welikeimagines-andfandoms

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Take a Break

Haldir x gn!half-elven!reader

Summary: As a half-elven member of the Galadhrim you feel that you constantly have to prove yourself. Haldir comforts and reassures you.

Authors Note: Haldir won the vote!! I’m glad he won because we all need some Haldir in our lives <3

__________________________________________

The cool night air was biting as it nipped at your exposed skin. You were a half-elf, but your elven lineage did not protect you from the harsh temperature. You wrapped your cloak around yourself, trying to keep in any heat you could. Turning your focus back to the forest, you continued your watch.

The sounds of your fellow Galadhrim laughing as they sat around the warm fire made you long to join them. Technically, your watch was over. You could return to camp and another elf would take your place. No, you remembered. The others could easily stand watch all night. If they must do it, so could you.

From across the camp, Haldir watched as you attempted to block out the cold. Your watch had ended well over an hour ago. He stood and walked towards you.

“(Y/N),” he said, now by your side. “Allow me to relieve you from your watch.” Haldir noticed you shift your weight from one foot to the other.

“Thank you, Haldir, but I’m fine.” You didn’t meet his eyes as you replied. The marchwarden was kind to you, but that didn’t make him any less intimidating. One wrong move and you were afraid he would dismiss you.

“I can see that you’re cold, (Y/N). It is my duty as marchwarden to ensure the health and safety of the people of Lothlorien,” he paused. “And that includes you.”

“Haldir, I promise. I’ll be ok.” You sighed, turning away from him. You expected him to leave, but he didn’t.

“You don’t have to push yourself so hard, you know,” he said quietly. “You’ve proven yourself time and again to everyone.”

“I don’t want the others to think I’m weak,” you admitted. If you had been facing Haldir you would have seen the sympathetic look upon his face. “Especially you.” It was barely above a whisper, but Haldir heard. He placed a hand on your shoulder and gently turned you so you were facing him.

“(Y/N),” he started. “I could never think of you as weak. It saddens me to hear you say such things. I care for you more than-“ Haldir cut himself off. You noticed the red now tinting his face. “Forgive me. I’ve said too much.”

You slowly looked up and met his gaze. “Do you mean it? Truly?”

“I-Yes. I-I do,” he mumbled nervously. “It is not my place as marchwarden to have such feelings for one of my soldiers, but I’ve come to admire you.” He placed his hand on the side of your face, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. “Your ambition. Your strength.”

At his words, you felt your face become heated. “Thank you, Haldir. I’ve...come to admire you as well.” You felt his hand fall away from your face. He now extended it for you to take.

“Does this mean you’ve finished your watch then?” You noticed the quirk of his mouth, ever so hinting of his smile.

“Yes,” you replied, taking his hand.

When you were seated around the fire, you joined the others in laughing as Rumil let out a dramatic groan when Haldir told him to take watch.

“I took watch last night! It should be Orophins turn!”

“Rumil!” Haldir gave his brother a look. As Rumil left to take your place, you and Haldir shared a look and began laughing. Once your giggles died down, you felt Haldir place an arm around your shoulders. He felt you stiffen at the display of affection. “Is this ok?” He asked.

“Yes,” you answered. “It’s more than ok,” you said as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

Oh, you could get used to this.

Tags: @themerriweathermage

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

How your elven lover kisses you/ shows affection 

ℒℯ𝑔ℴ𝓁𝒶𝓈：

in public he’s a model of maturity. He offers you his hand and holds the door. 

Will occasionally place a kiss on your hand or cheek when he can. 

Will put an arm around you if you’re feeling uncomfortable. 

When alone, he’s still gentle and caring. 

Kisses all over your face. 

Cuddles if you want them. 

Thranduil:

he doesn’t care if your in public, he is going to kiss you. 

Constantly pulling you to his chest. 

Would carry you all over if he could. 

Teasing you constantly. 

Alone he’s insane. You’d think he’s been touch starved.

Holds you in his lap

Neck bites 

Long passionate kisses

Falls asleep with you in his arms. 

Haldir:

isn’t big on PDA the farthest he’ll go is gently holding your hand, but only if you ask him to or he senses your uncomfortable. 

Uses a different tone with you than he does everyone else. 

Once it’s just the two of you, he’s a completely different person. 

Snuggles

Lets you play with his hair (always falls asleep if you do)

Butterfly kisses for days. 

Clings to you like a child. 

Elrond:

Will gently squeeze your shoulder as he walks past. 

Soft smiles when no one is looking. 

Not big on PDA. 

once it’s just the two of you, its gentle snuggles usually while he reads you a book or plays with your hair. 

Occasional kisses on the top of your head. 

Is a softy. 

Lindir:   

to the untrained eye, you and lindir just seem to be good friends but there are signs, though only the people he’s really close to can see the signs. 

He shows you subtle PDA by simple acts of service such as bringing you tea or grabbing something from another room that you may have forgotten. 

If you’re sitting at a table, he’ll occasionally take your hand when he knows no one can see it. 

Once alone however, if you aren’t each others center of attention he gets clingy. 

Pulls you away from what you’re doing so he can have quality time with you. 

Goes from soft and submissive in public to straddling you in the bed while placing kisses over your entire body. Is still gentle with you though. 

Then suddenly, he needs you to baby him and hold him tight. 

Loves to play lay with your hair. 

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

His Desires- Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve tells reader how much he wants to be dominated

Word count: 2, 003

“Steve, you don’t have to be embarrassed to share your fantasies with me, in fact I think it’s hot.” You smirk at your boyfriend, biting your lip as you lightly grind into his now covered lap.

You’d just walked in on your boyfriend not just touching himself, but moaning a mix of your name and ‘mistress’ as he humped into the sheets. Walking in on his perfect ass pushed into the air, while his handsome face was pressed into the mattress below, you began to have ideas of your own. If anything, you wanted to continue the fantasy he was having, but he was quick to blush, cover himself and panic out an apology.

“I know, it’s just that I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or you to think I’m weird or anything.” He confessed, looking down to your joined laps as he began to fiddle with the bedsheets beneath him.

“Stevie, darling, I heard you call me ‘mistress’. Is that what you want? Big bad Captain America wants his non-avenger girlfriend to dominate him?” You ask him seductively, grabbing at his hair to force him to look you in the eyes.

“Ye-yeessss-ah, please y/n.” He moaned and hummed at the mix of your roughness with his body but the sweetness of your words.

Humming and smirking at your captain, you began to pick up your grinding again, causing Steve to gasp and moan as he now desperately held onto your hips. Clinging to them, he tried to move you to go faster.

“You be a good boy and tell me all your little fantasies and mistress will make them all come true.” You order the larger man below you, tugging his hair once again to get him to behave.

As your hips stopped their movements, Steve let out a whine at the loss of friction, but being the good boy he is, let go of your hips and looked into your eyes as he began to tell you his desires.

“We-well um, there there’s a lot of new things these days and um… I found out about women, being… dominant to men… i-in the bedroom.” Steve awkwardly explained, his eyes now downcast in embarrassment.

If you were being honest, you’d had similar fantasies yourself. Being able to dominate Captain America himself made you feel so hot. Now with that cute little embarrassed look on his face, you wanted nothing more than to wrap your fingers around his throat and make him beg.

Gently you took his face in your hands and rose his head so he could look in your eyes.

“Don’t be embarrassed, my sweet boy. To be honest with you, Stevie, I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day we met. Every time you rest your head in my lap or cuddle up to me, I just want to hear you begging. You’re such a pretty boy, Stevie and you deserve to be taken care of.”

Steve’s eyes are wide, with a mix of both shock and intrigue. He never thought you’d want him like that and now you’ve confessed you do, he feels like he’s in a dream.

His hands lightly graze along your thigh as they sweetly find your hips, holding them nice and safely.

“The reason I don’t come to the gym with you as often is because I get too hard when I watch you lift weights.” Steve confesses abruptly.

He’s not sure where such a confession came from, but looking in your eyes and hearing your words, he knew he needed to tell you. Hearing such words turned you on so much, and knowing how much you affected him made your confidence skyrocket.

You smirk as you stare deep into his eyes, knowing you could definitely reveal your own little secret.

“Well I’m glad you told me that, Stevie, means I can tell you a secret of my own.” Your smirk widens at his confusion.

“You just close your eyes and mistress will show you.”

When his eyes quickly fell shut, you raced off the bed to your wardrobe, where said secret was hiding.

A couple months ago you had bought a strap on, wanting to have this conversation ages ago, but you just never found the right time. Pulling the unopened box out of its hiding place and placing it on the bed, you watch Steve’s eyes grow with intrigue once again as he takes in what you’re showing him.

“Now we don’t have to go this far if you don’t like, I promise I won’t be offended; but if you want mistress to fuck you, she can.” You explain to him kindly.

“Please! Please fuck me mistress, I need you badly. Please. Please.” He begged you between kisses, as he hurriedly crawled towards you.

Laughing sweetly at his precious pleads, you push him back slightly to look into his eyes.

“Okay, baby boy, be good for mistress and get on all fours with your pretty ass in the air and she’ll get you nice and ready.” You gently command him with a light slap to his ass cheek.

Steve immediately races to meet your command, craving nothing more than to please you and make you happy. Getting the lube from your dresser drawer, you move to stand behind him and admire the view before you.

“You really do have a pretty ass, Stevie.” You compliment as another light spank lands on one cheek and then the other.

“Mmmm thank you, mistress.” Steve moans out, getting excited already from just a couple slaps.

“Good boy.”

Reaching over you open and assemble the strap, ready for later. All the while, Steve sat patiently, keeping his position and staying quiet.

“You’ve been such a good boy waiting for mistress to touch you. Are you ready to open up wide now, baby boy? Get you nice and ready for mistresses cock?” You coo as you gently caress his ass cheek.

“Yes, mistress.” He replies, trying hard to keep his voice steady, your question obviously turning him on.

You simply hum at his reply as you lube up your fingers, getting ready to begin. Gently you apply some extra lube to Steve’s tight hole, the cool gel causing him to jump slightly.

“It’s okay, Stevie. Mistress is gonna put a finger in now. Are you ready for her?” You ask soothingly.

“Yes mistress, please, I need you inside me.” He excitingly pleads, pushing his ass back slightly.

“Okay, sweet boy.” You simply reply, gently entering one finger.

Once that single finger was all the way in, you begin to move it around slightly, gently pushing it back and forth. Steve was barely even stretched and he already felt amazing, light little moans leaving his lips as he tried not to plead or push back. A loud gasp and moan leaves his perfect lips as you gently graze his prostrate.

“Are you ready for another finger, Stevie?” You ask soothingly and seductively.

“Yeess, pleassse.” He confirms with a drawn out moan.

You continued like this for a while, adding a finger, moving it around and stretching him, wanting to make sure he was well and truly ready to be fucked. By the time you could comfortably move three fingers in and out of him, Steve was a moaning mess. He wanted to be good for you and not move his hips too much, but by the way you were playing with him so perfectly, he couldn’t help but push back onto you and hump into your hand.

“Okay, my sweet boy, seems like you’re nice and ready. Would you like to take mistresses cock now?” You bend over to whisper sweetly in his ear.

“Please, mistress! I need your cock!” He loudly pleads, so desperate to be filled and fucked by you.

Smirking at his pleas, you gently remove your fingers and put on the strap. Once it’s on properly and thoroughly lubed up, you line yourself up with his entrance.

