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disasterofastory · 1 year

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hiii! not sure if you write anything nsfw or not, totally fine if you aren't cool with it, but if you are then I'd like to request an Aragorn X reader fic with sub!Aragorn :) thanks so much!

Shut up Aragorn x Reader Warnings: smut, dominant!Reader, an itty bitty angst

A/N: I can't really imagine Aragorn as a sub, but Reader definitely can be much more dominant. I hope you will like it. Thank you for your request!

Summary: After the battle of Helm's Deep, you need your man.

Your whole body is tense and still ready for fighting. Your muscles jerk every few seconds, your heart beats in your ears, and the rushing blood in your veins warms you up to the point you can't bear the clothes on you anymore. Your skin itches under the fabric of your tunic. It's dirty and bloody and lands on the ground the moment the door closes behind you with a loud thud as you push on it with your leg.

"Y/N?" You can barely hear Aragorn's voice. You are too pent-up to really listen to anything else besides your own body. Everything is too much and not enough at the same time. "Y/N," the man says your name again, grabbing your shoulders to halt your movements. Worry glints in his eyes as he leans down to look at you. "Talk to me." You shake your head. The last thing you want is to talk. No talking. "I need you," you breathe out between your lips. The line of your jaw aches because of the force you clench your teeth together. "I'm here," he says, and you nod. Yes. He is here. Even though he stands in front of you, you have to remind yourself that he is here. Alive. Without fatal injuries. "Bed," you grunt. "Now."

Aragorn does as you say. A small smirk plays on the corner of his lips. He knows the fire in your eyes, the rapid speed of your breathing, and the hurry in your movements. Adrenaline still fuels your body after the battle. Your mind is still clouded, and you need him to reach your peak.

As he said years ago when you two first met, he is at your service.

A low, almost painful grunt escapes his throat when you jump on him. Your weight lands on his groin, and your nails dig into the muscles on his chest, even through the tunic he wears.

Pulling on the fabric, you lean down for a feverish kiss. It's bruising, all teeth, and tongue. The dark stubble on his face grazes your skin. Your teeth bite and pull on his bottom lip. His large hands tighten on your hips. Your tongue pushes into his mouth, dominating the kiss until your lungs burn for air. When you break away, your lips are swollen and glint with saliva.

Aragorn's eyes are hazy as he looks up at you. You recognize the amusement and amazement in his blue gaze.

He is here, you think. He is here. With you.

Kneeling up on the bed, your hands land on the belt around his waist. As you open his trouser, your fingers brush over his erection. His cock twitches with your every movement. "So impatient," he hums with a smirk. "Shut up." The curve of his lips widens.

He loves seeing you like this. Naked, powerful, and ready to conquer.

"Wait," he hisses when your fingers curl around his erection to line him against your pussy. His hands on you don't let you sink down on his cock. The muscles of your thighs are tense and hard as you keep your weight above him. "What?" You ask him, frowning. "You are not ready," he says, letting his eyes wander down from your eyes to your center. You are still dirty and bloody, but none of you care. He is too. "Aragorn!" His thumb barely touches your clit when you grab his hand and put it on your thigh. You don't let him take the lead. You know him too well. If he starts it, he will take his time, and you are not patient enough for it right now.

He is here, and you need him.

"Kiss me," you command, and before he can react, you kiss him again. "Ah," you grunt against his lips, grabbing his wandering hands to place them back on your hips. "I didn't tell you to do anything else." You feel his smile. His chest rumbles with a light laugh. While your lips are busy with his, your free hand that doesn't pump his length to full erection goes down between your legs. Aragorn feels your muffled moan as you touch yourself. Your fingers draw circles on your clit, smearing your wetness all over before finding your hole to get yourself ready. You don't even notice your own movements. Every nerve in your body is focused on the man beneath you. Your limbs still remember the fight, and your pussy aches for something to fill you up until you forget everything. You don't want to remember the losses you suffered because of Saruman, and you don't want to care about the others all around the fortress, mourning and celebrating at the same time.

It's just you and him. Because he is here. Aragorn is here.

"Y/N," he groans out your name when he feels your wet channel around his cock. Your pussy envelopes him in its warmth and tightness. You are sure you will have bruises where his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips. Your eyes fall shut at the feeling of him inside you. He stretches you out and fills you up so, so deliciously. Your back arches, and you barely notice his thumb on your nipple. He plays with the hard bud while you rock on him. "Let me," he coos when you grab his wrist. A satisfied grunt breaks up from his throat when you don't pull his hand away. You let him weigh your breast, teasing your nipple, while you focus on the sweet friction between your legs. He reaches every spot in you that urges you to make him go deeper and deeper. "Aragorn." His name falls out of your mouth breathlessly. Your voice is barely louder than a whisper. "Yesyesyes." "Take it," Aragorn groans. Slight pain rushes through your spine as his fingers grab your breast. You push yourself even more into his hold. "Take whatever you want from me." "Just shut up." He laughs again. And moans. You bounce on his cock with newfound vigor. Your hips move in circles as you rock on him and chase your orgasm.

You feel it building. It's almost maddening.

"Come on," you groan. "More." "Do you need my help?" Aragorn smirks, enjoying your impatience a bit too much. You look like a warrior. Wild and fierce. Your hair is a mess, and your expression is too angry compared to the fact that you are in the middle of riding his cock. He can see your muscles moving under your soft skin. Your body is a map of battles and fights you won. "Shut up," you reply. Eyes still closed. Aragorn doesn't have time to reply. You told him too many times to shut up in one night, and he will remember it. His mute warning hangs in the air and makes you shiver with anticipation. The only thing that comes out of his lips is a hoarse moan as your walls tighten around his cock. Your orgasm flares inside your body and consumes both of you. Your pussy pulses and flutters. You suck him in more, demanding every drop of his semen that he shoots inside you. Your juices mix and slip down on his length, making an even bigger mess on his crotch. The skin of your inner thighs shines with wetness. "Aragorn, Aragorn," you chant his name until you don't have enough air in your lungs to form more words. A thin layer of sweat covers your body.

When you open your eyes, you see him panting under you. His cock still twitches inside you. With a last, trembling breath, you let yourself fall against his chest. Your breasts are pressed to his front. "I'm here," Aragorn says, hugging you and petting your back. "I'm here, Y/N." "And please," you gasp out in answer. You feel everything that happened crashing down on you. Darkness and rain. The loud clang of the swords. The fear of the unknown future. "Don't leave." "Never."

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av01d3d · 4 months

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curvy/chubby! reader x Aragorn

Warnings: fem/afab reader, a little smut teehee

no cuz imagine curvy/chubby! Reader is arranged to marry Aragorn to make an alliance between both royal family’s, and he sees you and IMMEDIATELY his eyes dip down to your thighs and hips. You two got along great, there were close to no problems with your marriage! Except, well, the citizens didn’t quite like the thought of him marrying someone who had curves, instead of someone skinny. He told you not to pay any mind to them, because they didn’t know what they were talking about. I mean, damn, that man worships you!!

