#elrond smut
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Kiss It Better
Elrond x reader
Kinktober 2023: Aphrodisiacs
Warnings: fem!reader, aphrodisiac, rough sex, marathon sex, manhandling, semi-public sex, Elrond being a tease
Words: 4.3k
Synopsis: When Elrond mistakenly adds aphrodisiacs to your sleep–inducing tea, your quest for a peaceful night’s rest takes an unexpected turn. Elrond, being understanding and patient, comes to your aid, ensuring you find the sleep you were looking for through rare methods.
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“Oh dear!” Staring at the empty contents of the supposed bottle of wormwood powder and then lifting the actually clear glass of wormwood, Elrond’s tongue kissed his teeth at the accident he caused. A first–time mishap and on a grand scale, he was sure how the effects of the mistakenly emptied contents of what should have been wormwood, but accidentally giving lavender in a copious amount, would have. You were sitting impatiently, twirling around on his stool, complaining about feeling overly feverish and sensitive. To make matters better, it was approximately eight minutes since you drank the concoction he stirred up a storm to create.
There wasn’t much the healer could do aside from staring at the bottle, defeated before silently placing the empty jar onto the shelf and stepping away with concern in his eyes. Those brown eyes darted everywhere else to inspect for any other mistaken bottles of herbs and powders he may have accidentally mixed into the tea for your lethargy. His hands moved at the same rate his eyes followed, falling on every surface of empty bottles and out–of–place containers. Even the opened books were not spared from his investigation, should he have unknowingly flipped to the wrong page, he might as well consider.
“This,” he sighed as he reached for another jar he was sure of using, this time labelled incorrectly once he smelt the contents within and became aware of it being another floral powder, “will get me into trouble once the higher effects begin to kick in. Though, it should have begun…” His eyes trailed off the half–filled jar to rush towards the page where the instructions lay before him. For a second, just a second, Elrond was almost certain that the universe was playing tricks on his brain as he decoded the measurements written on the page.
Two teaspoons
One teaspoon
Two and half teaspoon
One tablespoon…
“Lord Elrond…” Your voice echoed annoyingly from the outer room as your temperature began to increase and the sensation of having clothes covering your body became irritating. You were confused about the effects of what his homey remedy for lethargy was giving off, far different from the usual teas you consumed within the past year. Now, fanning your face and neck while giving aggravated tugs to your dress, you whined to him once more. “Lord Elrond, please, what is happening?”
With a pregnant pause, his head cocked to the side and his ear flicked at the change in your tone, you were already under the fire. Deciding that it was wiser to keep the truth about his mistake under the radar, Elrond whisked himself out of the storeroom and into his office where he came across you dabbing a cloth dipped in the bowl of cooling waters along your neck. Regardless, the action appeared more provocative than intended as you ran the material along your elongated neck and parted your lips to release a long, quiet groan. Your ability to distinguish decorum with the flames building intensely within was absentminded. There was no time to stop and become self–aware of the performance you were putting on due to his slip–up.
Elrond on the other hand was unsure if to continue standing silently in the doorway and observe how far your actions would take you or snap you out of it and treat the issue. Shifting on his feet and taking a deep gulp as you wrung the cloth and allowed droplets of water to fall against your skin to provide coolness, your eyes opened and caught him staring with a jar in hand and his eyes honed on your confrontational display. “Lord Elrond,” you called out nonchalantly as though you were not lacking decorum, “what is happening to me? I thought you gave me a tea for my tiredness?”
Scepticism flooded his expression as he attempted to avoid your gaze, solely due to the siren look you threw and the disappointment of informing you of his blunder as a healer. Walking into the room, he stepped around the opposite side of the table and away from you to place the bottle of lavender at the centre. His palms were faced down and his head hung with his lips twisting, thinking of every possible solution and answer to return. “It…It would appear that—”
No, he couldn’t say that.
Cautiously rounding the table while his fingers trailed along the edge, he turned his focus to you as he approached you from your side and came to stand beside you. Wordlessly, he gingerly pried the cloth out your fingers, careful not to touch your skin and dabbed it across your forehead, making notes of your slight shivering and increased arousal. This was the bare minimal interaction with a cloth hindering skin–to–skin contact and you were already affected. Swiftly dipping the cloth into the bowl of cool water, he continued to dab at your forehead and the rest of your face, doing his best to avoid your neck to entice any behaviour.
His lips were pursed as he remained steadfast on applying the first step into solving your crisis, brown eyes following the motion of his hands until you began sighing too frequently. His eyes fell upon the bob of your throat and the parting of your lips the moment you shut your eyes to focus on the lingering sensation of his touch. It was then he decided it was a wrong idea to become close and personal to treat you.
“This is clearly a terrible idea,” he muttered, taking a step backwards and pondering on how to properly assess you.
