as nasty as possible) with fluffy and some humor in the end please? #🌼 (sorry for my English)

Here you go! hope you enjoy!

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saelwen · 4 years

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Glorfindel x Winged!Reader

Request by a lovely anon:

Alright how about Clorfindel with Winged reader. Reader is Tuor's cousin and last surviving child of Hurin. She is scared of people and mostly sticks with Tuor but gets slowly close to Clorfindel who helps her trust people again. In the fall of gondolin when Clorfindel gets pulled down the hill by a balrog, Reader then rescues him revealing her wings which then leads to a confession. Sorry if this is too long but what do you think about the idea?

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Warning: Angst, Fluff

Words: 3k

The smell of the ocean hovered in the air, relaxing your tired body. You and Tuor, and Voronwë have been traveling for months, following the dangerous path that will lead you to the beautiful realm of Gondolin.

Since the conversation with Ulmo, Tuor hasn’t been the same. His face was more serious than before and his guard never was down, always alert to his surroundings. You two have been stick together since he had found you in the middle of the forest, lost and scared. He knew right away who you were since you two have similar features.

He took you with him and protected you since you were the last child of Húrin. You were a very distant person, always shying away from other people and hiding behind Tuor’s back. He was the only person who you were comfortable to be with it since he was the only family you have left.

During your travels, Voronwë tries to talk with you but you only look away from him, your body filled with anxiety and go walk closer to Tuor. You knew that he only to be your friend but you have suffered enough from other people's actions... Like when your own mother and sister had left behind, not stopping when they heard your pleads to wait for you. Leaving you behind in a dark forest where horrible creature lurks around in the dark shadows.

“We are here!” Voronwë said cheerfully.

You look up and saw a massive stone gate, some strange runes carved in the pale stone. Tuor and Voronwë took a step forward and begin talking with the gate guard, saying the Ulmo have sent you three here. With that, the guard opens the gate and lead you to the King of Gondolin.

A gasp escapes from your lips when you saw the magnificent elvish kingdom. It was breathtaking. The delicate buildings were pure marble stone, shining as the sunlight bathe them in his warmth. The birds sang gently around the Kingdom, sending a relaxing aura through the streets. When you walked into the beautiful Palace, you saw the paintings of Valinor, the blessed lands. Your e/c eyes looked to them in awe, wishing that you could visit the peaceful realm.

A while you were looking at the paintings, you felt eyes on your back. Looking back, you saw nothing, only elves doing their business. You shrug and follow Tuor, trying to hear his conversation with the guard.

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“Tuor, Son of Huor! And Y/n, Daughter of Húrin!... What an unexpected surprise.” King Turgon said from his high throne, looking to you two in surprise. Beside him was an extremely beautiful elleth, with gorgeous long golden locks. Her grey eyes fixed on Tuor’s figure, full of curiosity, a small gentle smile on her plump lips. You look to Tuor and saw that he also was looking at her, a shy smile on his lips.

“King Turgon! I’m very grateful for letting me and my cousin in your beautiful Kingdom...but I'm afraid that I've come with news that will not be of your please.” Tuor said while bowing his head towards Turgon, who frowns at Tuor's words.

“What news?” he asked with a stern voice.

Tuor took a deep breath and look at you with tired eyes. “Ulmo has sent me here... to tell you that the end of Gondolin is near...” with his words, Turgon shot up from his throne and shook his head.

“Impossible! Gondolin has been standing for a hundred years! No one knows of this place or the path to come here!” he said while walking towards Tuor. “Ulmo is visions are wrong!” he whispers more to himself, trying to convince him that wasn’t true. Turgon calls a servant and orders to lead you two to your chambers, saying that he will discuss that matter later with Tuor and his council.

As you were walking out of the Throne room, you felt again eyes on your small figure. Turning quickly your head back, you saw a blond elf looking at you with beautiful ocean blue eyes. When he saw you looking, he quickly hides behind a column, cursing quietly to his friend, who was beside him and laughing at his humiliation. You eye him up and down and follow the servant and Tuor, still feeling the elf eyes on you.

---

A sigh fell from your lips as you sat on a bench in the beautiful garden in the palace, letting the warm sun bathe your cold body with his light. Your heart was beating like a war drum and your hands were sweaty.

Tuor was called by the King for a meeting and you couldn’t go which made your anxiety crazy, not having the only family with you.