Like, you can’t tell me he isn’t into the idea of breeding. He practically begs you to give him an heir! <3 everytime he sees you sprawled out on your shared bed, with nothing on.. it does things to him. And my god is that man into some dirty talk. Usually it’s something along the lines of “taking me so well, my love.” “Yeah? You’re going to give me an heir? Gunna let me fill you up?” RAHHH but can you blame him?? You’re perfectly built to be a mother, he’s not gunna let that chance slip away!! <3

#help my sanity #i need him #i’m going to explode #curvy girls #curvy reader #chubby reader #aragorn #aragorn x reader #aragorn x you #I’ll bear his kids idc #idk how to tag this #aragorn smut #i want his dick so far down my throat it leaves bruises #sorry #I don’t mind being pregnant if it’s with him #wink wonk #lotr

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htchnr · 2 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ just a gentle reminder that my requests are open!

accepting requests for anyone i've got listed on my rules post, but mainly looking for any kind of requests for Aaron Hotchner, David O'Donnell and Aragorn! 😊💕

(aaaand, if anyone is still interested in him nowadays, any kind of request for Roman Godfrey from Hemlock Grove as i'm desperate to write for him again 🤭)

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narcissisticmf · 6 months

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say don't go | aragorn x fem!reader

description: getting ready to leave for battle leads to an unexpected conversation.

trigger warnings: angst, mentions of violence, some sexism, daughter of gandalf!reader, witch!reader, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: <1k

You squeezed through the many bodies of men that were amongst the camp. Searching for Aragorn, your tired eyes bounced from tent to tent, hoping he would appear eventually.

Across the camp, Aragorn was saddling his horse. You took the opportunity to approach him as he was seeming to be leaving somewhere in secret; without Legolas and Gimli, more evidently.. without you (you observed).

"You're leaving?" You questioned with a subtly firmness which you did not intend.

Aragorn saw you, eyes locked for a moment before parting his lips to speak, "This I must do alone, Y/N."

You nearly rolled your eyes, but fought yourself from doing so and remained still. The crickets sung, filling the silence between the both of you. He stared at you with reluctance, but continued to saddle his horse.

"So you're no longer the ranger from the North, are you?" You questioned and looked at you. "You are the King of Gondor.. protecting his people, is that right?"

"Y/N, I need you here protecting these warriors. You are more powerful than any of us all together," Aragorn explained, stepping toward you away from the stallion. "I am leaving to summon an army that will defend us, we do not have the numbers and you know that."

"That is precisely why I should be going with you, you'll die back there," You stated, blankly.

"I do not fear death," He replied.

"You have far too much pride, Aragorn," You whispered, lowly.

"You will stay here and protect these men," He ignored your insult.

"That is what I am to do? Stay here and watch you go?" You bit off, frustratedly.

"I must do this alone, Y/N," Aragorn repeated more what felt like the hundredth time that evening.

You were beyond frustrated now. It felt as though you were conversing with a stone wall. Aragorn never doubted your abilities and your magic, but now it felt like you were merely a woman being told to stand back while a man took care of other matters of business.

Unaware of your emotions, your eyes filled with tears and became red. You were angry more than anything and reached your hand up into a fist. Aragorn watched you with a furrow in his brow. His pupils large as he slowly gripped your wrist, ever so gently.

"Tell me to stay," Aragorn spoke softly to you as you looked to him with an emotionless expression, though tears continued to fall. "Say don't go," He added.

"I cannot tell you that," You replied, wanting more than anything to.

"I don't understand," Aragorn lowered your hand as it was no longer balled in a fist. "A moment ago you are angry that I go alone, now you tell me you can't say you don't wish for me to leave."

"What I want is to join you, Aragorn," You told him with pure vexation. "I never felt like just a hopeless woman with you until this very moment. I cannot tell you to stay, but I can come with you. I can make sure that you do not end up dead."

Aragorn stared at you for a moment longer before his lips curved into a soft smile, "You're almost as stubborn as Gandalf."

"I learned from the best," You whispered and a snicker left your lips shortly after. "Don't unsuspect that Legolas and Gimli won't be coming along as well," You warned with a small, thin smile.

Aragorn's lips curved into a pleasing smile in response.

a/n: i don't know how i feel about this. is it good?? idk how to feel!! needless to say, i hope you enjoyed this sweetpeas! this is my first lotr fic and i'll definitely be doing more! mwah! be safe and happy (almost) halloween! <33 — angelina.

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gloomwitchwrites · 5 months

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Rainy Reunion

Aragorn x Female Reader

Dedicated to @protosslady

Content & Warnings: light angst, reunion after a long absence, yearning, kissing, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.6k

Aragorn left nearly a month ago with no vow to return. But a great shadow moves across the land, and Aragorn returns to make sure you have not been swept up by the darkness.

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The rain outside is soft and warm, and it patters gently against the top of the tent. It’s the kind of rain that finds its way into the worst places. A steady rain that starts to saturate anything and everything it touches. The sort of rain that manages to slip down to the bottom of the insides of your shoes, soaking your socks and making each step a wet squelch.

Within the tent, near a low-burning candle, you flip through the pages of your book. The pages are worn and yellowed. The cover and binding are starting to come apart, the paper threatening to fall out, but you don’t dare retire it for something newer. This book is well-loved, and for good reason. It is one of the few things you carry that belong to the man that walked away from you.

Other than your tent, the rest of the camp is at rest. It is still in the early hours of the morning, the sun just starting to dawn, and most of the camp’s residents still slumber in their bedrolls and cots. Traveling has been a long and difficult journey.

A dark shadow moves across the land, pushing people from their homes. Your village left everything behind, moving with a great sea of people away from the coming darkness. There is no home for you to go to except the road. What little possessions you took with you are the ones in this tent.

But there are many things you left behind, including your heart. You wrapped it up and left it to wither for the ranger you might never see again. That man, whose name you only learned while tangled up in each other, is made for the wilderness. He is made for nature and adventure. You do not begrudge him for it.

It was never meant to last between the two of you.

Aragorn, Strider as others call him, left without a word. You knew it would happen. He told you it would, but the parting still hurt even if you had prepared yourself for it. The pain is a sharp dagger against ripe fruit, cutting through in a smooth, clean stroke. Though it has been nearly a month, it is all still fresh as if he left only yesterday.

You turn a page in your book, shivering slightly from the cold. The rain might be warm but the air has the faintest hint of chill, making the dampness in the air stick to your skin. There are others who are likely worse off than you. The tent you have is relatively warm, and you have blankets to spare.