“Elrond, forgive me, Lord Elrond,” you corrected and hopped off the stand to step forward, crossing the gap in three strides, “please just tell me what is happening and why does my body feel this…way.” At the end of your words, you began twitching, majorly at the junction where your thighs met your pelvis. The growing ache between your legs provoked you to squeeze your thighs together and shift from left to right.
Worry befell his eyes, and he bit the inside of his mouth at the progress of actions. “Alright, you need to sit and remain still, and refrain from touching me,” he ordered, frustratingly.
“Touching you?” You frowned and took three steps backwards to meet the stool.
Building a storm within the clustered spacing of his office, Elrond rapidly answered as he reached for a clean mortar and pestle, “Yes, no touching me because you might get the urge to do something like that to sedate the pain.” Having placed the instruments on the table not too far away, he placed his hands on his hips and turned to cast a worrisome look. “I made the wrong tea due to…mislabelling. I picked up the incorrect ingredients and gave you aphrodisiacs in extremely large doses.” His voice had shrunk at the end of his confession knowing fully well that you would blow a fuse.
“What?!” you shrieked. “Elrond, are you serious? I’m trying to gain hours sleeping, not sleeping around.”
He couldn’t help but find your statement to be entirely humorous as it slipped out and released a muted chuckle, hidden by the dipping of his head. “I apologise, the fault is entirely my own,” he clarified with a clearing of his throat. “However, if you can only sit still and allow me to cure it, you’ll soon be on your way to sleep.”
“And exactly how are you planning on curing this? Because to my unfortunate knowledge, somebody gave me aphrodisiacs in large quantities and claimed it was a new sleeping tea. Perhaps it wasn’t an accident and done on purpose. No wonder why I felt odd the minute I drank it,” you muttered with apprehension and cast a side eye at him. To blame Elrond was entirely not you and only the herbs taking its toll on your frustration. All in the act of attempting to have its purpose served.
Unaware of this being an effect, conversely, Elrond grew tired of your antics and snapped with fury in his voice, laced with weariness and concernment. “And I believe you have a way of solving this problem with all your complaining?” he challenged and slammed the mortar upon the table. “You seem to doubt my ability to remove the issue.”
“Of course, I do, especially when you appear as equally as weary as myself, I have every right to question your capabilities as a healer!” you reacted, shooting from your seat and standing beside him, shoulder to shoulder. “If you were the healer you claimed to be then I would not be in this situation—”
“Your pupils have dilated tremendously,” he whispered, causing his warm breath to fan your face prompting you to lean in closer unconsciously.
“So what?” you replied.
“And your pulse is becoming erratic,” he added, becoming aware of the proximity of your body.
“Let it—I don’t mind if it goes a bit high when I’m around you.” Fingers crawling up his arm, you kept eye contact with his gorgeous brown eyes and inched yourself closer until you wedged yourself in the gap between him and the table. Bodies pressing against each other, driving you insane, you reached out to hold him closer in an attempt to step away. Albeit, he wasn’t attempting to distance himself from your close–body figure, pressing against him.
“You’re thinking too much, Elrond,” your voice seduced while your finger reached his chin to tug it forward, mending the gap. “Just admit this was all a part of your plan and you desired me as much as I do. Just imagine,” you began, standing on your toes and placing your lips beside his ear, “how good it would feel to release all your tension in me. When was the last time you had a good time?”
“Y/N, think about this carefully,” he cautioned lowly, body shuddering when your lips kissed his earlobe and knowing that sense had disappeared the minute you consumed the tea. It was only a futile and last–resort attempt.
“Picture it Elrond,” you taunted and took his hand to wrap around your waist. “Us naked and entangled while you satisfy both our needs. Just think of how good you’ll fuck me.”
You proved the power and potency of the herbs and flowers was displayed by the rush of his arms instantly knocking all the parchment and instruments off in haste and hoisting you on the table. Tugging at your leggings and knickers until they were flung across the room, your bare legs met the cold air and his fingers. You trembled under his touch, your chest heaving and sweat building as the erraticism of your pulse escalated immensely, you cried out for him to get on with the show and stop teasing. You wanted to feel his body against yours without clothes hindering the sensation.
Reaching your hands out, they haphazardly yanked at his apparel and flung each piece across the room without care and concern. Your fingers desired the need to touch his skin and have the warmth of it pressing against yours to cool the raging fire crawling like molten lava across your skin. Inch by inch it sluggishly trailed, engulfing your entire body into flames while he stood there leaving you to take care of the matter on your own. The cruelty behind his reclusive actions, palms against the tabletop and standing between your legs while he breathed in your air and left you to undress him and then yourself increased the ache between your legs. Whining his name and frowning at him for provocation failed, for all he did was stand there with his brown eyes locked upon your pouting expression.