“Nice deep breaths for me, sweet boy. Gonna fuck you so hard and I don’t want to hurt you.” You gently remind him as you begin to push inside him.

He listens well as he breathes deeply. His breathing relaxes him, until you’re all the way inside him and your hips meet his ass.

“Mhmmm, well done, Stevie. Took all of mistresses cock inside your tight little hole. You’re such a little cock whore for me, aren’t you? You just want to be fucked by my cock. Who would have thought, the great Captain America likes cock up his ass this much?” You begin to tease him as your thrusts pick up speed.

“Yeeessss, mistress! I love your cock! I need it so bad! Please fuck me harder!” He loudly pleads, desperately bucking into you now.

A harsh hand slaps down onto his ass cheek, as the other tightly grips his strong hip.

“Keep your hips still, you little whore! Keep moving your hips like that and mistress won’t bother to fuck you.” You threaten as another harsh blow lands.

“Yes, mistress! Sorry, mistress!” He loudly apologises, pushing his ass out slightly but now keeping still.

Smiling at his obedience, your other hand now also grips tightly onto his other hip. Silence hangs in the air as he waits patiently and anxiously for you to begin.

Before Steve can meekly question your stillness, you begin move your hips and thrust into him roughly and fast. The brutal pace you set turns the super soldier behind you into nothing more than a sweating and moaning mess. Your nails dig harshly into his hips as you roughly move his hips with your thrusts, commanding his movements to work with your own, simply using him as a way to have power.

With one hand off of his hip, you reach around to his aching cock. Even your light strokes cause Steve to bellow out another loud moan.

“Fuck you really are just a little cock whore, aren’t you, Captain? Filled with mistresses cock and wanting nothing more than to be filled and fucked.” You continue to torment him as your hand leaves his hard cock.

Steve whines from the lack of contact on his cock, which earns him another harsh blow.

“You little whore, whining about mistress not touching his cock? Well why don’t you take care of it Stevie? Keep touching yourself like you were before. Hump into the bed like a desperate little whore while mistress fucks you.” You harshly command.

“Yes, mistress! Thank you, mistress!” He moans out as he begins to manoeuvre his hips to press into the mattress.

Somehow Steve’s moans become even louder as he humps desperately into the mattress below. Knowing he was close to his release, you roughly grab at his hair and pull his face closer to yours.

“You better not cum without my permission, otherwise I will punish you.” You harshly threaten the quaking man beneath you, as you push his head back into the mattress.

“Can I cum mistress? Please! Please let me cum! I need it so badly!” Steve loudly and desperately cries out, tears now forming in his closed eyes.

“Cum for me. Cum all over the sheets like the dirty whore you are.” You command with a few more harsh thrusts.

Those thrusts and your word is all it takes before Steve is screaming out a long and desperate moan, as his cum covers the bedsheets and his stomach.

At his release, your grip on him loosens considerably and your thrusts become more shallow. He continues to thrust into the mattress after his release, riding out his high.

Gently you removed the strap from Steve and took it off, placing it on your desk for now. Moving over to Steve, you sit on the bed and gently take his face in your hands.

“How do you feel, baby?” You ask him gently, rubbing your finger across his cheek.

“Real good.” He stupidly smirks with his eyes closed.

“Okay, baby, let’s get you nice and cleaned up.”

#steve Rogers #steve Rogers imagine #steve Rogers x reader #MCU #MCU imagine #marvel #marvel imagine

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Naughty Captain

PAIRING | sub!Steve x dom!reader

SUMMARY | Your Stevie decided to break your rules and now he's going to get punished.

WARNINGS | 18+ MDNI! smut, porn w/o plot, use of toy, cockring, orgasm denial, captain kink, mommy kink, handjob

            ◃◦---------------●--------------◦▹

He knew he shouldn't have done it. He knew there were cameras all over the house. He knew you could see him fucking his fleshlight. He'd bought it without your permission, he saw it in a video on pornhub and wanted it. He saw how the man was a moaning mess and how fast he came and Steve wanted it. He needed it. He promised to himself that it would be the only thing he'd buy behind your back. He just wanted to try it. So he did.

You came home from work ready to confront Steve when you had the brilliant idea to take him out and use the vibrating cockring on him while out in public.

"Stevie, come here now!" Steve came strutting into the living room you two share.

"Yes?" He said with fake innocence.

"Get in the goddamm bedroom now damnit," you yelled angrily. He ran upstairs to the bedroom with you walking behind.

Now that you're in your shared bedroom, you've asked Steve to pull his pants down.

"What are you doing mommy?"

"Cockring."

"NO PLEASE NO, I HATE IT!"

"Too bad captain, you chose to touch yourself, use a fleshlight, one that I didn't even buy, and now you're gonna get punished for it," You said while kneeling and putting the vibrating cockring on your husband. You made sure to jerk him a few times before to make him hard.

"Now pull your pants up and get in the car we're going to the mall."

After getting in the car, you turned the vibrations to the lowest setting. You even made him drive to be mean. Fuck, he just wanted to pull over and cum. He doesn't regret buying the fleshlight though he's glad he bought it. He loved risky stuff in public.

When you arrived at the mall, your first shop, you hit, was Victoria Secret. You wanted to tease your poor Stevie.

"Stevie, go pick out mommy some lingerie please. I'll be in the second dressing room waiting," you said as you turned the vibrations up.

"Fuc- yes, mommy."

Steve walked in on you being naked already.

"Oh and captain, you're buying all of these since you wanna spend your money, of course."

"I picked out some of the Valentine's collection mommy."

The first thing you picked out from his selection was a black corset with sheer sleeves with pink and red embroidered hearts on them with matching bottoms.

"Fuck, mommy I love it."

"You did good captain," you said as you turned the vibrations half way up.

"Fuck- mommy please can I cum? Please?."

"Stay quiet captain."

He managed not to cum through you trying on your lingerie.

After you Stevie bought the lingerie you had turned the vibrations lower to make sure he wouldn't cum.

Next stop Build-A-Bear.

All you wanted was was a regular bear dressed as your little Stevie.

"Come here captain I want you to pick between the dark and the light brown bear."

"The lighter bear."

You turned the vibrations up because he picked the right choice.

"Good job Stevie. You're doing good for me, now let's pick an outfit."

"Black widow, Thor, or You?"

"Black widow is so hot but I'll pick me."

"Good I agree... with both."

Again you turned the vibrations up even higher.

"Mommy I really need to cum, fuck," Steve whimpered quietly.

"We're almost finished captain, just need to buy the bear."

As soon as you payed, Steve sprinted to the doors out to your 1949 mercury.

You decided to drive this time, you were finally gonna let your poor little captain cum.

"Ok, captain, pull your cock out."

He pulled his cock out as fast as he could. His cock was dripping precum an very red especially the tip.

You finally turned the vibrations up all the way while violently jerking him off with your right hand. You didn't even bother leaving the damn parking lot. You started jerking him off with your left hand while rubbing the palm of you hand on his tip.

"FUCK IM GONNA CUM! MOMMY 'M GONNA CUM!"

"Cum captain."

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck mommy."

He came all over your hands and the seat. He couldn't stop trusting into your hand.

"Thank you mommy."

You wiped him and yourself off and started driving off.

            ◃◦---------------●--------------◦▹

Taglist

Everything:

@lokigirlszendaya

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

And They Were Roommates

Summary: You catch your roommate, Marc, having some private time, and it's only when he comes at the sight of you that something inside you is released.

Rating: nsfw, smut

Warnings/Content: Friends to lovers? Male masturbation, fluffy/soft sex, Marc being insecure at first cuz he hasn't had his chode ridden in a while, some nipple play (f receiving), protected sex (pill), mention of female masturbation, p in v, breeding if you squint, creampie, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).

Word count: 2,275

A/N: Uhmmmm so i accidentally posted this too early, so if you see it please reblog so it reaches others! Thankyouuuu

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

…………......................………………………………….

Marc Spector had always found himself to be a very private man. You're lucky to have even gotten a glimpse at his phone that one time, given how precisely he guards what little personal belongings he has and hides his emotions behind a stone-cold glare.

That's why he always waits for you to go out before he touches himself.

He'd gotten into the habit of it after realizing the wall dividing your bedrooms is so paper thin that he could hear every word the character was saying on whatever show you'd been watching at the time.

The anticipation; the waiting was always the worst. You'd take your sweet sweet time getting ready and checking your shopping list, only to forget something and come back 2 minutes later; luckily, he'd gotten used to that part too. Though, as much as he pretended he hated it, he actually found it quite endearing; a little quirk of yours that made you so fucking adorable to him.

“I'll be back in an hour!” Marc hears your voice echo through the hall, simply responding with a grunt that was somewhere along the lines of ‘alright’. He hears that first front door slam and waits a couple of minutes, before excitedly scrambling to his bedroom, cock already twitching at the prospect of release.

He'd had a particularly hard few days (pun intended), and with you deciding you didn't want to venture out, he was left to let his mind wander, only to blueball-ball himself in the process.

He's quick to grab his earphones and settle down comfortably in his bed, pulling his t-shirt off swiftly and practically ripping his jeans off. It doesn't take long before he's got his cock in hand, fisting his throbbing length harshly as girly moans fill his ears and do wonders for his imagination.

Oh, how he tries not to think about you. He knows It's creepy, and he knows that if you found out you'd probably kick him out with nothing but the clothes on his back, but it's so hard. His thumb swipes over the tip, collecting the beads of precum and spreading it over himself.

You're always so perfect, so gorgeous. The sun always seems to land on your face beautifully and illuminate each of your features. He twists his hand expertly and pulls a string of breathy gasps from his chest as he squeezes the tip.

The way you walk through the living room in just a towel, dripping wet; it's almost like you're tempting him.

He's now frantically thrusting into his hand at the image in his mind, low moans and growls escaping through his gritted teeth as his head tilts back and the tendons in his neck bulge at the stretch. That coil is tightening faster that he can control, his brain foggy with thoughts of you, just you you you. The thoughts are so close that he swears he can hear you calling his name, begging him to ruin your cunt and fill you u–.

A cold feeling runs through his body as his head shoots up, his eyes meeting your shocked gaze. Unfortunately for him, that's exactly what he needed as he's sent tumbling over the edge. Hot white ropes spill from his ruddy tip and splatter across his toned chest, huffed moans and curses falling from his lips as he fucks his hand through his orgasm.

It's only when he finally opens his eyes again that the guilt hits him and he scrambles to pull his boxers back up, trying to put his still throbbing cock away.

“Fuck, I'm so sorry, didn't realise you were there! I- I had my headphones in–.” He pulls them out, trying to wipe the evidence of his sins off of his chest, but your soft hand stops him; yes, you had gotten closer.

You watch as his dark eyes trail up your arm to your face, a cocktail of dread, fear, and… something else, all brewing in his gaze; it makes you want him even more.

“I'm not mad, Marc.”

“Creeped out, then?...”

Your thumb runs over his knuckles, feeling how warm and soft his hands are. “No. I mean, I probably should be, but fuck,” your eyes are drawn to his twitching length fighting against the restraints of his tight boxers. Carefully, you crawl onto the bed, straddling his legs far enough away from his body so he can push you off if he's uncomfortable.

You inch closer to him, “ ‘s this ok?” Hands either side of his thighs, your words are soft and breathy, your eyes gazing at him with a look that is sickeningly sweet.