Looking up to the bright blue sky, you smile gently, feeling a hit of sadness and miss. You put your hand on your shoulder, your fingers brushing against your shoulder blade. You were gifted with a gift when you were born, a gift of flying but your mother saw it more like a curse. Saying that humans belong to the ground and not in the skies. You didn’t let your wings out often, only use them when you really need them. Tuor knew of your gift since you had to use it at one time when you two were being chased by a group of orcs but you force Tuor to never tell anyone.

You look down to the beautiful flower, smelling their scent hovering in the air. The garden was the only place you could be at ease since no one would go there. Your fingers rub the soft fabric of your blue gown which was a gift from Turgon. The dress was made with expensive silk which felt soft against your skin.

Suddenly, you heard whispers behind you.

“Go talk to her!” a deep voice whisper.

“No! I can’t just jump out and say hi!” the other voice responded but this one was gentler and richer.

“C’mon, Glorfindel! Don’t be a rat!” with that, the blond elf from the other day was pushed from behind a tree beside where you were sitting.

He stood up and brush his golden hair out of his handsome face, his ocean blue eyes looking down at you. You two stood there looking at each other, not knowing what to say. A black-haired elf walks out behind the tree and shoves gently his friend.

“Talk to her! I’m doing this for your own good!” he whispers to the blond elf. Then he looks at you smile gently, bowing his head. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Y/n!... Well, I have some business to attend. I will let you two talk at peace.” with that, the black-haired elf left you and Glorfindel alone.

There a long silence between you two, your anxiety was wild right now. He let out a sigh and rubs his neck with his hand, looking to the bright sky.

“Ahh...It’s a beautiful day!” his voice rich and gentle, making your body relax with its soft sound.

You nod and tuck a h/c hair behind your ear, feeling your cheeks bright red. Glorfindel looks to the empty seat beside you and nods towards. “Can I sit beside you, Lady Y/n?” he asked.

You nod quickly and begin playing with your fingers, trying to focus on something else. He sat beside you and stay silent, watching the flower shake with the wind. The silence this time wasn’t uncomfortable on the contrary, it was relaxing. Savoring the company of each other.

“I’m sorry about my friend's attitude. Ecthelion can be a jerk sometimes,” he said with a chuckle, making a small smile form in your lips.

“It’s okay,” you whisper shyly, making Glorfindel’s eyes wide in surprise as he heard your delicate voice.

“So, tell me Lady Y/n! Are you liking our kingdom?” his voice was more cheerful, coming out more of his shell.

You smile and look around, seeing the white buildings high in the skies. “Yes...It’s a lovely place...very beautiful,” you whisper, looking to his eyes under the curtain of hair.

He grins happily at you. “Yes!... We build this place from the ground. Make it a sanctuary for our kind...a place that we could call home again since our old home is very far away from here...” the last part, he said with sorrowful and a distant voice.

You knew that the arrival of the Noldor elves to Middle-Earth wasn’t a happy one. Knowing that the Valar had expelled them from the blessed lands for their crimes.

As you two were talking, you notice in the corner of your eye Tuor and Idril, Turgon’s daughter, walking the garden with hands intertwined. Idril let out a luscious laugh, making Tuor smile gently down to her. Glorfindel also notices this and grin happily to his princess.

“I think there will be a wedding soon,” he said while watching the two of them.

You smile softly, happy that finally, your cousin had found happiness. “Yeah...I hope so.”

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After a year, Glorfindel's words come true. On a beautiful sunny day, Tuor and Idril become husband and wife. The ceremony was beautiful, filled with every elf of Gondolin.

Glorfindel had asked you to be his partner for the feast which made you a blushing mess. You two had become really close during the year, making Tuor really surprised since you were a really closed person.

You still remember Ecthelion and Tuor cheering loudly when you two were dancing, making you a walking tomato.

You would be if you said that you didn’t like him, on the contrary, you have fallen for him and hard. And that made you scared since never before you had felt like this for anyone. You told Tuor on one evening and but he supported you, saying that you have to tell Glorfindel your feelings.

After a lot of pep talk and taking deep breaths, you walk towards your safe place, the garden. As you were walking down the hallway, you heard a loud explosion. Screams sounded everywhere in the Kingdom along with yours.

“What’s happening?” you whisper.

The sound of light footsteps grabs your attention, you turn back and saw Idril with little Eärendil beside her clinging to her hand tightly. Her beautiful grey eyes filled with fear and panic.

“Y/n! Come!” was all she said. You nod and follow them, still hearing screams and fighting outside.

“What’s going on?” you whisper, trying to follow Idril fast steps.

“Gondolin is under attack! Tuor was right and my father didn’t listen to him...now we suffer the consequences of his decision.” her voice was firm but you notice fear in it.