There is a rustling near the tent opening, a soft sound like a small animal sniffing about. It draws your attention away from the ink on the page. You expect to hear or even see the outline of a fox or some other small creature. Instead, low morning light filters in, obscuring the features of the man standing there.

Not an animal, which entirely surprises you. The shadowed man lingers in the opening of the tent, and then he steps inside. You’re about to bolt up, to berate this stranger for walking in without your permission. But, once that flap falls into place, and the light from the candle hits the man’s face, your muscles seize up.

It is a dream. The man standing before you is an image plucked from your imagination.

“Aragorn,” you murmur, mostly to yourself.

He stands tall in the small space and yet seems so unsure. He looks nervous, as if you’ll run him off for entering. It’s so different from the man you’ve known. In your presence, Aragorn was always confident.

“Am I intruding?” he asks softly as if he already has one foot out the tent. You don’t want him to leave.

You stand, clasping your hands in front of you. “No. You’re not intruding.” The only thing you’re wearing is the off-white nightdress you sleep in and a large wool blanket that’s draped over your shoulders. It’s entirely too intimate for a visitor, especially a man.

“This is a surprise,” you say, because it is. Aragon left. You never expected him to return.

“I know,” he replies softly in acknowledgement.

The pain roils up, and it’s difficult to push it back down. Some of it leaks out. “You left without saying goodbye.”

Aragorn takes a step forward. “I’m sorry.” The space is small and he’s almost on top of you.

Is he sorry? He said he would leave, that he couldn’t stay with you. While you don’t resent him for leaving, the separation still hurts, and you’re not sure how much of an apology you actually deserve.

You step around the apology, not wanting to linger there. “How did you find me?”

He glances at the candle and book. Aragorn’s features soften as his gaze falls on the worn cover. The book is his. You didn’t take it, and he didn’t truly gift it. Aragorn left it—whether on purpose or by accident—but you’ve carried it all this time.

Aragorn smiles softly, and your heart melts down to your feet. “You still have it.”

“It’s an entertaining read.”

His gaze returns to your face. “The rangers I ride with have been following at a distance,” he finally answers. “A darkness is sweeping across the land, and we’ve been watching all the people fleeing its reaching hands.” Aragorn pauses a moment before continuing. “I was unaware you were here until I heard about your village.”

“Is that why you’re here in this tent? You came looking for me?”

Aragorn nods. “I did. I feared—” He steps forward and then pauses, his hand curling into a fist like he’s resisting the urge to touch you.

“What did you fear?” you whisper as the chill begins to ease.

Aragorn swallows. “That the shadow had found you, and I was too late.”

“The shadow did not find me.” Aragorn is so close. Within reach.

Hesitantly, you lift your arm and allow your fingers to brush against his rain-drenched cloak. Aragorn glances down at your hand, and then he is moving, taking your hand in his. You do not pull away. You do not draw back.

He is so warm. A bright spot of light that you wish to take into yourself. He lifts your hand to his face and proceeds to kiss each of your fingers. Aragorn rotates your wrists and kisses your open palm. Every movement and kiss is purposeful. Drawn out.

You want to berate him. You want to tell him to leave. But you don’t. You can’t. Instead of pulling back or pushing him away, you step closer. Aragorn accepts this easily, sliding one arm around your waist to hold you close.

The rain on his cloak is of little significance, even as it starts to seep into your nightdress. Aragorn is here, and he is holding you, which is all that matters.

He closes the distance and you meet him greedily, wanting to remember how the two of you come together. Your lips meet, and all those happy flashes of memory stir up like a storm and batter your brain like waves against rock. Kissing Aragorn is natural, and returning to it is easy. Like the two of you never stopped.

It is not a heated, desperate thing, but soft and lovely, the two of you coming together until you’re both breathless and smiling. Hands roam, and it is you that undoes his rain-soaked cloak, but Aragorn who allows it to fall. Your hands continue to touch, both over and under clothing. His skin is hot against your palm, and that only ignites a deep fire within you.

The wool blanket around your shoulders disappears, guided by Aragorn as he tosses it onto your cot. The dull tiredness of sleep is gone, replaced by a growing need to be with him in the closest way possible.

The rain that is in his hair and on his skin drips onto you until your eyelashes and cheeks are speckles with them. They are little gifts to you. Pieces of him that you are accepting and taking for yourself. It does not matter that you or he might wipe them away, or that they might dry. You are desperate for anything.

You are content with just this—kissing Aragorn as the rain falls gently outside. But now, with your bodies pressed close, it’s hard to ignore what you want. This separation is a wound that needs stitching, and kissing Aragon is the thread.

His hand brushes against your waist through the nightdress and you desperately want him to go lower. You want him to explore the places he’s already been, rediscovering them and the way he makes you feel.

“I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long,” whispers Aragorn, his fingertips grazing across the water droplets that now line your cheek. His other hand dips between your legs, seeking what you’ve been after. The sensation is maddening.

You whimper, hips bucking as he strokes you through your clothes. Aragorn is enjoying it too. He tugs on your dress and kisses your shoulder where it slips to expose skin. Water drips onto your skin from his hair, running in a line down your bare shoulder to below the neckline of your dress. Aragorn leans in and licks up the droplets.

It’s lovely, and you want more of him. You need him everywhere.

“I want you,” you whisper. “But I am cross with you for not saying goodbye.”

Aragorn sighs and rests his forehead against yours. “How can I make amends? I do not wish to lose you.”

Your fingers dig into the fabric of his tunic. “Will you stay with me a bit? Can you give me what you are able?”

“You shall have it,” comes his response. Aragorn’s voice is low and raspy.

He smiles, as much with his eyes as with his mouth, and leans forward to kiss your neck. He starts slow, removing the rest of his rain-drenched outwear, hanging it up to dry in the corner along with the cloak that fell to the tent floor. Once done, he returns to you, his hand sliding over and down your nightdress.

Aragorn’s words drip with lust when he speaks again. “Do you want to take it off or should I do it for you?” He tugs lightly on the fabric, making his intention clear.

You inhale sharply, momentarily surprised by his forwardness. Aragorn’s hand slips beneath your neckline. His eyes search your face but you do not answer with your voice. Instead, you press into him, and Aragorn takes that as an invitation. He guides the dress over the other shoulder, letting the fabric fall to your waist.

“To be graced with your beauty again is a precious gift,” he whispers when you’re bare to him.

Your hands fist his tunic again, tugging, and Aragorn doesn’t need to ask to know what you want. He removes it quickly, and then he is bare from the waist up too. From there, the two of you remove the rest. For you, it’s a simple sway of the hips before the rest of the nightdress drops to the floor. Aragorn has much more to remove, staring with his mud-splattered boots and pants.