It makes his head wurl, a tight feeling constricting in his chest as the prettiest girl in the world sits virtually in his lap. “Yes–” his voice breaks, making you chuckle softly. “Yeah, it's more than ok.” His heart feels like it's going to beat out of his chest, and you feel it as you place your hands on his chest to shuffle closer to him.

“You looked so handsome like that, Marc.” You compliment with a smile, leaning in to brush your lips across his and feel him take in a sharp breath. He catches your lips and pecks them with adoration, letting a longer kiss linger on them as you press closer to him still. After a few seconds, he moves his hands to rest on your waist, one running up your back to cup the back of your head as he runs his tongue along the seam of your mouth, and you happily oblige.

Months worth of feelings are poured into the kiss, both of you slowly and softly lapping and sucking at each other's lips before you dissolve into panting messes, biting and licking fiercely as if trying to eat each other whole.

“God damn, Spector, you're a great kisser,” you giggle softly, pulling from his lips to appreciate the shiny and red mess you'd made of him. A familiar growl rumbles in his chest, one that you'd learnt was an appreciative noise rather than something to be put off by.

“You can talk, y'know. You're not gonna scare me off.”

Briefly, you see insecurity paint across his face. It's something that you'd never seen before, a small crack in the otherwise solid structure of his frigid expression. On instinct, you brush his curls from his forehead and cup his cheeks, “I trust you, Marc, it's ok. I'm not here to judge you.”

His shoulders seem to relax as he nods a little, “I'm sorry. I don't do this often, if you hadn't noticed.”

You laugh softly and pat his chest, “that's ok, neither do I,” you smile as you sit back on your heels and pull your t-shirt off over your head. You take his hands gently and place them on your breasts, “none of them were you.”

You swear that you see him change in that moment, your words sinking in and his eyes turning hungry. His thumbs run over your hardening nipples as he surges forwards to seize you in another burning kiss that has you hot and breathless this time.

“Jesus, Marc…” a soft whine is pulled from your lips as he glides his lips down and over your neck, focusing on the pulse point below your jaw by nibbling and sucking softly. He's surprisingly quick at unclasping your bra, and he pulls away a little to admire your body.

“Shit, you're gorgeous,” he mumbles, thumbs running underneath your boobs before they work up and run across your nipples, making a gasp get caught in your throat. “You always have been gorgeous. I always look at you and think ‘fuck how doesn't she have a boyfriend yet?’”

“ ‘Cause I've been waiting to fuck my roommate…” You chuckle softly, feeling him chuckle too as his head dips to your chest and he takes your nipple into his mouth, tongue sliding over and swirling around the hard bud in a way that leaves you grinding against his thigh. Suddenly, your jeans feel so restricting, like they're choking you, stopping you from appreciating any pleasure that Marc offers you, which is why you're quick to unbutton them and slip them off… All while your roommate sucks on your tits.

“God. Do you know how many times I've touched myself hoping you’d catch me?” Your words are breathless as your body rolls against his mouth and a pleased noise from the man reverberates over your nipple. “Left my door open just a crack in hopes my moans would grab your attention, and you'd come and fuck me right…”

He audibly groans at that, pulling away to look at you again while his hands travel to your waistband.

”You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear that.”

He hungrily pulls your underwear down your thighs and off with his own following soon after, leaving you both naked and messily grinding against each other as you're caught up in yet another kiss.

You glance down eventually, being treated with the glorious sight of his thick cock throbbing and spilling pre-cum… Or maybe it's cum from his previous orgasm, either way it makes you clench your toes.

“It's bigger when I'm this close,” a nervous chuckle leaves your lips.

“I know, I know. That's also why I don't fuck much.” He laughs breathily and grips his length at the base, running it between your sopping folds and circling your clit perfectly. You grind down on his tip with a moan and pant.

“We don't have too, if you don't want to.” He reminds softly, pressing a few more kisses on your jaw, but you're quick to shake your head and grip his shoulders, “I need you inside me, Marc. Needed it since the day i fucking met you.”

You certainly don't have to tell him twice.

He's sinking inside you before you can even process his tip probing your hole. It's such a delicious stretch, one that spreads throughout your body and along your nerves. You sink down on him further, wanting to sheath him inside you whole.

You'd like to think that Marc knows you're on birth control, given the endless packets and the way you often rant to him about the imperfections of the drug. You're hoping he knows this, because you're hoping he cums inside you.

“Fucking hell Marc, shit…” You pant softly and look down between your bodies, your hands holding onto his shoulders As he grips your waist and guides you; down down down till you're sat in his lap.

You feel so full like that, and honestly you could probably just roll your hips and cum right there, but it's not long before your roommate is lifting you off of himself just to impale you once again. A rush of pleasure runs through your veins and makes your cunt clench around the girth, both of you groaning as you capture his lips again.

“Dammit… you're lucky you're hot, or I would've kicked you out–ah- for being a creep–”

“You were the one watching me stroke my fucking cock. You liked it deep down.” The man growls on your lips, making a whimper rise in your throat as you nod a little, dumbly. His breath is hot on your lips, each of your moans being swallowed by laboured gasps from the other as his hips rock up.

Although the pace isn't fast, you already feel wrecked. The stretch is so fucking good, and the way he hits your sweet spot everytime has you weak at the knees for this man, your groans turning into gasps and drawn out moans.

“M-arc, honey, I'm not gonna last much longer…” You whine pathetically, but this only makes him move faster, now bringing you down on his cock as he thrusts up harshly and sends waves of pleasure through you as he does so. “That's it, baby. Wanna feel you cum All over my cock; cum all over your roommate's cock… shit, you're so filthy, sweetheart.”

His words have your nails digging into his shoulders, your thighs burning as they finally give up and you let Marc use you, use your cunt for his own damn pleasure. The whole idea has you arching your back, and finally, with your shaky fingers circling your clit, you go crashing over that edge. Your thighs instantly clench together as whorish moans are pulled from your lungs and fill the room, ecstasy washing over you in waves and taking you to a place that you didn't even know existed, not until Marc.

Your clenching cunt is what finishes Marc off, that and the beautiful sounds you make as you come. Your walls milk him dry, taking every drop from him and more as he fills your cunt with that delicious warmth.

You sink back down on him finally and practically collapse into his chest, your arms wrapping around His torso tightly as you try and catch your breath.

The warmth that spreads through Marc's heart in that moment is almost unbearable. It's a feeling he's wanted for a long time, one that he doesn't even know how long will last, but he's sure as hell is not gonna waste it worrying.

You feel his large arms wrap around you tightly, a kiss placed on your shoulder, and then his warm breath sending goosebumps over the back of your neck as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Never took you as a cuddler, Marc Spector.” You mumble softly into his chest, listening to the rhythmic thump of his heart as it slows to a comforting pace.

“I'm full of surprises, sweetheart.”

...........................................................................

Tags 🖤: @boredzillenial @cowboymarcs @chichimisaki @faretheeoscar @fanofstuffidk @minigirl87 @marisferasiop @red-hydra @summonthesoups @steven-grants-world @queerponcho @ominoose @mynamesstevenwithav @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @cupidysm @clemdango04 @flowercrownonapegion @spxctorsslxt

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Would you mind doing some headcanons with the hobbits with a human reader who insists on having them on top so she doesn't crush them by accident? (However you want to interpret that is up to you 😅)

I don’t do requests but this sounds amazing!

All I can think of is Merry and Pippin being like “do it! Crush me!” 😂😂💖💖

#merry #pippin #hobbits #lotr

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Sleepless Nights ⋆.˚ ⭒₊ .

For those out there struggling to sleep, I present to you...

Synopsis:

An elf from Rivendell, you eagerly joined the fellowship. However, many harrowing months into your journey, you constantly find yourself struggling to sleep.

Maybe a confession and a certain blond elf can help soothe your insomnia...

Legolas x gender-neutral elf!reader

No use of y/n

Prequel to Romantic Inclinations, but can also be read as a one-shot

Want to feel truly immersed? Listen while you read Encampment | Forest Sounds 

Content Warnings:

Spice scale: it’s spicy…but like it could also be spicier

Intimate physical touch + allusions to more

Word Count:

1.5k words

Translation Dictionary:

Meleth Nín = My Love

Mellon Nín = My friend

Aman = Blessed Land

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

On tumultuous nights in which Legolas would undertake watch, the Fellowship and seemingly the entire forest would fall into a deep, weary slumber. Despite dozing constantly during your trek across the foothills, much to Gimli's envy, when day finally welcomed the night your worries continued plaguing your mind. You had laid staring up at the stars, knowing exactly which ones would lead you home to Rivendell. Despite the stick digging into your shoulders, it wasn't the thought of a snug bed and safe fire that tempted you, but rather those that you'd left behind. Before you joined the fellowship, there had been whispers of exodus. In the moment you had been hungry for adventure, ignoring the signs, but what if you'd made a mistake? You couldn't help but picture your kin sailing to the Grey Havens, escaping the torment that kept you from a good night's rest.

"Having trouble?" a kindly voice whispered. You briskly shot up, turning towards the source.

He sat back to a tree, vigilantly carving away at a piece of wood with his dagger. Despite your weapons lying comfortably around you; daggers by your ankle and spear by your side, Legolas's bow and quiver remained strapped to his back.

"Well that can't be comfortable," you teased, imagining the feel of a bow poking into your back. Suddenly you felt better about the stick.

"I could say the same thing about your arrangement," his head pointed towards your spot on the floor, eyes transfixed on his work.

"Hm, touché," you smirked, a pleasant silence falling between you.

The woods were immensely calm; the stridulation of insects a harmonious melody drowned out by a singular frog and its stark croak. The tranquility reflected in your companions, whose soft huffs of air you could hear below the crackling of the firewood. Maybe it was your expansive hearing that kept you from a restful sleep. You suddenly couldn't help but envy your newfound friends. Your thoughts were interrupted by the carving of wood as Legolas began to struggle with a corner, sawing forcefully at the bark.

"And what, exactly, are you making at this ungodly hour?" You stared at him with the corner of your eye, feigning annoyance.

"Wouldn't you like to know," the sawing continued.

"Mhm, what an astute observation" you mocked, standing and taking your place next to him, letting your head rest against the tree's homely bark.

After only a few weeks spent together you and Legolas had become settled in each other's presence. Through all of your teasing, you found it incredibly difficult to find anything about him to dislike. This unnerved you in a way, that is, how effortlessly you felt yourself falling for the princeling.

The silence returned once more, but the sawing had halted. You turned your head, finding Legolas already staring at you. His eyes were fawn-like and the tips of his ears began turning pink. Despite his curious embarrassment at being caught, he didn't shy away.

"What's on your mind?" you can feel your cheeks blossoming as the question leaves your mouth, your effort to prevent the blush only making it worse.

"How about you tell me what's keeping you from a good-night's rest," his eyes shone with genuine concern as he returned to his work. You felt the tension loosening, your playful demeanor returning once more.

"And what do I get for revealing such a thing, Prince?" You crossed your arms as if it could shield your fluttering heart.

"Whatever you want," the string was being pulled tighter once more.

You tried to keep your composure, confused as to how he was flustering you so.

"How about...you tell me what you're carving and why?" His eyes seemed to widen nervously at your proposal, only adding to your curiosity.

"Hmph, deal," he reached out his hand, and you leisurely reached your hand out. His handshake was gentle and his palms sweaty.