“You want me to assist you, don’t you?” he lowly chuckled, turning on the heat. “In fact, you need me to assist you.”
“Elrond, please don’t tease me any longer,” you wailed, tugging on the neckline of his shirt to bring his lips a little closer to meet yours, only to have him pull away at the last minute. “Just…Just fix it!”
“And here I thought you said I was incapable of such,” he corrected as his right hand slid up your back to meet the laces and give the bow a tug, unravelling it. With his thumb and forefinger gripping the end of the lace, he continued to unravel it until the bow was undone, leaving the rest of the intricate lacing to loosen. Straightening his posture and left standing in his leggings and shirt, he pulled you upright to unravel the tightness of the lacing and loosen the upper portion of your dress to allow his skilful fingers to peel it off artfully slowly.
The entire time, your hands were frozen on the buttons of his shirt and your eyes focused on the sleeves of your dress being tugged down your arm until they were caught at your elbow. The palpations of your chest could be heard and figured out by Elrond through the flustered expression you cast and the build–up of perspiration. The stickiness coating your skin, Elrond’s fingers swiped against it as he tugged at the front of the dress, prying your cleavage out from the confinements and into the open for his eyes to feast upon.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” he quizzed once most of the upper portion had been removed and took a step back, prying your fingers off the buttons to finish the removal of his clothes. “Is it because you need my care and touch desperately?”
His hands rubbed circles into your hipbone, provoking more sounds to fall from your lips. He wanted to witness how putty you would easily become for his remedy after all the smart–mouthing you were capable of relaying. To witness the hooded, lazily look in your eyes which morphed into want and the parting of your lips to moisten it as his body rocked into yours, enticed him to take the remaining steps to completion.
Towering above you flushed and semi–nude, both hands ran up your legs, over every curve and bump, pushing your dress until it bunched around your waist. Measuring the gap between you, he stepped closer to fill it, also yanking your body closer till it was flushed against his chest. The ripples of goosebumps once your breasts were squeezing on his chest, nipples hardened and rubbing deliciously upon the smoothness of your Lord’s skin, shot across your ignited body. Little whimpers and sighs were emitted at the action of your bodies firmly pressed without any space in between to disturb the tension being created.
Gathering the energy to reach for the rest of your sleeves and tugging it off completely, now your dress pooled perfectly around your waist, he slipped his hands under your thighs and brought them to encircle his waist. The yelp you emitted was swallowed up by his lips colliding with yours and wasting no time in giving you the chance to adjust. Elrond pried your lips apart with his tongue and went to work fervently to savour the sweet taste of your kiss. His groans, at first, were inaudible. Being devoured by your lips as you made attempts at eating his lips or rather his face—your fingers were clawing into his nape and back, pushing him deeper into your body as though you wanted him to morph into you.
For every bite of your lip, your fingers tightened at his nape and gave small tugs to his hair, and for every swipe of his tongue against yours, you dug your nails into his back to leave your signature. The kiss was unlike any other you had experienced, perhaps with the mixture of him being your Lord and you his assistant, the thrill was heightened led to his touch being voracious.
Conversely, Elrond was a master in his art and possessed infinite levels of control unlike you in this situation at a time like this. Breaking the kiss much to your disappointment, his lips remained a few centimetres apart. “Are you going to give me an answer?”
Your body jerked in his hold as his question left you furious at the leisurely time he was taking to fix the issue. The blood under your skin was boiling causing the fingers gnawing at his neck and back to force him into hurrying up. “Would you quit it and just fuck me already? Put the heat out and just make me feel good!” you wailed.
For the first time in years, Elrond felt rejuvenated at the game he played with you. It wasn’t something he was ever fond of, always preferring to make the moment romantic and full of adoration and love, but today sparked a newfound delight. All the while you were yapping and running your mouth, being demanding and obnoxious, the hands that once held your thighs already slipped between your bodies to unsheathe his cock from his leggings and guide it towards your opening. He was thrilled your attention was focused on getting him to comply that you were oblivious to your wish being fulfilled.
“Is this what you wanted me to give you?” With his body at present pressed against yours, there was no room for your eyes to witness the motion of his cock approaching your cunt, only to feel the breaching with an eye roll and heave. Thankfully your hands flopped off his back to brace your body upright on your forearms, you were given the most precious sight of his cock sliding in and out, already covered in a sheet of your arousal. The only thing left for him to do was to pick up the pace.
“You want me to give you pleasure?” he goaded. “But you told me I lacked the capabilities.”
A mischievous grin was set upon his face as the rocking of his hips remained steady and at a snail’s pace. No amount of gripping his hips or pressing the heels of your ankles into his back would increase his speed; not until you gave him an answer.