Once gone, and the two of you are entirely bare for each other, his arms go around your waist, guiding you down to the small cot that has been your bed for the last month. You run a hand over his bare chest, admiring the broad muscles and strength beneath your palm. Your fingers trace over scars, some that are old and faded, and others that are fairly new and still a bit red from healing.

Aragorn seizes your roaming hand and presses a kiss to the open palm. From there, he kisses your wrist, your inner forearm, the dip of your elbow, and then up to the curve of your shoulder. Those lips of his brush against the skin between shoulder and throat, venturing upwards to your neck to tease and suck at the skin there.

“You deserve more than this, especially after such a long absence,” he murmurs just before pressing a delicate kiss against the spot right behind your ear.

“It is you that caused it,” you murmur, turning your head enough that you find his lips.

Aragorn hums against your mouth in agreement.

When he kisses you again, it is with great care and attention, like you are the most precious gift. Nothing is rushed, and Aragorn does not push for more. He lingers in the moment, savoring your scent and taste. There is an urgency, a remembrance of how much joy the two of you shared together, but Aragorn does not dive in to seek only for himself.

You are a priority for him, and your mutual enjoyment is all that matters.

Aragorn is atop you, caging you against the small cot. Your legs are spread, thighs pressed against his hips. His hand slides up to cup the bottom of your face, and his thumb strokes over your cheekbone. With deliberate slowness, he takes your lower lip between his teeth and bites down just hard enough to pull a little whiny sound from you.

It’s a reminder of all those secret nights together, with the two of you wrapped up, seeking warmth and comfort.

His mouth follows his hand at it travels downward. Aragorn kisses the space between your breasts. He traces your skin with his tongue, circling and teasing until your back arches and your core floods with pleasure. Then he moves lower, strong hands gripping your waist as you squirm beneath him. His eyes meet yours and they are dark. Sensual.

The rain is a distant, soft pattering. His hair is still wet and water drips from the end. Some of it clings to his face and neck. Aragorn’s lips are parted slightly as he watches you.

“Please don’t go,” you whisper. “Please.”

Aragorn kisses you, nips at your bottom lip. “I won’t,” he replies. “I promise.”

He keeps that promise.

Aragorn’s hand slides between your legs and seeks out that delicate bundle of nerves. His fingers circle it, culling the tingling vibration of pleasure that swirls in your belly. Then, those fingers slide down, and breach your body, spreading you open.

Your nails dig into his lower back, and Aragorn groans softly, his face falling against your neck as he pumps his fingers. Your legs fall open a bit wider, and wider still until you’re lost to him rubbing on that sensitive flesh and working those fingers in and out of you.

The end comes fast and perfect, rippling up your spine only to spike down to your core where you clench around his fingers. You whimper his name, and the last of it is swallowed by his mouth as he kisses you.

Then his fingers are gone, and his hardness is pushing in, spreading you open, splitting you apart until your nails rake down his back and he’s seated to the hilt. Aragorn holds there, not moving, the two of you breathing heavily.

Aragorn does not move until your breathing slows. He rolls his hips in short movements that are just a tease, a way to acclimate from the time apart. But your body begins to remember, and when it does, Aragorn is relentless, reminding you of every sensual night that you’ve been endlessly dreaming off.

The candle is nearly out. Almost gone. It’s light so dim that the tent is mostly shadow.

Aragorn hits deep, and your thighs quiver around his waist. You tighten around him, a little aftershock hitting you, and that takes him over the edge.

The candle goes out, but the rain remains.

A small slit in the tent flap reveals the light gray sky, and its light slashes across Aragorn’s face.

And he still keeps his promise. He does not dress or attempt to leave.

Aragorn sinks against you, limbs entwining, and for now, you can have him.

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estelofrivendell · 9 months

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Aragorn Smut Headcanons

A/N: I received a pregnancy request for Aragorn with a breeding kink and it inspired me to write this.

As it says on the title, this is a smut headcanon, so 18+/NSFW.

First things first, he likes to be in charge. Don't ask me why I think that, he just does. From time to time he'll let you take control and is a switch but he absolutely prefers being a Dom

For him, rough is the way to go and he’ll make sure to fuck you so hard you’re limping for the rest of the day

This does NOT mean you never have soft, vanilla sex. He doesn’t like when sex is close to becoming a routine and wants to change things up so it doesn’t boring for him. He wants all of everything

He's pretty kinky and is down for almost anything

Shamelessly leaves love bites in all places difficult to conceal and gives you a sly smirk as he watches you do your best to cover it up

So you return the favor, except he doesn’t bother to cover it up and is proud of your work on him

Lets other people flirt with him and sometimes compliments back just to get a reaction out of you

A sharp glare from you results in people making a move tremble with fear, apologise over and over again and leaving awkwardly

And as soon as you would get home you would take charge and fuck him hard to remind him who he belongs to

It takes him a good while to realise he doesn’t appreciate being a sub enough. He’s the kind of sub that begs and you don’t need to do a lot to get him helpless and needy under you

He loves taking risks especially semi-public sex, the idea of getting caught turns him on

This includes going off to a more secluded area during the night while the Fellowship is asleep

Not really an exhibitionist though, Legolas walked in on you two once and it ruined everything. Aragorn didn't speak to him for two days

A master at giving oral, you cannot convince me otherwise

Since I mentioned breeding kink in my author's note, I really do think Aragorn is the kind to have one

Not really a fan of one night stands but I can honestly see him having them once in a while before he got with you

Very intimate the entire time

Has a fairly high drive BUT doesn't have the energy to go for multiple rounds

Enjoys spanking ever since you suggested it to him. It took him a while to get used to it, the first few times had him hitting so lightly you barely felt anything

Definitely says “I love you” during sex. I did say he was intimate

And this is where the smut headcanons come to an end! I’m a bit hesitant to write full blown smut scenes but I’m 100% open to smut headcanons like these.

#lord of the rings imagine #lotr imagine #aragorn imagine #aragorn x reader #lemon #smut headcanons

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disasterofastory · 1 year

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Middle Earth Masterlist

Aragorn

2023

Shut up - After the battle of Helm's Deep, you need your man. /18+

Legolas

2023

Just a reminder - Legolas reminds you of the reasons you are with him. /18+

A goodbye - You and Legolas are ready to leave for Valinor.

Thranduil

2023

Dinner - Your dinner with Thranduil doesn’t go as planned.

Like a tree - Your husband helps you when you are drunk.