"But earnestly, mellon nín, what is plaguing you?" he said softer than before, suddenly aware of the others sleeping around the fire.

A sigh escaped your chest before you even registered it. You never told anyone about your troubles, and yet somehow it felt natural with Legolas. You weren't sure how much to say.

"I just...haven't found my sleep to be restful. Not since we left-," you swallowed hard.

You glanced at him as you attempted to compose yourself, expecting him to encourage you with his words. But he sat silently, knowing present in the depth of his stare.

He silently nodded, urging you to continue speaking.

You continued.

"When we first left, I had no hesitancy. And yet, as we continue, both our struggles here and those at home...trouble me," a breath enters your lungs. "I anticipated that this journey would be difficult, yes, but not impossible. The latter grows more apparent every day," you worried as to his response, and suddenly you found the ground to be rather intriguing. You began sifting the dirt through your fingers, soothing yourself as your cheeks turned red in shame. It was unlike you, let alone any elf, to be so vulnerable with another.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder; urging you to look up. Legolas's face came into view, eyes soft and glowing with firelight.

"I'm glad I am not the only one who feels this uncertainty," he smirked, though his eyes appeared more sorrowful than anything. You breathed a sigh of relief, shoulders relaxing all at once.

"We're not meant to lose hope at the prospect of another day not appearing before us-" He halted himself.

"-But, if it's any consolation, I'm glad my last day would be spent amongst all of these wonderful individuals," you chuckled at his words, fighting back a tear. "And if I could visit Aman with anyone...," he paused, seeming to collect his thoughts.

"...I would want it to be with you," his eyes lingered on your face, his demeanor more nervous than you had ever witnessed.

He searched your face for any sign. Disdain, perhaps? Or maybe acceptance.

Your breathing hitched as his eyes dipped down to your lips. Your arms could no longer muffle the sound of your hammering heart.

You were suddenly made aware of the hand on your shoulder, the way Legolas's hair seemed to burn more so than glow, the way his eyes sparkled with moonlight as they looked at you with the reverence of a thousand worshippers.

"Seems we have the same wish," you said quietly. Your words lingered as neither of you moved. Legolas sat motionless, not wanting to back away...or overstep.

You noticed.

Raising your hand to his cheek, you steadily moved your face closer to his. Your lips lingered over his for a second, before you moved back slightly; glimpsing into his eyes, searching for permission, before returning fluidly to his lips.

His lips encompassed your bottom lip gently, before pulling back to look at you. Your heart fluttered as he peered at you with an indescribable sense of wonder; impressing a sense of fey upon him. A smirk appeared on his face as he leaned back into your chest, his lips smashing against yours.

You could feel the string in your heart snap, all semblance of control leaving your body.

His arms wound around the back of your neck, and without a thought you moved your legs around his waist; straddling him as his back was pressed against the tree.

A small grunt escaped his lips as your hips gently made contact with his, the angles of his face sharp beneath your calloused fingertips. He gently pried your hands from his face as his lips trailed down your cheek,

then your jawline-

and then to your barely exposed neck.

You let out an audible gasp as his teeth gently bit into your skin, your hands finding their place in his hair. Legolas began shifting his hips, a pleasurable moan escaping your lips.

"SHHH," the sound emanated from the campfire.

His face leapt away from your neck, searching for the source.

Your hand covered your mouth as you fought back a roaring bout of laughter. Legolas's face was blooming as he held his breath.

Had they heard you? If Gimli had spotted the two of you neither of you would hear the end of it.

You both waited for a moment, searching for any sign of movement amongst your supposedly slumbering friends.

You couldn't believe what just happened. Next time, you resolved to find a more private location.

You let out a sigh, slumping into his chest; arms wounding around his neck as his arms found their way around your waist.

"So...who taught you that," you whispered, giggling to yourself at the thought of his lips on your neck...the claim his teeth had made on your skin.

"A certain, close source, that I shall not divulge," his hot breath lingered on your ear, his voice coarse.

"Hm, so that's how Arwen got those marks,"

"I hope you don't mind, meleth nín,"

"Not in the slightest-" you pulled back slightly, forehead resting against his.

"-I shall wear it like a badge of honor," you kissed him on the forehead.

A certain twinkle shone in Legolas's eyes as he leaned in to kiss the bite mark with enough gentleness to make you cry yet again.

"I think we may awaken the entire forest if we continue," a blush formed on your cheeks.

"Let's get some rest then," he smiled, his cheeks painted crimson at the thought.

You stood slightly, unwinding your legs from his hips. You slid to the floor, resting your head on his now outstretched legs. Without a word, he grabbed the blanket from his side, placing it around your drowsy form.

Legolas began to hum an unfamiliar tune, fingers making lazy strokes across your face. All you could hear was his steady heartbeat and voice, drowning out all else.

Your heart swelled with warmth as you fell asleep in Legolas's arms for the first time.

✩✩✩✩

If you have any criticisms or requests please send them my way! Have a restful day/evening <3

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Omg of course you can do something with the idea if you want! I don't mind at all and the fact you liked the idea so much makes me so happy💕

And I'm also fine with being called girl in like a gender neutral way yk like the same way people say guys to refer to everyone sometimes, so no worries with that either!

-🌱

YEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWW with permission then I present.......

A Failure of Words- Haldir x GN!Reader

Warnings: brief implication of past trauma, GOOFY ELF CONTENT 😌🤙🏻

“What are you going to do, then, shoot it down?”

And you had laughed at that. Was it really so funny? Complaining about a cloud and his brother suggests firing an arrow at it? Haldir scoffed. Surely your giggling was only to respond politely to their inane humor.

You had been excelling in your target practice of late, your skills with a bow increasing thanks to Haldir as much as his brothers, while Rúmil and Orophin were more to thank for your progress in Elvish. Necessity, of course, as he was the only one with any skills in Common, something you had initially bonded over. Yet somehow your simple bond with his brothers seemed...different. Had Haldir himself ever made you laugh so? Had he ever tried?

"Come, now," Orophin addressed you by name, "hit three more targets and we'll show you that old painting of our beloved Haldir!"

Grinning, you took up your weapon again, stretching some exertion from your muscles before you followed the others' motions toward the next dangling piece of chipped wood. Rolling his eyes, Haldir followed.

~

Rúmil struggled several times to pick up the roll he'd dropped, and upon final success at lifting it he thrashed about as if the thing was fighting back. Again you laughed, a hand falling to the table you sat at.

"My father used to do that too- it's as if you knew! I had no idea you two were so funny. I suppose Haldir is the serious one," you teased, gaze shifting to the eldest brother.

All this time he'd thought of them as the ridiculous ones more than himself an outlier. They had not been promoted, neither had bothered to learn the common tongue, both preferred an aimless life in the trees to the ambitions of the world, protection of what they held dear. Not that they couldn't fight, but... Was Haldir himself the outcast? Heart sinking, he gazed around the table, taking in how easily conversation flowed between you and his brothers. Like the breeze. Haldir was the one who had accepted you when you first came to Lothlórien as a refugee, fought for an outsider to stay despite his usual prejudices. The torture you'd had to endure at the hands of your captors made him sick to even imagine, and fortuitously Galadriel had agreed.

He was the only one who truly knew your secrets, and so he had desired to be the first to truly make you smile again; now, it seemed, his brothers had robbed him of that, forced him back into his station as "the serious one". Worst of all, perhaps not the one who would hold your heart.

Instant it was not, but the elf had found himself falling for you more and more during his time as your guide. Watching your wonder as you were led higher and higher into the sun-soaked trees, chuckling at your confusion when you pronounced and repeated new Elvish words. Seeing you bloom like a sunflower finding its roots once more. Always had he struggled with displays of affection, and perhaps that had cost him more than time. Or else this was another challenge for the captain, a new type of battle to undertake: correcting the many times his words failed him in the face of your fair spirit.

"You might be surprised," he finally spoke, interrupting his own whirlwind of thoughts again to meet your eyes, "you are aware, after all, of how much I taught them."

Rúmil and Orophin's heads both tilted, gazing at their eldest brother with new interest. Newly widening smiles. Knowing ones. An unfortunate side effect he would deal with later. For the time being, there were more pressing matters to deal with.

"Of course I am," you replied, taking a sip from your goblet of water, "Tracking, archery... And surely they would not know so much of your history were it not for you."

"And about the beasts of the land, of course." A breeze blew through his hair as he inhaled, next line at the ready. "After all, my name is Hal-deer."

Groaning, Orophin and Rúmil both simultaneously dropped their heads into their hands, shaking them with great disapproval. Lacking fluency though they may have been, they knew enough to recognize such a play on words, and it was clear they did not like it. Too bad- it wasn't for them.

You? Bursting into laughter, you clapped your hands lightly, head thrown back in amusement that had Haldir grinning widely for the first time in likely far too long.

Still shaking their heads, both younger brothers excused themselves, Orophin practically shoving Rúmil away from the table as they scrambled off to refill their drinkware.

"Never have I heard you make a joke, Haldir! Why now? And why one so-" Words failed you, too, inquiry wholly aborted by a fresh bout of laughter. Well did it convey the rest of your question, however.

Suppressing a wince, Haldir willed his smile to return. Wait, perhaps it looked forced. Was he overthinking this? His brothers would probably say yes.

His brothers. "My brothers...they make you happy in a way I seemingly never can. Perhaps I envied them." His voice emerged as little more than a whisper, eyelids fluttering half-shut as if they could conceal him from your vision.

Your brows furrowed at this. Head giving a faint tilt of confusion, you leaned forward, forced his grey eyes to meet your gaze. "I...I confess I do see your brothers differently," you told him, your own voice shy, "I always wished to think of them like my own brothers."

Heart lightening, Haldir replied, perhaps a bit too readily, "You can."

"No," you shook your head, paused, "well..."

It was your turn to drop your gaze, your posture straightening as you gave a supplying incline of the head, clearly hoping Haldir followed.

He did. Did he? Jaw dropping slightly, he reached out a tentative hand, saw that you did not flinch. Lifting up your gaze gently by your chin, Haldir spoke again.

"That you may wish as well, for though my words have failed me again and again it is the very same in my heart. It vexed me not being the one to make you smile, to win you over, when your name had been so inscribed upon my heart. But if you'll have the serious one, he shall have you."

Your answer came in the form of a kiss that had his heart soaring, one a bit too quick for Haldir's liking, but he quite literally had all the time in the world if he wished. He could wait. For once, his words had not failed him.

"Again and again, my Hal-dear," you replied with a devilish grin.

The golden-haired elf let his own face fall into his hand at that one. "I'll not be forgetting that one anytime soon, will I?"

As fate would have it, Rúmil and Orophin designated that moment to return, whooping as they set their goblets back down, clearly having spied upon him through some curtain or another as they often had in their youth.

"Not in the slightest," they answered for you, voices perfectly synchronized.

Taglist: @lokilover476 @fuckyoumakeart @mossthebogwitch @ibabblealot @kilibaggins @joonies-word @stormchaser819 @pirate-lord-of-narnia | Reply/Ask/Message to join 🥰

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

If Boromir called me ‘little one’ just once, I think my depression would be cured and I’d never know anxiety again

#Boromir #little one #anxiety

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Imagine taking your boyfriend Regulus to a muggle carnival

“How is it you’re afraid of a Ferris wheel ‘Mr Slytherins Greatest Seeker’?”