“Please, please, please. J–…Just give it to me Elrond…” crying out with a solid flop against the table, as much as your body was being stimulated, it wasn’t at the rate required to soothe the ache. “I just want your cock…”
As desperate and pitiful as it sounded, it was pleasant to his ears somehow and fuelled the course of his actions. Leaning his body lower, his hips maintained their rhythmic pattern, leaving behind the soft pitta–patter of his ball being soaked by your drenched cunt. It made his eyes widen the realisation of the desire you contained to be relieved and how much he gave you to consume. Pleased in ways unimaginable, his left hand cupped your face for his thumb to run over your lips before feeling your lips wrapping around the tip and your tongue swirling around it. Eyes widening, yet kept holding his finger, they were fixated on the motion of your lips.
Hissing, his lips formed a smirk at the inability of you to give a response before barrelling away. With his right hand occupied on your waist, he used it to guide your hips to meet the increased tempo of his thrust, awakening the temptress within you. Provocative moans from the depths of your soul escaped your lips and left him more aroused from the start. Even through the action of your sweet lips sucking on his finger, he could precisely and clearly hear each syllable of your melody the more he drove his cock into you.
He couldn’t believe how right you were about the last time he gave himself away so freely to the highs of ecstasy. Your words replayed in his head about releasing all his tension while curing your problem; considering it beneficial when he was problem solving both your issues in one shot—a good remedy.
Letting himself loose, Elrond flung his head backwards to join you in harmony as moans fell from his lips. The tightness of your cunt, a feeling he missed and enjoyed, wrapping around him suffocatingly without a moment of reprieve spiralled him into ecstasy. Your snuggly held him in possession, considering him yours with every stroke he delivered, kissing your sweet spot like no tomorrow and leaving behind stains of his precum to quench the flames. The rigidness and robustness of his cock, the perfect weight resting within your walls were accepted with familiarity. Allowing you to remodel and mould your insides to suit the shape of what he desired. A place where he could return for release and satisfaction.
With the first wave of your fire cooling from sinister rolls of his hips, loudly slapping against the inner of your thighs, you sighed in euphoria. This was the relief your body craved all these months, not sleep. The sensation of being twisted into different positions, from lying on your back to being placed on your side with your leg over his shoulder, a different type of workout that proved to be the best form of lethargy. There wasn’t a position your legs were being tossed into the deeper he drove his cock to have it touch placed unheard of. When they were considered myths, your Lord Elrond proved them false with the wicked flex of his hips to bury himself in the depths of your core, emptying the first release of tension before pummelling again.
There was no stopping when you were now being placed on your stomach, your right foot planted directly into the floor with your left hitched on the table and his hips smacking against your ass. You could have sworn that he was the one who drank the tea instead of you, but with a quick reality check of the volume of releases you made in the last half an hour, it was you.
The deliberating crawl of your cramps as he fucked you like no tomorrow, fingers massaging the back of your thigh while his lips whispered filth in your ear, eased the pain. Even when your stomach clenched and your walls cramped around his cock as the coolness of your orgasm quenched the flames, his fingers ghosting over your skin was a better sensation and stimulation. You could stand there for as long as he desired and take the vigorous pummelling he gave, even if it left you bedridden, it would been the best rest and treatment for your weariness received. It might encourage you to make checks more often than usual.
On Elrond’s end, he could say the same thing. His right hand intertwined with yours upon the table, sweaty chest rubbing against yours and finger massaging your thigh, he would have to make frequent schedules for another visit. Nevertheless, he only wished for the constant slipping and sliding of your bodies to cease. It made things difficult for him to hold and keep close, albeit it allowed for the sounds of his hips meeting your ass to reverberate in the depths of his eardrum, placing a pleasant smile on his face.
“Your cries sound better than I imagined, Y/N.” His voice trickled into your ear like caramel, melting away any remaining tension in your bones. Your body visibly sagged into his chest; head lulled atop his shoulder while your lips remained parts to release your broken, stammering moans. “Tell me, is the treatment to your liking? Would you like me to ease the ache once more?”
Breathlessly fumbling around with your words, your fingers tightened in his and pressed into the table, knocking your knuckles into the solid wood at the swelling of his cock, expanding your walls. The violent flooding of his cum seeping into your cunt and being pushed deeper with the intention of being kept there, left you shaking. Your body couldn’t handle the intoxication of his presence entering you again, speeding up the process for another wave of your orgasm to break through and mix with his. Your cries were all he was listening to while he relentlessly continued to pound away at your walls, loving the hypersensitivity he sent you into.