Of course! A while you and Glorfindel spend a wonderful year, you had completely forgotten the warning of Ulmo.

You three run to the garden, where Idril said that there’s a secret passage. A gasp fell from your lips as you see the destruction around you, seeing corpses and a sea of orcs running through the gates of Gondolin.

“Y/n!” a familiar gentle voice sounded behind you. Turning back, you see Glorfindel running towards you with Tuor close behind him. The two of them covered in blood and ashes.

“Glorfindel!” you jump to him, wrapping your arms around his torso, pulling him into a tight embrace. You two stay like this for a moment, happy that you were okay. Tuor hugs his family and smiles sadly to his wife.

“I’m sorry, melleth nin... Your father has fallen...” he whispers, kissing her forehead. Idril let out a loud sob and hug tightly, pulling her son into their embrace.

You look up to Glorfindel, seeing his delicate face contoured in rage and sadness. “Where is Ecthelion?” you asked slowly, seeing him taking a deep breath.

“He...He fought bravely...” he said while looking away, tears trying to escape from his ocean blue eyes. You hug him tightly and sob quietly against his chest., the image of the gentle smile of Ecthelion flashing in your mind.

“We have to go! There’s no time to mourn now.” Tuor said while leading the survivor of Gondolin through the secret passage. You gave one last look to the beautiful city that was for a year your home and follow the group of elves.

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“GLORFINDEL!” You scream, seeing him fighting a huge Balrog that had followed the group. The elves run quickly from the horrifying creature while Glorfindel fights him, trying to gain time for his people to run away.

Idril and Tuor had a grip on you, trying to move away from the fight but you couldn’t let your beloved golden flower left behind to fight alone the Balrog.

Glorfindel had his sword on his right hand and his shield on his left hand, blocking every blow from the massive monster. Blood ran down from his forehead, making it hard for him to see. He could hear your cries for him to go to you and much that he wanted to that, he couldn’t let the Balrog kill you or his people.

As the Balrog was preparing to throw another blow, Glorfindel spin in his heels and throw his shield to the monster's head. The Balrog lost balance and fall back, falling into the abyss.

Glorfindel let out a relieved sigh and lower his sword. He turns back, smiling softly at you. Idril and Tuor let go of your arms and you run to Glorfindel but as you were getting closer to him, you saw a huge black clawed hand grab the beautiful golden locks of Glorfindel. Taking your beloved elf with him into the abyss.

A cry fell from your lips, seeing Glorfindel disappearing through the clouds of smoke from the Balrog fire.

“No! No! No!” you sob.

In the distance, you could hear Tuor calling for you but you ignored it. Taking a deep breath, you let your massive white wings come out, making the elves gasp in awe. You flap them gently, letting them stretch in the air. Then, you grab Glorfindel’s sword from the ground and gave a big jump and dive down into the abyss, following Glorfindel and the Balrog.

When you got closer to them, you saw that Glorfindel was still fighting the creature. Giving all he had to the monster. You grab the handler of the sword tightly and pierce through the thick air towards the Balrog head.

“MOVE, GLORFINDEL!” you scream.

Glorfindel looks up and gasps at your sight, seeing the shadows of your massive wings. You throw the sword to the Balrog and pierce through his thick skull, killing him right there.

You then grab Glorfindel by his shoulders and fly you two back up to the edge of the cliff. There, you land him gently on the ground. Idril and Tuor run to you two, happy that you were okay.

Glorfindel stood up, still looking at you in awe. Studying your beautiful wings carefully, seeing the pure white feathers shinning with the sunlight. You start feeling nervous under his gaze, scared that he would think that you were a freak but that thought vanished when he pulled you into his strong chest and kiss passionately.

You wrap your arms around his neck and return his kiss, pouring all your love there. His soft lips made you melt into him, covering you two with your massive wings.

He pulls back and looks down at you his ocean blue eyes full of love passion. “Thank you for saving me, little swan...” he whispers quietly, grinning like a dork.

You giggle and nuzzle into his neck, kissing gently the skin there. “You’re welcome, golden flower,” you whisper back.

Hey Guys!! Here’s a new one-shot with Glorfindel! I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

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handmaiden-of-varda · 3 years

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Ghost of the Past

Pairing: Glorfindel x fem! reader

Summary: When Glorfindel was reborn, he discovered that his mortal wife had left him something behind

Warnings: Angst with a somewhat happy ending. Mention of character death.