“You’re lucky you’re cute, dear. Just hold my hand and I’ll be alright”

#regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black imagine #Harry Potter #Harry Potter imagine

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Heyyy i just wanna say that I LOVE your writing. Its so so comforting 🫶🫶🫶

Can I request a story/headcanon about how Thorins company/ specifically Kíli would react if (fem) reader got her hair braided by her (non dwarf) friend, and it was just a friendly thing, but the dwarves thought it was a courting braid?

Pairing Fem!Reader x Kíli

Thank youu🫶💗

Omg thanks! Comfort writing is a big honor 🥹

Mission of Misunderstanding- Kili x F!Human!Reader

Shout-out to my girlies in the unbraidable hair community lmao 🤝 Warnings: one minor swear lol, a couple suggestive remarks

One more step and your feet were going to fall off. Surrendering to the burn, you all but fell down onto the log, tilting your feet so only your heels rested upon the earth. A sigh escaped your lips and you didn’t even move when the rustling sounded at your back.

A familiar voice spoke your name. Bilbo. “Are you quite alright?”

“Yes, my friend,” you breathed, “so long as you don’t count anything below the knee. Or my hair. Can’t imagine how much dirt and leaves have gotten in it after all that.”

"Well, yes," Bilbo chided, ever the little mother-hen, "you've got to keep it back. Why don't I braid it for you?"

Your heart burst, and not from exertion this time. "You would do that for me?"

"Of course," the hobbit shrugged, "haven't had much practice of it of late, but certainly I can give it a go for you. I understand. I wouldn't want the mess either. Come here."

Thanking him again, you scooted closer to where Bilbo stood, gritting your teeth for the pain of him detangling your hair, only to relax at the gentle touch of his nimble fingers. Eyelids fluttering shut in contentment, you sat as Bilbo worked his magic neatening your hair up and making fresh braids of it for you. Feet still elevated and aching, but less so the longer you sat off of them. When the hobbit pulled back with a quiet, still-focused finished, your first instinct was to reach up around your head, touching the new set of braids with a widening smile.

"And now it shall be free of my face! Truly, thank you, Bilbo!" Pulling him into a quick hug, you vowed to repay him somehow with a teasing final statement. "Since I doubt you want me to braid yours."

"That is quite alright, thank you," he chuckled, "let's head back to camp before Bombur chases us down, eh?”

Camp was nearby, and still sparsely populated as you approached it. Bofur and Bombur were there building a fire, and Thorin stood a ways aside having a conversation with Balin. Dwalin and Gloin sat playing a game with a rock as their table, and Ori sat knitting. The others, you presumed, were hunting, saddling ponies, or else getting attention from Oin. Thinking nothing of it you sat down again, this time near Dwalin and Gloin, asking who was winning and if they were taking bets just to laugh at their responses. Bilbo helped Bofur and Bombur get set up for dinner a few feet off, propping up sticks strong enough to hold the cooking pot.

Sure enough, the rest of the company began trickling in, Oin, Bifur, and Nori first, the latter two with poultices and bandages. You winced. Perhaps you should complain less about your feet. Next up came Dori and Fili, who each carried one half of a felled deer, shot clearly with one of Kili's arrows. The younger prince had a bag in hand, likely having won whatever silly game determined who got the lightest load. Smiling and meeting his eyes, you gave a quick wave, indicating your amusement at the game behind you with your eyes.

Kili smiled back and waved, then swiveled his head away and back again in a double-take. You found yourself frowning as he averted his gaze to help his brother, blinking as you wondered what that was about. All you'd done was say hello. Not even say, really. Did he think you were making fun of the others?

Perhaps it was nothing, but considering your feelings for the prince, it was everything in your mind. Cycling ideas began overtaking your brain like mist. Had he suspected malice of your joke? Had he simply heard something? Why had his expression shifted so? Maybe he was just worried by what he heard.

~

"What did I miss while we were gone?"

At Kili's words, Dwalin simply frowned, peering at him like he'd thoroughly lost his marbles. "What do ya mean, lad?"

"Did...did anything happen?"

"Took Gloin for a right fool on the card table," the older dwarf replied with a smug look, chest puffing and shoulders widening.

"No," the prince shook his head, "not with you, with..."

Despite the way he trailed off, Dwalin gave him a knowing smirk, crossing his tattooed arms. "Ah, I see," he nodded, "not with me, not with me at all. With the lass, eh? Why, she didn’t greet you with a kiss?”

Having an older brother really steeled one to teasing. Much as Kili wanted to fight, to protest and say oi, quit that or I’ll make you, he knew it was exactly the rise Dwalin would’ve wanted to get from him. Beside the other fact that his elder could kick his ass easily.

“‘Course not,” he replied nonchalantly as he could, “I just noticed someone had braided her hair was all.”

Even Dwalin had cause for surprise at that, dark eyebrows shooting up to his metaphorical hairline. “Just since this morning?”

“Yeah,” Kili replied, trying not to sound as deflated as the words made him feel, knocking the air clean out of him now that he’d said them out loud, “thought maybe you’d seen who did it.”

“Hadn’t even crossed my mind, but I think it was like that when she and Bilbo headed back to camp.”

“Bilbo?” He’d lose to a three and a half foot…grocer? “Well now, I’d not have expected that, eh?”

“I can tell ye don’t actually want to laugh, son.”

Sighing, he finally let himself deflate. Bilbo? You and Bilbo?

~

“I hardly see them talk that much. Do you?”

“Not nearly enough to warrant a marriage. Those take time.”

“I know, Fee.”

“Spark.”

“I know.”

“And I thought you two had it. Not even just saying that because you’re my brother. You know I’m honest with you. The only reason those two would have is both feeling like outsiders, and that hardly seems cause to f-”

“Thank you, Fili, yes. Perhaps I was just wrong. Perhaps she could never have loved me after all. She wasn’t my One.”

“Now, brother,” grabbing him by the cheeks with one hand, Fili pulled his younger brother’s gaze to meet his, “not so hasty. Have you talked to either of them yet?”

“Wasn’t ready,” he mumbled, shaking out of the squishing grasp.

“Well, perhaps you should. Knowing is pain, yes, but it is also the thing that keeps us going in the end.”

Kili dropped his gaze thoughtfully before meeting his brother’s eye again, smiling faintly. “Remember our old espionage days? Maybe it’s time we had another mission.”

“Alright,” Fili nodded and smiled, “for old times’ sake.”

~

“Well hello there, Master Burglar.”

“Whatever it is, I won’t fall for it.”

“Now, now, so dry and for what?” Fili wrapped an arm around the hobbit. “I was just wondering how you you were coming along with…a certain member of the company.”

At that, the hobbit’s face crumpled in disgust. By Fili’s reckoning, Master Bilbo seemed barely interested in romance and certainly not with any of the types he currently ran with. He needed someone more doilies and dishcloths and the lot. You may have been the closest to his type, but still far too much of an edge, far too much indeed.

“I beg your pardon?” Bilbo simply replied.

With a conspiratorial wink, Fili leaned in and whispered your name, glancing back to the hobbit’s eyes, which narrowed slightly. Suspicious.

“Uh, w-well I would say,” Bilbo stuttered, shrugging lightly, “well as we could be, all things considered.”

“All things considered?” Fili’s grip tightened a bit. “There are things to be considered?”

“There are plenty of things to be considered!” The burglar shot back. “Why, is she upset with me? Last I heard, she liked the braids and I made her feel much more comfortable. Have I done something today?”

Blue eyes closing to near-slits, Fili released his grip entirely, arm falling back to his side. “Did she ask you to arrange her hair?”

“She complained about it,” Bilbo replied, shimmying in his newfound freedom and using his released arm to slide his pack closer, “so I offered to do something about it. Can’t imagine that is much of an outrage…oh. Oh, good heavens! No! Oh, no. No. She could be my daughter, who on earth sent you over here to…?”

Blonde brows raising, Fili’s head shot back in surprising hard enough to send his mustache braids swinging. “Wait, so you do know about courting braids?”

“Gloin was just telling me all about his,” the hobbit replied, freezing in place even in spite of his awkward, hunched-into-his-pack-hands-deep posture, “neither of us thought a thing about it. Privately I was hoping she and Kili would do whatever it was to get the tension out there, you know?”

Fili did know. He knew, all right.

~

“Psst! Psst! Hoo! Hoo! Caw!”

Kili’s head snapped up at the sound, dark eyes meeting his brother’s fair head popping from the scraggly bushes surrounding camp. One gloved hand waved wild beckoning at the younger prince. Rising from the rock he’d sat down on, one with a strategic view of some conversation between you, Uncle Thorin, and Balin, Kili strode to the edges of camp.

“Reconnaissance successful,” his older brother hissed.

“What?” Jaw dropping, Kili felt his hands leave his chest and clench in surprise. “That was fast. Nothing for me to do?”

“Not true, brother. Not true at all,” Fili smiled, “your part is far more important. You have to go talk to her.”

With a sigh, Kili nodded despite the heavy clunk of his heart in his chest. All the childhood playtimes were nice and all, but at the end of the day he had to be a dwarf about things. Face his fears, just like Uncle Thorin and his father and even Fili.

“You’re right. Though I dread it in my heart, I must speak to her. Even if my love is never known.”

“I wish you the greatest of luck,” Fili patted his shoulder, smiling eagerly, “and trust me. She won’t do a single thing to hurt you. I know it. Alright?”

Another nod. “Alright.”

Inhale, exhale. One step, then another. It was hard sometimes. Putting on the bravado. Fili was always so capable and Uncle had high standards. Not that he shouldn’t, but…it just got easier to act unafraid of everything. In truth, there was much Kili didn’t understand. Much he feared. Perhaps even his own heart, and that was why he had allowed himself to play games with it for so long. No longer, though.

Crunching across the dry campsite ground, he marched up to you as your conversation ended and asked to speak with you, frowning slightly at the nod Balin and Thorin exchanged. Focusing instead on your gaze, the way your eyes were intent in his and the-admittedly quite adorable-way shock bloomed across your face before giving way to a smile and a nod.

“Of course,” you said, and that was that.

How was it that one little smile from you could simultaneously calm Kili's heart and set it leaping like nothing else? There truly was no denying that you were special. Perhaps Bilbo had seen what was so dazzlingly obvious, too. Guess that wasn't too much of a shock.

You both ventured toward the tree line, stopping next to a particularly sturdy trunk. Eagerness was written across your face as you leaned against the smooth bark, encouraging Kili with a smile he couldn't help faintly mirroring even as tears swam in his eyes.

"Are congratulations in order?"

"For me?" You asked, head tilting and hand reaching to your chest. "Forgive me, but what are you asking? I thought maybe I'd upset you last night, but now I really fear it. Or are you teasing me again?"

All thought was scrubbed from Kili's brain at your words, a thick blanket of confusion draping over the prince's mind and furrowing his brows. Is this what Fili meant? Were you not to hurt him because you thought him cross with you? That hurt a bit in and of itself. Perhaps you'd known he would be jealous. But then again, you had greeted him so casually, giving him a cute little wave when he came back...

"Please," he all but begged your name, "the suspense is just killing me. Is that not a courting braid you've been given? I know it is new as of yesterday."

"Is that why you looked so perturbed? Courting...courting braid? Kili," you laughed, "my hair was full of sticks and leaves and all manner of muck, so Bilbo detangled it and got it out of my face for me! Bilbo could be my father!"