Leather and dust - Thranduil finds you in the library. /18+

Sandalwood and evergreens - You visit your king at night. /18+

Ink and bruises - Thranduil disturbs you while you work. /18+

#lotr x reader #lotr x y/n #lotr imagine #lotr smut #aragorn x reader #aragorn imagine #aragorn smut #legolas x reader #legolas imagine #lotr masterlist #the lord of the rings masterlist #legolas masterlist #aragorn masterlist

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honey-flustered · 2 years

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The Elf Princess & Her Beloved

Boyfriend!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Smut (18+ MDNI)

A/N: Thank you for giving me this request. This was so fun and I couldn’t have thought of a better concept myself. I tried to capture as much of their character as I could despite not really knowing much about it so I hope you enjoy this! @ophelialaufey

Word Count: 2.7k+

Warnings: fluff overload, 🌽🌽🌽, former best friends to lovers, reader and eddie being shy and cute with each other, roleplaying, lots of french kissing, fingering, nipple play, semi-public/public sex, p in v (unprotected), creampie, squirting, brief mentions of insecurities

Tonight was different though. There was that fun loving side of Eddie where he wasn’t scared to be silly around you again. For this year’s Halloween, Eddie dressed up as Aragorn and you dressed as Arwen. It was Eddie’s idea and you appreciated the finishing look. But what you enjoyed the most was how in character he’d become as Aragorn.

In fact, you enjoyed his portrayal so much so that it made you feel…tingly between your legs. You’ve known Eddie to enjoy a little roleplaying via his choice to be Dungeon Master in every Dungeons and Dragons game he’s played. It’s only imperative that you followed along with the act.

“You look stunning, My fair lady.” Eddie says, taking in the emerald and gold gown that accentuated your figure.

“As do you, Sir.” You smiled, curtsying a little.

He really did look good. Incredibly heroic looking in his armor. If you had the confidence, you’d pull him close against you and kiss him hard. Usually, it ‘d take a lot of encouraging for either of you to make a move. Maybe tonight would be different.

“Are you prepared to attend the event?” He holds out his arm for you to take.

You nod with a smile, looping your arm around his.“Quite ready.”

When he escorts you to his van, he reaches for the door for you, holding out his hand for you to take as support. Eddie’s always a gentleman, patient, sweet as ever yet this side of him with a dash of nobility was really working for you.

Throughout the drive, he’d make sure you were comfortable—which you were after so long of just being coy with his little touches here and there. Soon, you found yourself reaching for his free hand, him glancing over at you with a sweet smile every once in a while. You figured with the confidence to role play as an elf princess as well as his lover that it would be enough to take things a little further.

Then, you arrive at Steve’s house and you immediately could feel yourself shying away again. Everyone will see you as a couple for the first time at this party. Not that you hid this fact but it’s not like neither of you were displayed any public affections. Yet, the moment he takes your hand, all those worries melt away and all you could focus on was him.

He made you feel ethereal. Beautiful. Walking into the party, all eyes were on you but you only had eyes for each other. If only you could see the way Eddie saw you. You were a goddess so far from reality’s comprehension. Like a knight, he dreamed of shielding you away from perverted thoughts framing your body in their minds.

You felt him tense beside you. You squeeze his hand, reassuring him that you’re by his side and no one else’s. With a toothless grin, he reciprocates the action.

The sound of feedback from a microphone ringings over the lively music. Steve’s in the front of the room with said microphone in hand. His eyes focused on the two of you.

“Hey, DJ, play us something slow. This one’ll be dedicate to all the sweethearts in here needing that little push that even the booze here couldn’t provide.” Steve shoots a wink over at Eddie. Eddie shakes his head in embarrassment while you giggle at Steve’s clearly drunken state.

“He’s an idiot.” Eddie laughs nervously.

The music swells, slow in tempo. Lights dim. Couples around you held each other close. You both stand in the middle of it, bashfully searching around and avoiding eye contact.

When your eyes lock once again. Eddie lets out a deep breath. He feels so silly being nervous. You two were the best of friends—still are! It never felt this awkward so it shouldn’t feel that way now. It’s just a change of state. You were his and he, yours. So with that knowledge in mind, he puts his hand out for you and slightly bows.

You slide your hand in his. He places a kiss to the soft skin, leaving a remnant hot sensation. “Would you like to dance, princess? I know it’s a slow one and I’m not a very good dancer…but I’d like it if I could hold you close.”

A slow smile creeps upon your lips. “I’d like that very much so.”

Of course, the jitters hadn’t gone away in one full sweep but they melted slowly but surely. Your bodies like magnets drawing closer. Soon, he felt you close enough to revel in the way your hips swayed against him. You both spin around and its dizzying, exciting. Smiling and laughing as like you’ve done whenever you spent time with him. You love him. Overcome with emotion, you place your forehead over his breathe his air.

“You’re just so beautiful. The stars in the sky compete to match your beauty and yet it feels like a mere imitation.” He whispers.

“You’re beautiful, too, my love,” He big brown eyes sparkling at the name you’ve given him. “I’d pluck every flower’s petal in all the gardens in the world just for it to say that you love me as I love you.”

He whistles, astonished, breaking character for a moment to praise your words. “That’s so metal,” He clears his throat, going back into character. “I’d die a happy death if my heart were to explode from how big it swells when I gaze upon you. If I kissed you now and I were to die here in front of all these people, they’ll envy me knowing that I’d gone happily in your arms.”

“Whoa, so intense,” You, too, breaking character before reverting back to your royal and loving state. “Kiss me but do not give away your life. Instead, give me your heart to keep with me even in days when you aren’t by my side.”

“You mean that?” Eddie asks, hoping this is you asking as yourself and not as Arwen.

“Please kiss me.” You nod, signaling that this is, in fact, you speaking.

He cups your face in his hands, cursing himself in his head for them being so clammy. But then you turn your head to the side, pressing a chaste kiss to his palm and he feels so lucky that you understand. He closes the gap between your lips. The kiss pillowy and light. He yearns for more, deepening the kiss so your tongues could meet.

His kisses were cherry flavored from the candy you’d both shared earlier after going trick or treating with Dustin and the gang. You wrap your dainty fingers around one of his wrists, grounding yourself when your body wishes to float.

Your lips that were once glued together in passion, separate as if still trying to cling onto one another’s. Your eyes are the first to open. His eyes were still shut, lips pouty like he could still feel yours against his. When they flutter open, they’re darkened with lust.

“Wow, every kiss from you feels like the first time.” He blinks away in a daze.

“You can kiss me so many times and my knees will buckle every time. I-I like it when we kiss and we don’t hold back. If I could be honest, I was nervous. Yes, we’ve kissed before but sometimes I feel it’s never enough. I want more. I want to kiss you all the time. It just…”

“Takes a lot of courage,” He finishes. “Yeah, I’ve been feeling the same. My thoughts: I didn’t want to mess this up. I didn’t want to move too fast and scare you away.”

“Me too! It’s why I didn’t want to say the things that I want from you.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I want you to touch me. Kiss the hell outta me. Take my breath away.”

“I wish the same and more.”

“Then why did we wait so long to say it?” You laugh at the silliness of it all.