“Oh fuck, El–…rond!” Wailing into the heated air, your breath condensed at the rise in temperature of the office. Your body’s urge to collapse was prohibited by the gentle encircling of his right arm, still entwined with yours, around your waist to keep you upright and against his sweaty chest. The amazement you held at the unshakeable power he wielded to continue round after round as though his limit was endless. You were beginning to consider the acknowledgement of you being hit with aphrodisiacs was false and simply made up to lure you into his trap.
After all, he was a descendant of a Maia, a powerful at that, being able to ensnare you with the hypnotic look in his eyes was enough to have you at his beck and call. Imagine what his voice was doing as your insides churned and melted with the melody of his moans against your earlobe. Lips kissing the tips and breathless groaning at the squeeze you gave; Elrond summoned you to him like a siren calling its prey.
“Just like that, I’m sure you can give me another and another and another,” he encouraged, placing more pressure on your sweet spot as he ground his hips into your ass and rubbed the tip of his cock against it. “Just let me take care of you. I’ll make you feel better.”
He was unappeasible and outmatched you.
And yet, it did not terrify you, only enticing you to further give in and allow him to care and tend to your needs. His touches and words were all that were required to provoke your body into rejuvenation. He could kiss away the pain, ghost his lips over your skin or breathe against it and all would be well. His remedy to heal your ache was the best and always provided satisfaction.
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The Ménage à trois series
First one-shot - Pleasurable torment
Pairing: Thranduil x Elrond x Fem. Reader
Themes: Smut | Soft | Aftercare | Established Poly relationship
Warnings: Kissing | Dom. Sub. Aspects | Overstimulation | Penetrative sex | Orgasm denial | some cock warming | Size kink | Cream Pie | Nicknames | Oral (male receiving) | Dirty talk / Degradation | Dacryphillia | Masturbation (Male)
Word count: 2k words
Rating: 🔥🔥🔥
Minors DNI | 18+
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"Come, come, my petal, surely you can take all of me into you."
Thranduil smirked as he lay there, all cocky and arrogant. He smirked even more when you had to grab onto his arms while lowering yourself onto him.
"But she listens so well," Elrond purred while he watched. "Does she not?"
"Indeed," Thranduil looked on wolfishly when you mewled. "Aww," he tsked. "Do you need my help, petal?"
As much as it embarrassed you to do so, you had to admit you needed help. Both Thranduil and Elrond had more size than many, and if you were honest with yourself, you liked it when either one of them, or both of them, took control of your body. "Y-yes," you whined pitifully. "P-please, my lord."
Thranduil growled and narrowed his eyes. He was going to enjoy this immensely. "Distract her," he muttered as he sat up and grabbed onto your hips.
Elrond grinned wickedly as he moved to you, kneeling beside you, cupping your chin, and making you face him. His lips grazed the corners of your mouth, his tongue flicking and probing before moving to your lips, forcing them apart. When you hummed and sighed into his mouth, Elrond groaned and deepened his kiss, to try and distract you from what Thranduil was about to do to you.
And how you felt it—his thick cock pressing deep into your throbbing cunt, his rich and deep moans spilling out while his fingers gripped tightly against your waist. Elrond's kisses muffled your whines, your little whimpers, his free hand snaking down to play with your clit. That jolted you even more, and the fire in your belly grew when his tongue danced against yours.
Thranduil kept still, letting you adjust to his size. You squirmed when Elrond kept playing with your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You moved, rocking your hips slowly, and then Thranduil grabbed onto them. "Stop," he hissed, digging his fingers into your flesh until you complied. "Do not move, my little petal. Just sit still and keep me warm."
You would have whined had Elrond not opened his mouth over yours again. Thranduil rested against his pillows, content to watch while Elrond had his way with you.
And how he had his way with you, letting go of your chin so he could hook an arm around your waist, holding you tight as he played with your clit, forcefully this time, his mouth muffling even more of your whimpers. "So obedient," he pulled away to croon. "So pliant. I wonder how pliant you could be." Before you could even think of replying, Elrond sought your lips again, moaning ever so deeply when you sighed and melted against him.
Thranduil ran his hands up your torso, making them glide over the warm flesh before reaching up to cup your breasts. You shivered when skilled fingers played with your buds, moaning into Elrond's mouth when little jolts of pain mixed with pleasure flashed through your body. Please, you wanted to say. Please finish me.
Only the words never came. So overcome were you by the pleasures that kept washing over you that you seemed to have lost all control of your tongue. You could feel your walls fluttering again, pulsing around Thranduil's cock. You prayed that they would allow you to orgasm this time, and satisfy your release-starved body. Elrond had other ideas, and as soon as he heard your breath reducing to shallow pants, as soon as he felt your body stiffen, he pulled away, joining Thranduil on his side of the bed.