Still a bit shaky, but Kili's face surrendered a smile at the teasing smack you gave his upper arm. "Oh, forgive me for being a dwarf," he shot back, "I was hardly the only one who noticed."

"But you were the only one who was jealous," you teased him back, "is that not right?"

Kili could tell by the faltering smirk you gave, by the dart of your beautiful eyes, that you did not truly believe it, but by Mahal, you would when he was done with you.

"Madly," he agreed, eyes boring into yours, "never let anyone but me braid your hair again."

Eyebrows shooting up to your hairline, you peeled yourself from the tree as if to get a closer look. "Kili..."

"I mean it," he implored your name once more, gently taking your shoulders in his hands, "please. This isn't a joke, but if you'd like me to convince you..."

Surging forward, Kili closed the gap between you two, his lips soft against yours and stubble pleasantly tickling against your skin, which shifted as you moved in response to his kiss. Your hands found purchase in his hair, tangling in it and eliciting a sound Kili was too focused on you to be embarrassed about. When you finally pulled away for air, he pulled you back, resting his forehead against yours with a growing smile.

"So, you convinced?"

Your eyes glittered with mirth, joy, mischief...perhaps even love, and Kili knew he should have never doubted you were his One. "So convinced I practically want you to rip out all of Bilbo's work and do it over again yourself."

"You don't have to tell me twice."

Taglist: @lokilover476 @fuckyoumakeart @mossthebogwitch @ibabblealot @kilibaggins @joonies-word @stormchaser819 @pirate-lord-of-narnia @datglutengoblin | Reply/Ask/Message to join 🥰

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

What Type of Kisser are The Hobbit Characters?

Did this for LoTR, it’s only fair 😉 also I accidentally did Lindir’s on that one so yes his is copy paste 🤕 warning: a wee bit suggestive at times 😄

Balin

Likes to take your hands in his first, forehead butting against yours as he pushes further, tilting his head into yours as your lips connect. Kisses you with no need for air- you are his air, water, light, the very earth he stands on and he will hold fast to you ad long as he can. Not one to initiate exploring, preferring the soft, warm connection you provide right then and there. You do feel a bit of a smile creep onto his lips when you initiate something deeper, one of his hands leaving yours to cup your cheek.

Dwalin

Teasing is his specialty, the tattooed dwarf consenting to a kiss, only to give you the slightest of pecks and pull away with a smirk or cheeky grin. 'Tis only for his love of the way you either pout or opt to yank him back in, and once you do that, good luck. You are caged in his strong arms, pushed against a tree or a wall as Dwalin claims your lips with reckless abandon. Expertly prying your lips apart for entrance he takes full advantage of, he just can't wait to see the flustered look upon your face and shrug and tease you that he gave you what you wanted...did he not?

Thorin

Loses sight of everything else when you are in his arms, bewitched by the curve of your hips beneath his strong hands and the desire in your gaze upon him. He pulls you in forcefully, but the feeling of the king's lips upon yours is the softest bliss, even as his tongue pushes through to reunite with yours. Shifts you in his arms, moving with subtlety to plant a leg between yours as he gives his long, savoring kiss. In Thorin's secure hold, you feel prized and loved, like naught in the world could compete with the love he has for you, the love he communicates so deeply even without a single word.

Oin

Whispers the most unique, funniest nothings between kisses, leaving you both giggling into the next one. He loves it when you hold his head in your hands, fingers gently tracing down the sides of his cheeks and to the edge of his beard. Holding you gently about the waist as if you were made of the most precious yet fragile glass, Oin moves his lips against yours like an expert, always seeming to know exactly how you want him.

Gloin

For as roughly as he pulls you in, his lips are so gentle, all but reverent to yours as his motions begin. Eager, though, pulling you closer and gradually ramping up the pace if you let him. Keeping one hand on your hip and the other tangled in your hair, Gloin will have you feeling utterly claimed. His tongue swipes quickly across your lips, gaining entrance and asserting immediate dominance; if you fight back for it, though, you’ll feel him smile into your parted lips.

Bifur

Butting his forehead against yours has become the signal that Bifur wants a kiss, and the grin you receive upon assent is one of the sweetest things you've ever seen. Upon your acceptance he surges forward, closing the gap; his kiss is rough, hasty, eager. A battle with naught but two victors, no real strife to be found as you both strike in perfect harmony. Expect a cheeky look after, no doubt with great pride at the way he surprised you with a nip!

Bofur

Thoroughly addicted to your lips, particularly upon his. Kisses you again and again, never just once and never without your bodies being thoroughly intertwined. Bofur's arms will be around you, one keeping you steady by the lower back and the other across you reaching up to your shoulders. Don't be afraid to let your hands roam as well, at least not if you want to feel Bofur smile, claiming your lips with even greater depth and passion.

Bombur

Sweet as they come, often pressing kisses to your cheeks and maybe your nose before moving on to your lips. Smiles into every. Single. Kiss. He shares with you. Likes to be holding hands, often both of yours in fact rather than holding you. Until, that is, you make to deepen the kiss, then like a spell he is releasing his hold upon your hands, grip shifting to gently hold the small of your back instead. Lovestruck at every turn, any stop or pause yielding a stare into your eyes like you fashioned the very earth, hung the stars above. You certainly did place the ones glistening in Bombur's eyes, after all.

Dori

Loves starting with kisses to the back of your hands, gentlemanly and so full of love and admiration your heart will be bursting before he even leans in to connect your lips. Gentle, almost hesitant in his motions, kindly surrendering to your whims and matching your pace. If he has his way, though, he prefers quick, sweet kisses, little tastes of your lips to some messy affair of exploration. Kissing you is like the most special little treasure he is always trying to save for later.

Nori

Whirlwinds of sensation, of hands upon your body and lips challenging yours with their pacing. His hands often settle at your hips, running up and down your sides and bringing smiles to his kiss if you shiver beneath his touch. His game is trying to make you gasp, be it with a swipe of his tongue or more likely a nip to your lips, so he can slide in and deepen the kiss that much more. Fast to start, long and breathtaking just about every single time it is continued. Even shorter kisses are sweeping, often literally as you’re dipped down for them.

Ori

Two interchangeable moods here: either pulling you in for one long, echoing kiss, holding fast as possible until a needed break for air, or else it simply will not just be one kiss. A peck, then another, then another until Ori is devouring your lips again and again. His hands tend to reach for the sides of your face, loving attention paid to its structure in his caresses and hold. Every soft motion an attempt to etch the feeling of your lips on his in memory, ingrain your every touch and shape in his mind for the rest of his days.

Fili

Unafraid to hold you up entirely as you kiss, his hands beneath your thighs and yours steady upon his shoulders. Mustache tickling you as he presses his lips to yours again and again, both of you breathlessly smiling. Gives you a little squeeze as he swipes the seam of your lips, requesting to ignite your passion further and all but starting up a dance when you let it spark. Lowers you only to dip you for one final kiss, soft but long, loving, appreciative of all that you give to him. Giving in return, his drawn-out kisses are thanks for shining in his life.

Kili

Trails kisses all the way up your arm, shoulder, to your neck, and finally your lips. Kissing Kili is almost like a game, a playful push and pull of your lips as he surrenders to you then surges forward again. His hands grip the small of your back or find your hair, and he loves the feelings of your hands running through his as well. Teasingly licks at the seam of your lips just to feel how you react, unable to resist a smile at your parting lips before he dives in.

Bilbo

Longing in his gaze, the hobbit cups your cheek a bit shyly, peering into your eyes for the briefest of moments before closing the gap between you. Nuzzles his nose against yours with great affection. Slowly, sensually, Bilbo savors the taste of your lips on his, taking all the time in the world to enjoy it before coming undone, forgetting himself as he gets lost in you completely. Gasps into your lips if you surprise him with a new pace or with your tongue, but know that it is a sound of gratitude and nothing more.

Lindir

Shy at first, always seemingly wondering where to put his hands as they hover. The moment you deepen the kiss, though, they’re glued to your waist like they’re meant to be there. His motions are soft, delicate, intentional as if you were his latest artwork. Goes absolutely weak in the knees if you wrap your legs around him, his hands moving like they have minds of their own to hold you up even though his has completely blanked, knowing only this feeling of you fully his. Happier than anything to let you lead, moving in total surrender to your wonderful will.

Thranduil

Takes you in his hands by the chin or the cheeks, fingers tracing along the curves of your face as his wicked grin grows. Dives in slowly but forcefully, utterly claiming you at first touch and smirking into your mouth when your body alternately tenses and relaxes. Sends sparks down your spine with the way his tongue twirls yours, moving expertly with an almost lazy cool. As if enjoying you is his very birthright and here he is to finally take it.

Bard

Pulls you against him, reveling in the feeling of your hands upon his chest. Kisses harder if he feels you tug on the lapels of his coat, acquiescing to your every unspoken command. Quick or slow, Bard’s greatest desire is to feel the connection between you, so if you would like to explore, please let him know. His motions therein are slow, hesitant, but delicious in a way unique to the bowman himself. Every kiss is like a heartful goodbye and a soaring reunion all in one.

Beorn

Soft, unbelievably gentle despite what everyone would say. Like all of nature you are something beautiful, something to be cherished and protected. Harmonious always, respecting and following your pace be it fast or slow- nothing is initiated that you do not show need for. Even the languid movements of his tongue against your lips or within their confines are somehow peaceful, grounding even as they are exciting, making you feel anchored to the moment’s warmth and significance every time.

Taglist: @lokilover476 @fuckyoumakeart @mossthebogwitch @ibabblealot @kilibaggins @joonies-word @stormchaser819 @pirate-lord-of-narnia @datglutengoblin | Reply/Ask/Message to join 🥰

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Hey, babes!

Honestly I have brain rot for the idea of the ‘woman of the group does sexy dance to help mission’ trope and like LOTR boys. I also have brain rot for them hearing her sing ‘I Wanna Make Love To You’ by Etta James.

Anyway can I request the elves reactions to reader do a sexy burlesque/strip style dance? Like they in the audience and how they’d react.

By elves I mean: Elrond, Lindir, Thranduil, Legolas, Haldir and Arwen

OK I’M YELLING (I went ahead n threw our girl Galadriel in there cuz gotta catch em all right? 😁) there’s not really a mission lol but hope this does it justice! My latest D&D session the other night ended with burlesque performance so this feels like the perfect time to post this hehe

The Elves Reacting to F!Reader’s Burlesque Performance

Warnings: suggestive obviously 😆

Thranduil

Sure, he knew you’d all but been dared to set foot upon the stage, but something in your resolute expression and the long robe you wore had Thranduil’s eyebrows raising. Nary did he expect the way your hand shot out, grabbing the pole the moment the lights dimmed, or the way your robe dropped, revealing the lowest-cut, highest-slit dress he’d ever seen you in. Breath hitching, he watched as a long wave of fabric draped between your gorgeous legs, which wrapped around the pole as you climbed it. Eyes darkening as you spun, he could hardly help imagining what, or whom, else they could wind around so, and if he would ever be so blessed to see the confident air overtaking you again…

Legolas

Frowning, Legolas disappeared further into the gathering crowd. Gimli was the one who’d dared him to attend the show, telling him he was sure no pointy-ear could handle it. How could it be so, simply a performance? The crowd looked far too eager for you to be putting them into any sort of- oh. You emerged onto the stage, forearms and down covered with feathers like the wings of a great bird. Your legs were almost entirely bare, skirt minimal and bodice little more than a corset. Twirling and pirouetting into poses the woodland prince could only describe as suggestive, you beamed innocently at the crowd and hid behind your feathers, lashes fluttering. Another performer emerged behind you, hands on your waist and fingers deftly loosening your corset… Gripping the arms of his seat tighter, Legolas leaned in, a yearning in his own fingers readily accepting his friend’s latest challenge.