A/N: I have a gazillion ideas for angsty/reunion fics that I think I'm going crazy. But I hope you're not traumatized by my writing yet - the next one will be light and fluffy I promise! And thank you so much for all your support! I did not expect someone would actually read my fics when I started this blog. Hope you enjoy this one <3

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Having lived a long life, Glorfindel thought nothing could surprise him anymore. But when the Valar brought him back to life after his fight with the Balrog... well he didn't know what to make of his rebirth and return to Middle Earth.

He should rejoice, he supposed, but he couldn't bring himself to. While his body had been made anew, the pain in his heart still lingered. The pain of losing you.

You were his wife and the Lady of the House of the Golden Flower, but you were also a daugther of Men. Gondolin had fallen more than a thousand years ago, which meant that even if you had survived, you would still be long dead.

His heart ached at very thought of you. When you were courting, you had discussed the future of your relationship and of your mortality, and he was prepared to face it. But the fact that he had died before you...

"Glorfindel," a voice interrupted his train of thoughts.

He turned to look at the intruder. "Cirdan."

"How are you faring?"

"Well, I suppose. Everything still feels so surreal, but I'll manage."

Cirdan nodded. "I'm glad to hear that. There is someone I'd like you to meet."

"Oh?" Glorfindel was curious, to say the least. Very few had known him from his time in Gondolin, and he thought he had met them all. Who else could it possibly be?

"Come with me."

He followed the Shipwright into a room with a large balcony overlooking the sea. Leaning against the railing with was a tall ellon clad in silver robe. Glorfindel didn't recognize him, but he found himself feeling strangely drawn to his presence.

"Who is he?"

Cirdan smiled to the other lord.

"That, my friend, is for you to find out yourself."

Before he could reply, the ellon turned to face them and bowed in greeting. "Lord Cirdan."

"Ah, there you are." Cirdan gestured at Glorfindel. "This is the guest that I mentioned. You might not know each other now, but I believe there are much for you two to talk about."

Cirdan sent a knowing smile at the two confused ellon and excused himself.

Glorfindel studied him for a while. The ellon had (e/c) eyes and bright, golden hair that matched his. His face looked oddly familiar, but Glorfindel couldn't put his finger on it. Could it be...? No, that's impossible.

"What is your name?"

The ellon bowed his head. "Laurion, my lord."

"Laurion," he echoed.

Laurion. His heart skipped a beat. You had once told him jokingly that if you were blessed with a son, you would name him Laurion, Golden Son, or Lauriel if you had a daugther. Both of you wished for children of your own, but such occurrence was rare especially for a union between Elf and Men, so he dared not hope.

"I... may I ask who your parents are?"

Laurion stared at him in surprise, certainly not expecting such question from a stranger he barely knew, but nodded anyway. There was something about this lord that made him feel comfortable.

"My mother was a mortal. Her name was (Y/N). She died many years past, during the end of the First Age. My father was a Lord of Gondolin. Glorfindel he was called, and he also died during the First Age, before I was born."

Hearing this, Glorfindel could no longer contain himself as he finally broke down, much to the concern to the other ellon.

"My lord? Are you alright?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he sobbed.

"My lord?"

"I should not have left your mother alone. I didn't know. I'm sorry," he weeped. He was overjoyed to discover that he had a son, yet his heart broke knowing that you had to endure everything alone.

"I- my mother? How did you know my mother?" Laurion was confused.

"I am-" Glorfindel let out a shaky breath. "I am your father, Laurion. I am the one they called Glorfindel."

Laurion went still.

"My... father? But- but how can this be? Everyone told me that my father died. Mother told me that he died," he whispered. Deep down he knew this ellon did not lie, but all of his life he had been told that his father was gone.

"They spoke the truth. I... I was dead, that is much true, but the Valar gave me another chance at life. I could not believe it myself, but here I am."

"Are you... are you truly my father?" Laurion had always wanted to meet his father, even if it was only in his dream, and now his father was right before him.

Glorfindel reached out a hand to wipe a tear from his son's face. "I am your father. I'm sorry that I couldn't be there for you. Will you ever forgive me?"

Laurion launched himself at his father and hugged him tightly. "There's nothing to forgive... father. You are here now. That is what matters. All shall be well."

They pulled away after a long while and Glorfindel took his son for a walk.

"You look so much like your mother, ionneg."

"Mother told me that I look like you, and I can see why now," Laurion grinned. "Can you... can you tell me more about her? About yourself and Gondolin? She told me, of course, but I would like to hear it from you."

Glorfindel beamed at his son.