“I’m not sure,” He laughs, equally baffled at these worries. He speak in elvish tongue, voice a rich baritone.“Shall emme care- our ettule-, aranel? (Shall we make our exit, princess?)”

You giggle. He’s such a nerd but so were you. “Take me au-, mime roquen ar shining armor. Ni indóme hil- tye wherever tye tulime-. (Take me away, my knight and shining armor. I will follow you wherever you lead.)”

With that, he takes your hand leading you away from the dance floor into the night. Steve shooting over a nod of approval before you leave.

Soon as your outside, your back is pressed against the cool metal of his van. The full moonlight spotlights over you. You were a goddamn angel in disguise.

“How are you real?” Eddie asks, running his nose up and down your neck, inhaling your scent.

You couldn’t speak. He’s so close and you were sure if you said anything it’d be nonsensical. This was exactly the kind of intimacy you craved.

He litters your neck with kisses, grinding his hips into you. He bites, causing you to gasp. You tug him by his hair to bring his face up to yours, kissing each other intensely. His hand bunches up your long white gown to grazing his fingertips up your smooth leg. The feeling tickled you but you welcome it. He hooks your leg around his waist, allowing further access between your legs.

You press your core directly over his raging bulge, circling your hips. He bites his lip, suppressing a groan. This will not do. You grind harder against him bringing his hand around your neck for another kiss. He moans against your lips, the vibration is sensational. He parts running his hand down from your neck to cup your clothed breast, flicking a thumb repeatedly over your hardened bud peeking through the thinly layered material.

“Oh, fuck. That feels good. You know my body so well, my love.” You mewled.

He actually did know it well. He knew you were sensitive when it came to your breasts being fondled so he’d use this knowledge to his advantage.

“Does this satisfy you, my lady?”

“Need more!” You cried out, groping his cock through his pants. “Take me right here.”

He hisses at how glorious those words sounded from your lips. Pushing your pretty pink panties to the side, he dips his index and middle finger into you slowly, testing the waters. You gasped at this action. He’s fingered you before but has never gone this deep. It was always shallow, teasing thrusts that left you wishing for more. Now he’s two knuckles deep into you, deeper than your fingers could ever reach. Deep enough where his rings made cool contact against your folds.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He whispers in your ear, jaw clenching in time as you tighten around him. Pulling down the neckline of your dress, he frees a breast sucking your nipple into his mouth while thrusting his fingers that he hardly draws out of you. His thumb fiddles with your sensitive nub, you juices running down his hand.

“Ohhhh, uhhh. Gonna cum. Don’t want to yet. Want you inside.” You could only speak in short sentences to blissed out.

“As you wish.”

Not long after, you shiver at the sound of his belt clanking to free himself. You wished he’d be able to remove his costume so you could touch the bare skin of his back but for now him inside you was all you could ever need.

You only get one look between your legs, seeing the sheet size of him. He’s well-endowed. Very much so. Rubbing the pre-cum coated tip against your clit, he slips the pink head into you and you cry out, nails digging into his forearm. The two of you looking down between your bodies, foreheads touching. His strokes are short thrusts at first, letting you take him inch by inch each time he rears back.

Once, he feels your tight little pussy adjust around him, he picks up the pace slamming harder into you. Sensing your legs giving out, his hands cup under your butt lift you up so you were fully off the ground legs tangled around him.

“Gods, you feel so good. I shouldn’t be defiling you. You’re. Too. Pure.” He says, pounding you in time with his words.

You wrap your fingers around his neck, digging your fingers into the skin. “Fucking defile me. Ruin me.”

He groans out loud. Neither of you gave a shit that anyone could walk out of the party and spot the two of you fucking wildly against his van. They’ll just be getting an uncut version of Aragorn and Arwen rocking each other’s world.

He hits a spot over and over again. That spot that makes your vision go spotty. Your hyperventilating, taking in the air to keep yourself from passing out as the intensity builds.

“Oh my shit, Eddie!” You couldn’t keep the act longer, wanting him to know that he’s the one making you feel delirious. “I’m so fucking close! I’ve never felt this good before. Not sure what’s going to happen if I cum.”

“Lose control for me, baby,” He growls. “Wanna feel you dripping all over my cock.”

Seems like he had an idea of what was going to happen. He just kept hit that spot within you that you never knee existed. Then, the approaching train hits you. A blinding white light is all you see before your impending doom.

You shriek into the night like you’ve seen a ghost and honestly it’s all in the halloween spirit. You were sure your nails digging into Eddie was hurting him but no, he was a man gone feral. He thrusts up harder and harder into you, your wetness gushing out of you like a garden hose.

“Take it, princess. Fucking take it.”

Your legs violently shaking as a second wave of washes over you. This time Eddie following behind not long after shooting hot, strings of cum into your throbbing cunt.

His back arches and he presses into you even more, calling out like a beast man as you wring him for all he’s worth.

With a few languid thrusts into you, the mixtures of your fluids grew sticky between your legs causing loud suction noises. When he finally stills, he captures your lips once again, sucking on your tongue for a shed of your magic.

Pulling away, you both gasped heavily and swallow each other’s air. He nearly forgot where you both were. He couldn’t imagine someone walking out and ogling your perfect pussy and full breasts. Lowering you back down to you feet and removing his hands from you once he was sure you could stable stand on your own, he removes the cloak around him throwing it around your shoulders. Always the gentleman even after sex.

He pulls up his pants, letting out a deep sigh. “I didn’t expect us to do this. Especially here and so suddenly. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be! You were incredible. To tell you the truth, the way you were so in character made me want you so bad. I wasn’t sure if we’d make it to the party if you did decide to kiss me before we arrived. But I’m glad we did now. I’m glad I don’t have to hold back with you. And you don’t have to with me either. You can have me any way you want.”

The skirt of your dress is still hiked up, exposing you those gorgeous legs and thighs. His cum running down them, reminding him that he’s gotten to have you tonight and soon he’ll have you again. “Any way?”

“Any way.” You affirm.

“Wanna head to my place? I’ve got ways and…positions I wish to adorn you, princess. One of them involves me serving you with on my knees.”

“You are mighty skillful with your tongue, my knight. I’d love to explore that.” You purr.

He smirks, opening the door to his van for you and holding out his hand once again as you gracefully climbed inside, ready to be treated like the queen you are.

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leahsflwer · 10 months

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LOTR pref - Y/N being drunk and flirting with them 🫣🤪

Warnings: Not much Really.. fluff mixed with very light smut :)

LOTR characters x Reader 🌸

Aragorn -

At first he was laughing at you when you started drinking and just let you do you, but when you came over to him and started outlining his jawline he became panicked. As much as he wanted it he wouldn’t try anything while you’re drunk. So off to bed for you, don’t bother trying to say anything else because it will be a simple

“No. You’re drunk doll. Now sleep.”