Haldir

A dancer you were. That was a known fact whispered among those familiar with you, often calling you something of a knife-dancer. Curiosity got the better of Haldir when scandal colored whispers of your performance right outside the woods. Was it dangerous, perhaps? Pride flowed into the little smile of anticipation he wore as fast-paced music filled the room and flames were snuffed, leading you to slide gracefully into the dim. Crouching, you crawled to the edge of the stage with a bloodthirsty grin that sent shivers down Haldir’s spine. Flicks of your wrists revealed your famed blades, which you twirled, tossed, and dragged gently along the length of your tongue. Brows raising, he found himself leaning forward with new interest. What sort of dance was- Coherent thought ceased immediately when you tossed your blades, caught them, and began slicing away at purposefully shoddy seams upon your outfit, revealing more and more until the elf was on the edge of his seat…

Galadriel

Hearing of a new form of entertainment served only to pique Galadriel’s curiosity and draw her from her frequent solitude. After all, if it was making her people happy… She did not expect to see a lone performer upon a platform, elaborately feathered fans covering most of her figure, but there you were. Clad all in white, at least from what she could see near your feet, you slowly closed the fans. The long swaths of fabric that hung near the ground begun only at your hips, the expanse of your legs utterly bare as you extended them, moving gracefully across the stage as your fans accentuated every curve and undulation of your body. Jerking, you rotated, hips swiveling as you happened to face the Lady of Lórien, and watching you through her lashes Galadriel felt a devilish smile rise to her lips. She saw exactly why there had been such a buzz…

Lindir

There had been talk of you giving a performance of some kind, but all Lindir had been able to retrieve on the subject was that he should quite like to be in the audience, so with a light heart he shuffled into the crowd, pleased to be quite close to the stage set up for you. Perhaps you’d learned a new instrument under his nose and wishes to surprise him with a performance! Perhaps- You slunk to the center clad in, oh dear, quite a sheer skirt. Feeling a rush of heat to his face, he tried to focus upon the swell of music, largely successful until you ripped your top off, hips swinging lower as your layers thinned and thinned… You froze momentarily, wearing little more than your corset, and made direct eye contact with Lindir, whose eyes widened and body felt quite faint. Slowly, deliberately, you took up your dance once more, grinning at him as you began unlacing the back of your garment. His hands shot up, half-covering his face, but he couldn’t help himself peeking again and again.

Elrond

Housing a troupe of performers was certainly an unusual set of circumstances, but not in the slightest beyond the reach of the great homely house. Indeed, at encouragement from Lindir to let music fill his halls, Elrond acquiesced to a performance, unknowing of the so-called ‘dancers’ who would emerge after the exuberant wind section. In fact, it wasn’t until they called you out that Elrond’s eyes widened, brows expressive as ever as they flexed in great shock. You were lowered down on ropes, sitting with your legs largely bared and swinging. Garments- quite the loose term- of drapery covered the rest of your form, but as you leaned back in your swing, you began twisting, swiveling, removing one veil after another… Elrond found himself looking this way and that, but his eyes could never leave you for long. Feeling his gaze darken and his hands flex, he wondered what he had gotten himself into…

Arwen

How scandalous could it be? Many a friend or even a family member or two had rolled eyes and whispered harshly about your performances, but Arwen was not afraid. No matter what it was said to be, she would experience it for it to be so in her mind. Thus she found herself in the audience of the very subject of contempt, the somewhat smaller ratio of maids to men not lost upon her. A great fount was all Arwen could see at the center of it all, at least until one bare leg slowly arched from its edge. Blinking, Arwen watched as it was followed by another, each of them kicking some water onto the crowd before your hands gripped the other side, flipping over to render most of your body visible. Hanging from the sides, you swiveled your hips, head innocently rested upon your folded arms as if your…ahem…rear end were not moving so. Sitting up, you let go, dropping back into the water with a splash before emerging again and grinningly tossing water on more patrons. Arwen found herself mirroring your expression, following your every motion with interest and a strange sense of elation.

Taglist: @lokilover476 @fuckyoumakeart @mossthebogwitch @ibabblealot @kilibaggins @stormchaser819 @pirate-lord-of-narnia @datglutengoblin | Reply/Ask/Message to join 🥰

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Please Love Me- Bucky x Stark!Reader

A/N: I didn’t mean for this to be so angst filled 😅

Summary: Bucky looks after you after a bad fight with you dad Tony Stark

Word count: 887 words

“He doesn’t care about you! All he’s gonna do is treat you like a housewife and an idiot! He’s a bad person and he doesn’t love y-“ You cut your father off with a slap across his face. You can take a lot from the man before you, but saying Bucky didn’t love you was too far.

“Wow guess he’s already rubbed off on you.” Tony glared at you.

“Yeh he has. Don’t you dare ever say that he doesn’t love me. He treats me with more respect and kindness then you do. You can just fuck off!” You glare right back at him.

The tears that brimmed in your eyes began fall as you stormed out of the lab, needing desperately to get away.

“If you go to that murderer tonight, don’t think of coming back.” He called after you.

This made you stop in your tracks. You and Tony had fought before, it was only natural, but he had never told you that you weren’t welcome. In that moment you knew where you’d be most safe and loved.

“I guess I’ll have to pack a pretty big bag than.” You declare.

Your voice shaking and tears run down your face as you look into your dads eyes, but you keep your head high, refusing to seem weak in this moment.

With that last comment you turn and leave quickly, before he can get another word in.

By the time you get to your room, your eyes are so full of tears you can barely see your phone as you text Bucky. You couldn’t be here anymore and you knew he’d be there for you.

Packing as much into a large duffle bag as you can, you wait for Bucky to text you that he’s there. You choked down your sobs as you began to pack away your life into the bag. This was the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make but you knew it was for the best.

As soon as you zipped the large duffle closed, you got a text from Bucky saying he was there. Throwing the large bag over your shoulder, you make your way down to the street below.

“What’s happened, doll?” Bucky asked sweetly, as he gently cupped your cheeks.

“I don’t want to talk about it just yet. Please just take me home.” You sob as you push your face into his hand.

“Okay, baby. Hop on and I’ll take care of you.” Bucky comforted, sweetly kissing your lips as he hands you a helmet.

Straddling his bike, you tightly wrap your arms around his torso with your head pushed into his back. The tears blinded you as your grip around him tightened the whole ride, and your body shook.

**********

Finally arriving at his apartment, you push him against the wall in a heated and desperate kiss. A need to feel him and have him love you coursing through your veins.

“Baby, while I love this, you still need to talk to me about what happened.” He told you worriedly. Gently cupping your face he looked into your eyes with love and softness.

That very look in his eyes had you breaking into tears once again.

“Please just love me, Bucky. I’ll tell you everything later but please just love me for now.” You beg him, staring up into his sweet eyes.

Staring down at you with a mix of sadness and love in his eyes, he leant down and picked you up from the backs of your thighs. Smiling into his neck, you began to kiss and nip at the sensitive skin there.

Sitting you both down on the couch together, his hands went to your ass, as you dug your fingers into his hair, pulling him in for a heated kiss. As the kiss gained momentum and became a mix of heated licking and biting, you began to grind down onto his lap, causing him to moan into the kiss.

“Ooohh, princess, you keep moving your gorgeous hips just like that.” He moaned into your neck as he guided your movements.

Having a wicked idea that you knew would make you feel better, you push Bucky away from your neck and back onto the couch. His look of confusion quickly turned to arousal as you ground your hips deeper and faster into his lap.

Looking deep into his eyes and biting your lip, you slowly removed your top, leaving you in just your bra and jeans.

“Fuck, baby, you are so perfect.” He growled.

Pushing his fingers into your hair, he pulled your face into a heated kiss. With one hand in your hair, the squeezed at your covered breast.

“Say you love me.” You plead as you lean your head against his, the mood now turning less heated and more gentle.

“I love you, princess. You’re mine forever and I’ll be here for you forever. I love you, y/n.” He spoke earnestly, foreheads now touching and looking into each others eyes.

Your grinding stopped and your tears began to pool again as you looked into his eyes, so filled with love and care.

“I love you.” You gently weep to him as you close your eyes and his arms begin to snake around your middle, pulling you in for a sweet and loving hug.

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #MCU #MCU imagine

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Idk if you write for him but pegging obi wan?

Obi would need a while to fully give up control.

The first few times his lover pegged him, he had control over them. The pace, the movement.

He enjoyed it, but he'd enjoy it more once he fully lets go.

Likes to be on his back, watching his lover fuck his ass. Seeing their sweat drip down their body, and the way their stomach moves as they thrust.

Obi would turn into a blushing mess, begging for more, begging to be fucked deeper.

If they touch his cock while they fuck him he may just cum then and there. The feeling of his lovers hand around his cock and the strap against his prostate is almost too much.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Heard it through the grapevine

sorry guys i been so mia i literally have been in a weird funk but here’s a longer fic for u thrandy lovers and lmk if u want a part 2 maybe???

kisses to everyone, enjoy my elf sluts💋💋💋

Pairing: Thranduil x human!reader

Summary: reader keeps receiving gifts at her balcony, she has no idea where or who they’re coming from, she’s determined to find out…

Warnings: mild spicy content nothing crazy though

Category: fuck idk, fluff/hot n steamy?

Word Count: 2.1k

—————————

“strawberries and grapes this time!”

You shouted out to Tauriel who sat on your bed. She was just as intrigued with these series of gifts you’d been receiving. You both have been trying to narrow it down to who it could be, there was very few elves in this realm who spoke to you but the few that did, didn’t seem interested in you. So they were kind of at a dead end, yet the gifts never stopped.

You lifted the white basket off the floor of the balcony where they always were delivered, somehow unnoticed. You sighed and set the basket on the bed next to Tauriel as you both opened the note together. The thought of having a secret admirer was quite endearing, however it seemed a bit childish almost..but very intriguing nonetheless.

“read it out loud! i can’t do it!” you giggled as you handed Tauriel the note and she laughed with you, sharing the excitement. She cleared her throat dramatically and gave you a slight smirk before looking down at the note and she began to read.

“the grapes of the finest wine, the strawberries of the finest vine. for a woman oh so devine.”

She spoke out in a teasing tone. Your face heated up in embarrassment, these poems were always so corny, but who could be so brave enough to share them with you! “oh my, Tauriel..that is absurd” you laughed and shook your head.

You took the note from her and examined the hand writing, trying to get some kind of idea of who it could be! You thought for a moment, the gears in your brain turning ferociously until you tilted your head and looked at Tauriel.

“grapes from the finest wine…finest vine…Tauriel, arent these fruits from the private garden??” you spoke, picking up one of the grapes, it was bright purple, these were the grapes used to make the town wine. Tauriels eyes widened and nodded, they were in fact from the private garden! well this is something at least. “yes those grapes specifically are kept in the furthest corner, only very few people are allowed in that area” she told you, picking up the strawberries. “these are also from the same area. finest fruit indeed” she sent you a teasing wink and you just rolled your eyes at the elf’s childishness.