"Of course! Now, where to begin? Ah, right. Your mother and I met in Gondolin. It was the beginning of spring. She had arrived in the city with the company of Tuor, and I fell in love with her the moment I laid my eyes on her..."

He spent the whole afternoon telling his son stories of you and your time in Gondolin. As he was recounting one of his tales, he could see your shadow from the corner of his eye, smiling at the two of them.

Be at peace, my love. All shall be well.

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wandas-sunshine · 3 years

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Slice of Heaven (Kinktober Day 11)

Kinktober Schedule

Prompt: Aftercare

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 827 (sorry, I know it’s short)

Warnings: A surprising lack of smut

A/N: This one is short and fluffy, I needed a break from intense smut so forgive me for that. Hopefully you still enjoy. I don’t think gender is ever specified in this one. Tag list is always open.

Sleeping with Steve wasn’t something you ever got used to. He knew your body better than you did, you’d swear it. He never failed to coax you into the highest level of bliss.

Steve’s hands on your body, his lips on your skin; He was a little slice of heaven.

Steve hovered over you, his lips against your neck and his fingers digging bruises into your hips. You were exhausted, breathless, and achy even as Steve sent you hurtling towards your third orgasm of the night. His stamina was dizzying - literally.

You clung to him, a mess of gasps and whimpers as you came around him for what felt like the hundredth time. Exhaustion washed over your body. Steve stayed buried inside you, holding you close and pressing sweet kisses to your cheeks.

“Did so well for me, baby.” He praised. He propped himself up on one arm, the other hand brushed your hair from where it stuck to your face. “Are you okay? Can I go get something or do you need me to stay?”

The gentle brush of his fingertips against your overheated skin, the pure caring adoration in his voice, his lips trailing your neck. It was was all a contrast to the way he’d manhandled tuor during the scene. He’d said cruel things, pushed your to your limit. But now he was making damn sure you knew he loved you, that he was there to take perfect care of you.

“Baby, are you with me?” He asked quietly. Your eyes slowly lifted to meet his and you gave him a tiny nod. He smiled and kissed your forehead. “Are you okay?”

There was a moment of hesitation before you nodded. Steve noted it, but you never lied to him, so he continued on.

“Do you hurt anywhere?” His fingers ghosted over your hip. You nodded again. “Where, baby?”

“My pussy is kinda sore,” You closed your eyes, battling the waves of sleepiness. “And my ass hurts from the spanking.”

Steve nodded and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I have to get some stuff from the other room. Gotta take care of you, okay? Stay awake for me.” He slowly got up and pulled on a pair of boxers. You watched him pad into the connected bathroom.

You fought to stay awake, he’d asked you to after all. He came back a moment later, just as your eyes were fluttering shut. He sat at the edge of the bed and gently nudged you awake. You hummed in protest.

“Here, take these.” He gently pressed a couple of painkillers into your hand and opened a bottle of water for you. You propped yourself up and took the pills only to settle back into bed.

“Sleepy,” You mumbled. Steve chuckled affectionately and gently spread your legs open.

“Not yet, love. Gotta clean you up first. Just a little bit longer, can you do that for me?” He looked up at you and you for him. You winced when the cloth he held swept over your abused hole. He shushed you gently, wiping up the mess the two of you had made. “Roll over onto your tummy for me please.”

He sat back to let you roll your aching body over while he discarded the cloth in the hamper. He smiled to himself once you’d settled. He had the best baby, always so obedient for him. He ran his hand down your back, a silent reminder that he had you, that you were okay.

He picked up a tube of cream, popping the cap and squeezing some into his palm. He rubbed his hands together, warming the cream up before soothing his hands over the raw skin of your backside. You squirmed at the discomfort, and Steve paused.

“Hey, it’s okay. This is gonna help make it feel better.” He promised, returning to his work and massaging the cream into your skin. Once he was down, he stood up and passed you the water again. You shook your head, instead choosing to bury your face in your arms.

“Drink. Finish it up and we can go to sleep, okay?” Steve cupped your cheek and let his thumb brush over your cheekbone. You smiled and gave in, propping yourself up and finishing the water in the bottle. Steve leaned down to kiss your head.

You were half asleep as he cuddled up behind you. His arms pulled you protectively to his chest.

“I love you, you know.” He mumbled against your shoulder. You nodded groggily. Of course you knew, there was no way Steve would ever let you forget.

You’d slipped into a sound sleep, but Steve didn’t move. He continued murmuring praise to you until he fell asleep, just happy to have his precious baby in his arms. He liked the sex, anyone would be crazy not to, but this? This was his favorite part. You were his favorite part. His little slice of heaven.

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