You panted, your hands splaying against Thranduil's torso as you fought to steady yourself. Your walls still throbbed around his cock, pulling him in deeper and you felt like sobbing a little. The king moaned when he felt it, his own urges finally overcoming him. He could wait no longer. "Ride me, little petal," he ordered, his hands landing firmly on your waist. "Ride your king."
But, before you could start, he had one final order for you. "But you are not to come, yes?" He cooed as you lifted your head and nodded. "Not until we allow you to."
"Yes, my l-lord," you whimpered, bracing yourself as Thranduil let his head fall back into the pillows, his mouth parted in a silent moan.
The pain and pleasure you felt every time his length sank deep into your hole and struck all the right places brought tears to your eyes. Thranduil's hands tightened their grip on your waist, holding onto you, guiding you, and bringing you down harder as his own hips started to slap against the insides of your thighs. You could only throw your head back as you bounced on his cock, your babbles growing more incoherent as they mixed with your moans and pleas.
"Pathetic, little petal," Elrond watched while he pumped his length. He kept his rhythm on a slow, even keel, eager to finish in that pretty little mouth of yours. "Mere moments have passed and already you're begging for his seed. Or is it rather that you want your release?" Elrond tutted and whimpered, his greedy eyes lighting up at the sight of your heaving breasts. "Is that it?"
More tears pooled around your eyes as the sensations you felt grew all too intense. "B-both m-my l-lord," you managed a stuttered answer. "B-both. P-please."
Thranduil forced open his eyes, groaning with delight when he saw your tears. He reared up and forced himself into a seated position, his feet tucked neatly under his calves. "You know you cannot have both at the same time, yes?" He ran his lips over the corners of your eyes, gently lapping at your tears of frustration. Thranduil released his hands and hooked both arms around your waist instead, moaning into your hair when your arms twined around his neck. "You will have to be patient, my pathetic little petal."
You couldn't speak, could barely breathe. Thranduil held you tighter, his cock ramming into you and making you see stars. " 's t-too m-much m-lord," you whined into his shoulder. "It's a-all t-too m-much."
Thranduil merely chuckled when he heard your soft mewls. "Come come, my petal," he cooed into your ear. "Pick up your pace. Let my cock empty itself in that sweet little cunt of yours."
You pulled your head back, your breath getting knocked out of your lungs when Thranduil crushed your lips with his, his tongue licking past your bruised and puffy lips.
His thrusts grew too intense. His embraces grew too intense. His kisses left you senseless, blind to everything but what he was doing to you. You felt it, his body trembling, his breath growing shallow and ragged with each passing second. You used every ounce of willpower you had not to come all over him right then and there. Elrond continued to pump his cock and watch, his mind growing hazy with thoughts of kissing his way all over your breasts.
And Thranduil didn't last for much longer. Mere moments later, he buried himself to the hilt, balls deep, making you cry out as pleasure mixed with little jolts of pain. He groaned long and deep and throaty as his cock spasmed, spilling its contents inside your throbbing walls. He held onto you while his chest heaved and the last of his seed was spent inside of you.
Only it wasn't over. Not yet. Elrond needed to be satiated, as well as you. Thranduil gently laid you down, saying, "Finish him off, petal," He huffed as he struggled for breath. "I will take care of you while you do so."
Elrond took your hand. "Come my petal," he cooed. "And wrap that pretty mouth of yours along my cock."
You made your way over to Elrond, wrapping a hand around his cock when you reached him. You settled into a rhythm that he liked, your hand tightening and releasing, your spine tingling with his moans, and then, when his muscles tightened, you took him into the warmth of your mouth, taking him as far as you could manage, your tongue licking its way against the underside of his cock.
Elrond's breath grew shallow and laboured as you started to bob your head up and down, your cheeks hallowing, and your moans were muffled when he grabbed onto your hair. He wrapped his hands around your locks, holding them out of the way for you. The warmth of your mouth was so sinful, your tongue so luscious as it flicked against his tip before warming the underside of his length, well, it nearly made him cum inside your mouth right then and there. Thranduil sneaked a hand under your belly, to play with your soaked clit, moaning when his fingers grew slick with both your essence and his.
Your body trembled and trembled when a finger slipped into your hole, piercing you and pumping you. Elrond started to gently thrust his hips while your mouth worked his cock, your moans growing as deep as his when he grabbed onto your hair, gently pushing your face down and making you take him even deeper into you. Thranduil inserted a second finger, curling them and stretching your walls, groaning in satisfaction when he felt your walls clench around them. He kept pumping you, inserting a third finger, hitting that sweet spot of yours, and making you draw in a sharp breath while you worked on Elrond's cock. His breath grew shaky, and he moaned deeply, his cock throbbing against your tongue. He pumped your sweet mouth, thrilling when you somehow managed to make your way down to the base of his cock. When you got that first taste of him, you took him as deeply as you could, not stopping until he moaned your name and you felt his warmth spray over your eager tongue. You swallowed all that he gave you, relishing his deep moans and pants. You pulled away, licking your lips, only to find yourself being pulled onto your back.