Legolas -

He felt his fingers begin to tingle from the alcohol he was not used to. Only elvish alcohol was what he could take. But he was still slightly there to notice how drunk you got. You were a runaway elf, so you were used to running to different places and drinking different alcohols none like him. But he became instantly flustered when you sat on his lap and started playing with his hair. He just admired you with a smile and you both eventually passed out.

Boromir -

You never thought of him in a dirty way until that alcohol hit your system. You couldn’t take your eyes off him and it bothered you. But you couldn’t deny how good he looked and it helped you realised that you actually liked him. Making you confident enough to straddle his lap and kiss him. He would be shocked but quickly grin and melt into the kiss. Gradually pulling back and looking into your eyes.

“I’d kiss you again if you weren’t drunk love.”

Faramir -

You had your little pouch of goodies which secretly included little bottle of alcohol. Which due to the terrible state you were in with the war soon to be, you drank it. Faramir noticed you drinking and sat beside you, taking it a having the last amount for himself. But he wasn’t expecting you to grab his chin and make him look at you. You complimented his eyes and he got flustered but just laughed and thanked you for the drink.

“Now we should sleep, we have a long journey ahead of us darling.”

Merry -

He was dancing like a maniac with Pippin and only stopped when he was exhausted, leaning on the wall and closing his eyes as he laughed, trying to bring himself back together. Only to feel hands cupping his cheeks. He got shy when he saw you looking at him. You wanted a kiss and your eyes said it all but Merry knew it was was odd. But he was drunk as well so he also had a side that wanted to.

“Be careful Angel. I might have to ignore my mature thoughts and kiss you if you keep staring at me like that” he chuckles.

Frodo -

He was immediately flustered and confused when you gave him a back hug. Your lips placed a warm, yet soft kiss on his neck. It sent shivers throughout his body. You were only slight taller than him, but he liked that. Turning his head to look at you just shyly smiling, trying to laugh it off like he was all good and not panicking inside.

“H-Hey! It’s a fun.. ah.. party?” Shy king

Pippin -

Pippin already noticed how drunk you got and saw you checking him out as he danced. So right at the end he made the move by pulling you onto the table and kissing you. Merry laughing and everyone else clapping. You were drunk and were the one however to try and continue the kiss after you both got off the table. You grabbed his hand and took him to a private area, but Pippin didn’t care he kissed you until Aragorn showed up and asked you to the get a room. Cringing and ruining the moment making you both laugh.

Sam -

He was so sweet and kind. Not knowing how to feel when you started being all affectionate. He enjoyed it but was confused by it coming from you who was usually stubborn and nothing like that. He just panicked and talked about the first thing that came to his mind. Blushing anytime you got closer to him.

“Ah.. potatoes.. are- what are you! Potatoes I said.. they’re delicious, yes?”

Arwen -

She was just having fun with the group and smiled as you laid your head on her lap, playing with the lace on her dress. She loved how soft you looked in your drunk state. When you gently tugged on her dress and pulled her down to your level, she blushed and was fine until she noticed her father in the area and she shyly backed away and sat back up, shyly giggling.

Lindir -

You were a dwarf-human and he was not expecting you to actually enjoy elvish wine so much. But you did and he just admired you, leaning on the table and laughing at you as he swirled his wine around in his glass. Blushing when he felt your hand on his thigh under the table. Elrond was across the table from him and he would be in a whole lot of trouble if he got caught. He placed his hand on yours to try and stop you from moving at all. He definitely had a red face and was asked if he was alright by other elves.

“Yes. I’m quite alright Lord Elrond.”

#aragorn #lord of the rings #legolas #elrond #Arwen #samwise #lotr frodo #Baggins #lord of the rings preferences #fluff #smut

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tinfairies · 1 year

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lotr fellowship members and how they’d react to normally submissive s/o wanting to top them? like going all out with overstimulation and making them cry

I have a 4 character limit so I just left out the Hobbits (I'm sorry my babies) may do one just for the Hobbits tho

Aragorn was surprised when his lover straddled him. They had just settled into bed and he was about to put out the light when he was suddenly being pressed against the pillows. He didn't mind giving up control, and rather enjoyed the attention he was getting. That was until the third orgasm. Tears stained his face, his chest was heaving and his cock ached. Despite the torment, he still begged for more.

Boromir laid against the pillows, cum pooled over his stomach. His voice was cracked from begging and moaning, and his cock hurt everytime his lover touched it. The tears were starting to dry on his face, his lover kissed along his thighs. He felt like he was weightless, mercy finally being shown as he came down from his high.

Gimli doesn't give up control easily, but once he is on his back with his lovers cunt squeezing around his cock he's putty in their hands. His chest heaves as he's milked through another orgasm, his lover sucking another deep hickey into his chest. He could definitely get used to this if his lover allowed.

Legolas doesn't mind being tied to the bed, he doesn't mind being scratched up, and he especially doesn't mind the attention his lover is giving him. What he does mind however, is that he hasn't been allowed to cum. He feels so pent up, his cock aches and he's been begging relentlessly for 10 minutes now. His lover is cruel, and wipes his tears away from his cheeks. They coo and tell him they want to hear him beg a little longer.

#lotr headcanons #lotr imagine #lotr x reader #lotr #boromir #boromir x reader #aragorn #aragorn x reader #gimli x reader #Gimli #legolas #legolas greenleaf x reader #legolas x reader #legolas greenleaf #Smut #reactions #lord of the rings

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the-noir-symphony · 1 month

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Aragorn: You can't just do 'that' in front of everybody! Legolas: Not my problem! Aragorn: You are just unbelievable!!! Legolas: Bite my ass!!!

Much much much much later:

Legolas, kicks Aragorn out of the bed: I didn't mean it 'literally'. Aragorn: Do it again then? Legolas: ... Aragorn, climbs onto the bed again: I take that as a yes.

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I vaguely remember this kind of joke from somewhere but have lost the source...

#aralas #aragorn x legolas #aragorn #legolas #lotr #incorrect quotes #I'd love to see aragorn bite that ass #someone wanna write smut?#pretty please?

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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Till We Meet Again

Aragorn x plus size reader

No names, no words but a promise to keep.

Warnings: smut, pre-lotr, barmaid!reader, Aragorn is not with Arwen, minimal dialogue, unprotected sex, little bit ooc aragorn, semi-public sex, creampie, one night stand

WC: 1.6k

Minors DNI

Music rang loudly in her ears, making her head throb, but Y/N kept a smile on her face as she wove through the throngs of drunk patrons, arms ladened with half empty mugs of ale. The bottom few inches of her deep green dress had already been soaked with spilled beverages and mud from the patron’s boots.

She despised working in a pub on nights like this but the pay was good and the owner had given her a room for free along with three hot meals a day so she couldn’t complain too much. “More ale!” A voice shouted from the crowd, prompting another deafening cheer.