“are you able to get me a list of the people who are allowed to enter this area of the garden?” you asked her hopefully and she chuckled a bit, causing you to tilt your head in confusion.

“when i say very few people, i mean very few. grab something to write with.” Tauriel told you and you wasted no time scurrying off to find a quill and paper. Once you returned, you handed it to her and she began writing. you were nervous to see who was on that list, hands fidgeting eagerly as you hovered over her shoulder.

Six names were written on the list, this was amazing news. You snatched the paper from her hand and scanned your eyes over the list, it read:

Thranduil

Legolas

Lesysus

Elrond

Haldir

Aman

You were beyond perplexed. This list only made things even more difficult. The first thing you did was process of elimination. Elrond, he was in rivendell currently. Haldir, who was also with Elrond in rivendell….and that was it.. okay so six to four, not bad. But these were royal figures of the realm! There is no way any of these elves were even close to possible..

You looked at Tauriel who gave you a sympathetic look, she could tell you were stressing yourself out over this.

“do not dwell on it, my friend” she spoke gently, and you sighed deeply, setting the paper on your table and looked out the arched window of your chambers. “this was fun until now” you grumbled to yourself and looked down at the paper once more. “I think i’m just going to give it a rest, it’s clear whoever is doing this doesn’t want to be discovered so i suppose i’ll respect that” you told Tauriel and she quite literally laughed in your face, in a friendly way of course.

“i really love your optimism but we both know you’re not giving it a rest. just sleep on it, maybe you’ll get an idea soon.” she stood from your bed and gently rubbed your arm in reassurance before taking her leave.

You on the other hand, had a plan. A very determined one at that. You were going to do a steak out, spying over the royal garden! How incredibly stupid of you, but if the elf who was doing this was allowed in there, you saw no problem with taking a peek…for the entire night.

It was late now, nearly one in the morning, you decided it was a good time to go and spy on the garden. Tauriel had showed you a way to climb up into the trees to look down upon mirkwood, you figured this was perfect, that’s if you don’t get caught and probably executed. You chuckled to yourself at the thought as you threw on an elven cloak, putting the hood up and dressing yourself in your darkest garments to blend in with the night.

You may have been human but you had lived with the elves long enough to pick up on their gracefulness and swift movements. you swung from branch to branch, getting high enough in the twisting tree, maneuvering until you had a good view of the garden. You were crouched on a branch, quite high enough to go unnoticed hopefully. You hadn’t really thought through how long this would take but there was no going back now.

Three hours had passed by and your legs were beginning to ache so you moved to a simple sitting position, legs dangling off of the tree branch you sat upon. Your head snapped in the direction of the garden after hearing some noise, then you saw a shadow of a figure enter the garden. God damned elven sight, that was the one thing you didn’t have. It was simply too dark to see who had entered the garden, you were squinting and squinti-

“i know you are there, young one.”

A deep voice boomed through your ears and your eyes widened. They could see you? They knew you were there? This is ridiculous! Your mind raced but kept quiet until you heard the voice again.

“there’s really no use in hiding if i’m fully aware of your presence. come down. don’t be rude now.” the voice spoke again, you stared at the dark figure and sighed. Carefully jumping down the tree, landing on the top of the brick wall that separated the garden from the forrest then hopped down to the garden, standing slightly behind the very..tall figure. “i apologize, i was- i was…” you couldn’t even make up an excuse, you just accepted your fate at this point.

“you were spying on my garden? for a very obvious reason that is..” his voice was now VERY familiar to you, your face went white and your blood went cold. You’d just been caught red handed by the king. You watched him lift his arms and pull his hood down and slowly turn around to face you. He wasn’t wearing any kind of crown, not even a circlet. His white hair fell down his shoulders along with his hood and he stared down at you intensely.

“m-my lord.” You began to bow but he held up a hand, halting your movements. You obeyed and stood straight, looking at him.

“i see you’ve been receiving my gifts well. a curious one you are..” he said, a bit of amusement laced in his words. If he was being honest, he was quite impressed with your little idea, however he assumed it was only a matter of time.

“and please, call me by my name” he asked, stepping closer to you.

Your heart had fell all the way to your stomach, Thranduil was your secret admirer? this cannot be. you didn’t believe it for a second. That was until his hands reached up to pull your hood down, revealing you to him. “you are quite breathtaking, even in the darkness.” you could feel his index finger ghost over your cheek, the blood immediately rushing to your face causing you to blush deeply at his simple actions. The presence of the king was usually a lot more intimidating, but this felt almost..intimate?

“why me?” you asked quietly, looking him in his eyes despite it being quite dark, you were still able to make him out clearly.

He let out a low chuckle and dropped his hand back down, clasping his two hands at his front elegantly. “you think because you are mortal, that i cannot pursue you? i’ll have you know, i’ll pursue who ever i see fit..” he told her truthfully. He’s had a fascination for the girl for quite a while, though she had no idea of it.

He brought a hand up to your chin, gently lifting your face up so you can look at him properly, and so he can admire his sweet human. your face was warm and beet red, you were beyond flustered and truly had no idea what to say. “you wish to pursue me?” you asked him with a little bit of disbelief behind it and he simply nodded. God Tauriel would lose her mind if she seen what was happening! Your heart was beating rapidly, his touch felt like a dozen swans on a sweet pond. His thumb swiped over your jawline tenderly, causing you to take a step closer to him. He was more than pleased by this.

“i’ve desired you the moment i laid my eyes upon you” his hand was now cupping your cheek, his fingers threading through the hair behind your ear. “Thranduil..” was all you could muster up. He had you weak in the knees from a simple touch, it was quite cruel really. He absolutely loved the way his name sounded on your tongue, causing him to take a deep breath the calm himself down before he did something he regretted.

“will you have me?”

You placed a hand upon his chest, feeling his breath hitch in his throat as you did so. You slid your hand up, never breaking eye contact, feeling the porcelain skin of his neck as your hand continued higher, allowing it to rest on the back of his neck, your fingers nearly tangling in his perfect tresses. “i don’t want anyone else..” you told him and his caused his grip on you to tighten only ever so slightly. His thumb ran over your cheekbone before he dropped his hand, you were almost disappointed until his hand was now on your waist, pulling you against his own body.

Your body was on fire in this intimate moment, you were crumbling at his hand. He could tell you to jump off of the highest cliff and you’d comply without question. His head lowered down to your ear, his lips barely ghosting over your earlobe. “you keep me up at night, young one..” he purred, you could feel his warm breath against the skin of your neck.

You gasped at this and leaned your head to the side absentmindedly at his action, he took this as a delicious invitation as his head fit perfectly in the nook of your collarbone and neck. His lips connected with your skin, leaving open mouthed kisses to your neck, then unclasped your cloak, allowing it to fall to the ground. his free hand pulled at the material of your tunic, exposing your shoulder as he hungrily continued his sweet kisses to your skin.

“Thranduil please..” you breathed out, the torture was far too much. Your legs were trembling and you gripped onto his cloak as if he was going to disappear. “please what, my love? use your words with your king..” his voice was like smooth honey, melting into your ears delightfully. You wanted to cry out in agony, but refrained from doing so as his lips connected with your collarbone this time.

You couldn’t take it any longer, you gently ran your fingers through his hair and cupped his face, pulling his head back to face you, his eyes were half lidded and filled with lust. Your mouth parted slightly as your breath slowed and you leaned your forehead against his, closing your eyes for a moment. You could feel his breath against your lips, you felt this was too much and decided to take matters into your own hands and you closed the gap, his lips molding perfectly with yours. he gripped your waist a little harder, pulling you flush against him as he kissed you with hunger and passion. You tugged his hair, earning a groan from him and backed him up against the brick wall.

The king had fallen completely under your spell at this point, he was yours…

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Writing Prompts

⚠️These aren’t to request but just for fellow writers to have some inspiration⚠️

🔥Smut🔥

- “Take what you need from me”

- “I could smell what you were doing”

- “Oh fuck, sweetheart”

- “Don’t close your eyes, I need to look at you”

- “I fucking hate you, but I don’t hate fucking you”

- <Him sucking your purity ring off your finger while his hand reaches up your skirt.>

- “If you’re gonna act like a whore, then you’ll get fucked like a whore”

- “Fuck, I need you so bad!”

- “I won’t be gentle” “I don’t want you to be”

- “Scream my name so everyone knows who fucks you this good”

- “You like when I call you ‘princess’? Will you be my good little princess?”

- “Cum for us, darling”

- “That’s better, isn’t it? You just needed to be filled with my cock”

- “You gonna be a good boy for me?”

- “Bend over, slut”

- “Come on, my big strong warrior, I know you can fuck me harder than that”

- “Louder, darling! Show those people out there that you are mine!”

- “Please! I’ve been such a good boy/girl!”

- “You’re just holes for us to fill and fuck. Dirty little whore.”

🌨️Angst🌨️

- “You don’t have to be alright, you know”

- “What happened to you to make you so wise?”

- “Please don’t leave, I can’t live without you”

- “I know, darling, it’s alright, you’ll be okay”

- “Oh my sweet darling”

- “I’m here, it’s okay, no one will ever hurt you like that ever again”

- “I just don’t know if I can do this anymore”

- “Please, make it stop! I can’t do this! Make it go away!”

- “You are weak and soft! You will not last out of your precious pampered life. You are pathetic!”

- “I do not love you anymore. I have not loved you for a long time”

- “I think it’s best I leave”

- “I just want to die”

- “Don’t blame yourself”

- “Come with me, and I’ll leave your love alone. I won’t kill them, but you will never see them again.”

🌸Fluff🌸

- “I’m going to kiss you now”

- “Come on, princess, hop on my back”

- “How is my queen and my princess?”

- “Borrow my jacket, keep it nice and warm for me”

- “If I do step on your feet, could you really be upset with a dancing partner so beautiful?”

- “More, kiss me more.”

- “Would you like to dance with me?”- “only if you don’t get upset if I accidentally step on your foot”

- “How did I get so lucky to have one as wonderful as you?”

- “No, stay. You’re warm and soft”

- “Give me a kiss and I’ll carry you”

- “Come to bed, my love”

- “You deserve nice things”

- “You just stay in bed and I’ll take care of you, my darling”

- “Yeah, sometimes I get sad, but then I look into your beautiful eyes and it’s all better.”

😂Funny😂

- “You wanna see something gross?”

- “I might be little but I can still kick your ass”

- “I’m doing this because I want to and not because you told me to”

- “No I don’t need help, I like being stuck here!”

- “Normally that’d be really hot to hear but not in this context.”

- “That was terrible, but I love you”

- “If you do this, I’ll show you my boobs”

- “How are you so pretty?” “Bathing in the blood of the innocent”

- “If you don’t want to join girls night then you need to leave”

- “You bringing up that I’m an idiot is really bringing down the vibes”

- “Forgive him, he’s an idiot”

- “Stop fucking swearing”

- “Lucky bastard” “He is a baby and I am breastfeeding him!”

- “They do realise I can understand what they’re saying, right?”

- “How’s your head?” “Well I haven’t had any complaints yet”

- “If I wanted your opinion, I’d beat it out of you”

- “What’s that?” “Trinket, I like trinkets”

#writing prompts #dialogue prompt #fan fic #fan fiction #fan fiction prompts