Thranduil kept his eyes on you, whispering sweet nothings while his fingers kept slipping into your slick heat. Your eyes crunched shut when Elrond placed his greedy mouth over a breast, fondling the other with his hand while he licked and laved, gently nipping at that soft bud and tugging it between his teeth. It felt so good, to submit to your lovers like this, letting them have their way with your body, take their pleasure from you. And they were so, so good to you in every aspect, never making you want for anything in any way.
"That's it, petal," Thranduil murmured when he felt your walls tighten. "Come for us. You know you want to."
You felt like you were pulled under as the world seemed to stop spinning, as your body felt like it had snapped like a coil while your orgasm ripped through you. You nearly sobbed as your body was finally sated, and you heard deep groans from both ellon when you poured onto Thranduil's hand.
The world went quiet while you struggled to steady your breath. After what seemed like an age, you felt yourself being carried, probably by Thranduil. From the subtle scents, you were almost certain you were being lowered into the bath.
The warm, fragrant water was soothing, as was the sponge that glided over your shoulders. "You did so well, my love," Thranduil crooned as he rubbed your aching shoulders.
"We're both so proud of you," murmured Elrond, seating himself on the other side of the tub and picking up your feet, so he could rub them. You managed a sleepy smile but your eyes started to droop, and one of them urged you to rest, saying that they would take care of everything. You don't even feel the rest, of being lifted, of a soft towel gliding over your skin. You didn't feel the soft nightgown being put over you, the brush that whooshed gently through your hair, or the strong arms that carried you to bed. Your eyes fluttered open when Elrond ran a thumb over your cheek. Thranduil held you as he always did, his chest to your back, one leg between yours and an arm slung over your waist. You closed your eyes again, thoroughly loved and content.
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Sequel for matchmaker extraordinaires? It was absolutely great and I think a sequel would be perfect 😳 with maybe some 🌶️
Gage, love, what an excellent idea!!!! Here it is, hot off the presses!!1 A bit short, but I hope you liked it!!!!!
TW: Sex in a friend's house?? Idk what to call that, Elrond begging, just general smut between two people who are in a rush but love each other
Durin and Disa: Matchmakers Extraordinaire pt 2
It’s wrong, you know it is, but Elrond has locked the door, you can hear Durin and Disa busy in the kitchen and their children are still away at a friend’s home. If you’re quiet, it will be fine.
At the very least, that is what you tell yourself, as Elrond has you pinned against the bathroom wall. Another layer of noise prevention, the bathroom has its own door.
His lips are latched onto the column of your neck, hips thrusting into you, as you bite down on your lips trying to muffle your moans.
“Elrond, we must hurry, they call us for breakfast at any time.” You said, sentence punctuated by a gasp as he sucks on your pulse point.
“Then I suggest you allow me full access to your visage.” He said, eyes drifting down to your bodice.
You tug down the bodice of your nightgown, and Elrond groans. The sound makes your stomach flip, and you whine when his lips began mouthing at the soft flesh of your breasts.
“You must be quieter, my starlight, as much as I have long to hear you sing, I do not wish to share your song with others.” He whispered, his hand sneaking between your bodies to toy with your sensitive bud.
“That is quite easy for you to say.” You hissed, hand in his hair, pleasure rushing through your veins. You’re a flustered mess. Legs wrapped around him, nightgown bunched up around your hips and pulled beneath your breasts, and your pupils blown wide with lust.
Elrond’s fingers set a devastating pace, urging you to your peak before breakfast is called, and you bite harder on your bottom lip. His hips snap against yours, and his lips crashing onto yours to muffle your cries.
His tongue sweeps your mouth, that same sweet taste from before renewed as your hips attempt to match his thrusts, inner walls clenching around him. His breathing is heavy, his voice low and strained, his moans like music to your ear.
You cover his mouth with your hand, and he gives you a curious look. “You must be quieter, my love.” You teased, more heat settling in your core at the way his eyes darken for a moment.
His pace finds new vigor and your breathing is rapid, perked nipples brushing against his chest with every breath. His hand palms one of your breasts, thumbs brushing over your peak, sending a ripple of pleasure throughout your body.
You whined his name, hand tightening around his jaw involuntarily. Your legs are shaking, and he cups one of your thighs keeping you against him, his warm tongue darts out to taste your palm, and you yank it back in surprise. “Elrond!”
He said nothing in response, instead giving you a roguish smile.
With his member deep inside you, his fingers on your bud, and his lips now free to claim your skin, he is overwhelming your senses. Suddenly everything is him, every touch, sound, taste, and sight is him.