Slamming her wide hip into the kitchen door, it swung open and Y/N was able to escape the chaos. The sounds of celebration and overly drunk men dulled by the heavy wood but not completely blocked out, providing the dimly lit room with a calming white noise. The wooden cups slammed heavy against the bucket she dumped them in. “I swear they get more rowdy every night.” She muttered to herself.

Quickly, she set to scrubbing the mugs clean, well clean enough, it wasn’t like they would care. As she was elbow deep in soap and water, her mind wandered to the mysterious man that would enter the pub every Thursday night. He would not speak to anyone, simply sit in the furthest corner of the large room, smoking his pipe and drinking. He always wore a dark cloak over his face but once in a blue moon, Y/N would catch a glimpse of his chiseled jaw.

He had enchanted her without so much as saying a word. For hours everyday, she would dream about who he must’ve been. He was too tall to be a dwarf or a hobbit and too broad to be an elf. Yet she had seen no men like him before. She imagined he was a prince or a knight from a far off land, betrayed by his people and destined to wander the world on his own for the rest of his days.

She wondered what his voice sounded like, was it as deep and mysterious as himself? What colour were his eyes? She hoped they were brown, a deep bronze like the bark of the oldest trees in Middle Earth. Gods, what she wouldn’t give to even have his large hands graze her shoulders as he moved by her.

The last of the mugs was hung up to dry. Y/N hauled the container of soapy water, that was now a deep brown, up on her hip, and strolled out of the building’s back door. The cool night air was a reprieve against her warm skin, blowing away the stress of the night. She hummed a soft tune as she tipped the bucket out over the small patch of wild flowers she had planted by the stables a few seasons ago.

There were only a couple horses housed in the small building that night, which meant she didn’t have to double check if they were all tied up. Y/N fitted the now empty bucket in the indent in the grass where it was usually placed.

She turned but her movement was halted by a strong chest. She stumbled back, quickly losing her footing and a large, warm hand took her by the upper arm, keeping her in place. “Oh.” It was the man.

His hood was down and she was able to truly see his face. He was handsome, there was no doubt, with regal features that spoke of a powerful lineage. Dark hair was tied up out of his face, making his eyes shine brightly.

They were blue.

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The wood dug painfully into her hips but she could not bring herself to care. Her dress was hiked up over her backside, the soaked hem quickly wetting the middle of her back. Strong hands held her down against the table she was bent over, deep grunts in her ear. Her shoes had been knocked off her feet several minutes ago so now her bare toes dug into the mud as she struggled to take his brutal thrusts.

He had not spoken a word, only having held her gently to him, a muscular arm winding easily around her thick waist as he smiled down at her.

Suddenly, she found herself in the near empty stable, his mouth on hers, their tongues tangled together in a lustful dance. His hands were everywhere at once, guiding her plump body to where he wanted her and evidently, that was with her ass angled up so he could plunge his thick cock deep within her.

His front pressed tightly to her back, their fingers intertwined on the table, his lips against her ear, occasionally pressing kisses to the lobe. Pleasure twisted in her gut, curling and tangling like a ribbon in the wind. His thrusts became a subtle roll of the hips, delaying her orgasm even for a few seconds.

Y/N let out a pitiful whine from deep in her chest as he pulled out, leaving her empty and clenching around nothing. He chuckled softly at the sight but did not tease. Gently, he spun her around and without even a hitch in his breath, lifted her onto the table and stepped between her large thighs.

Green fabric pooled around her hips as he entered her again. Y/N’s head rolled back on her shoulders, struggling to breathe, he seemed even deeper this time. The tip of his manhood moving against something deep within her that made her vision swim and her mind go blank. It was too much and not enough all at once.

Fingers tangled in his surprisingly soft hair, loosening it from the simple braid it was in. Chapped lips descended onto her throat, biting and sucking the delicate skin, leaving huge marks that she would discover later. He easily drove her higher and higher, her quim fluttered around his length as she desperately gasped for air.

The man held her as close as he could, bringing her legs up to wrap around his thin waist, her ankles locking across his ass. Her moans were melodic, getting louder with each thrust. She was burning, the ember deep within her growing to a raging fire, consuming her being. He fuelled the flame and contained it, letting her burn brightly but not so much as to destroy herself.

She was pleading, begging for him as he hung off the edge of ecstasy, needing one more push to finally succumb. A calloused thumb easily fit against her swollen pearl, strumming it like a fine instrument, making her sing. When her orgasm finally crested, it was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

Her body trembled in his embrace, clinging to him like he was an anchor in the storm of pleasure. Her stomach was pulled tight. Rolling her hips, she rode out the waves, grinding down on his cock. His teeth sunk into her pulse point, his breath shaky.

Y/N cried out as his fingers gripped her hips tightly. His cock throbbed within her as his moans filled her ears. She cradled him to her neck, her nose against his temple, inhaling his manly scent, trying to memorise it. “Please.” She whispered. “Please.”

She shivered as he exploded within her, filling her womb with his warmth. The man’s hands slipped down to her full ass and yanked her forward, his softening cock keeping his seed inside her.

They stayed like that for a while, tangled in each other, savouring the silence of the night. With one last, deep kiss, he pulled away, leaving her feeling empty and cold. “Shhh.” He cooed and cupped her jaw in an attempt to sooth her as he pulled her dress back down and lifted her into his arms.

Exhaustion suddenly overwhelmed her. Nuzzling her nose into his neck, Y/N relaxed in his hold. It was comforting, being held like this, like she was the most precious thing in the world. With only a couple strides, he brought her into the backroom, gently laying her on the small cot in the corner.

Eyes heavy with sleep, she allowed him to wrap his cloak around her. Laying a tender kiss to her forehead as she drifted to sleep, he finally spoke. “Im will tul- back an cin nin mel.”

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The spring had been kind this year, bringing pleasantly warm weather and fields of newly bloomed flowers. The world was healing after being infected with darkness for so long. Y/N smiled as the warm breeze washed over her.

The windows and doors of her small isolated cabin were thrown open to allow fresh air to blow through the homestead. A small blur ran past her and into the fields of wildflowers, giggling happily in the sunshine. She knew she should warn the child not to run far but she could not bring herself to dull his bright smile.

“Leryaro! Stay close to the house!” She got an affirmative squeal in reply as he danced through the flowers that were almost as tall as himself. He was so much like his father, with his dark hair and blue eyes that seemed to read her soul every time he looked at her. It had been years since the man at the pub and yet she thought of him each time she watched her boy.

“I hope I am not too late.”

Identical blue eyes looked pleadingly at her from her doorway. He looked exactly the same, just a little more tired, a little more worn down. Y/N grinned softly. “You’re just in time.”

Translations: Im will tul- back an cin nin mel - I will come back for you my love Leryaro - free man

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