You lean forward and bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming as he shifts his weight and finds that spongy spot within you, hitting it over and over again. All while purring in your ear. “My sweet starlight, you feel so perfect, you were made for me. Made to take my cock, my soul, my heart, it is all yours. Every fiber of my being is yours, I beg of you, give me your hand and I promise, I will make you the happiest maiden in Middle-Earth.”
You buried your face in the crook of his neck, trying desperately to muffle your scream of his name as pleasure washed over you, a roaring sound drowning out everything but his voice whimpering your name as he finished.
You cupped his cheek, panting and satisfied. “Yes, I will marry you.”
“Elrond! Breakfast!” Durin’s voice boomed.
You both laughed, and he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose. “Might I escort the Lady Peredhel to breakfast?”
“You may, Lord Peredhel.” You said, unwrapping your legs from around him and gingerly setting them down before slightly stumbling.
He caught you, a proud smirk on his face. “Perhaps I shall carry you?”
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Bathhouse Charades
A comision piece for the lovely @sans--seraph, thank you so much for your support and patience as it truly means a lot🖤
I hope you enjoy!
Additionally, special thanks to @weezlbot and one other for their time and effort beta reading for me, you guys are the best.
Tags: threesome, threeway, creampie, water sex, exhibitionalism, light swearing
Word Count: seven pages; 4,098
Elrond/Reader/Glorfindel
On days like today, You like to take your time in the bath house, soaking up the deep heat of the water as you let it work its magic as it sets into your tender muscles. The day had been much harder than normal as you had to work around the grounds during the overcast skies and inevitable rain. Half of the day you spent soaked, choosing to sacrifice your body over the wellbeing of the documents that you had to hike to the libraries for Erestor to file away. The remaining time was spent doing menial labor as you trudged through the halls with now heavy clothes that uncomfortably stuck to your clothes with a sticky chill as they swayed and bent with your body. You had the subconscious nagging feeling that you had mud settling between your toes and you felt a squish with every step and a thick feeling against your skin as they began to dry. From helping to distribute the days meals, towing in all of the airing laundry before rainfall, scrubbing away at mud lining the main halls after everyone had retreated inside, and to top it all off getting the cold and indifferent treatment from the jerk in the libraries after you had saved him from your own dripping fate.
You had earned this moment to yourself, choosing to sink down further into the depths practically submerged to your chin listening to the sounds of the droplets splash against the stone of the open windows. The storm outside has slowly begun to settle to soft winds and a quaint trickle, the sway of leaves running water helping to further soothe you to peace.
Staring up through the glass ceiling, you watched the water ripple against the open panes, sliding down across the surface as it pools along the seams and collects along the metal base just out of eyesight. The sky has lightened substantially from the brooding dark gray that clouded the majority of your day. The once brooding clouds have faded away but a second coming still lingered on the horizon. You knew that your evening would shroud the valley in thunder and the quaking beams of the ceiling as the wind powered against the building and bent the trees back and forth testing both their flexibility and endurance.
Part of you inwardly stressed for the thousands year old building, wondering about the pervious perils it must have seen, the storms to have tested its resilience not only with the building itself but for the strong pillars deep in the falls to continue to hold it high and proud. It’s funny how the building reminds you of its lord, Elrond himself.
Your lord has always seemed so strong, so kind, opening his home and heart to you for as long as you needed with no strings attached. He always seemed so concerned with your wellbeing, checking in with you throughout your day ensuring that you’ve eaten and have had a proper night's rest. When you had first arrived he saw to it immediately that you’d receive a hot bath in this very spot, giving you your own room where you had been greeted with fresh dry clothes and spares to go. You had originally just been a passerby, drifting from place to place with no explicit direction in mind, simply looking for grand sights while hoping to find a warm meal and a safe bed every so often.
Not long after, you had the pleasure of meeting a kind ellon in his court by the name of Glorfindel. He was kind and approachable, Bright eyes that sparked in such a manner that gave them a shien of blue. Such a stark contrast from the tanned tone of his skin and the warm full golden hair that sprung out around his body. He had a boisterous laugh like thunder and a softness to his voice when you spoke like summer showers. His very essence wreaked of the likes of prince charming wrapped in the cloak of every story book hero from your childhood but yet here he was, a living individual with just as much chivalry as you’d dream of when you were a child. He was beautiful, effervescent and his personality wrapped you in a blanket of security with every interaction and that is why you were so overjoyed when he’d timidly asked you to be his, to give him the honor of courting you. You would truly be a fool to say no to such an offer.
What resulted from your stay was more than you could have ever hoped for, a home, a job, a lover. Your life was coming full circle, fulfilling as it was and as wonderful of a partner as you had you still found a great sense of guilt within yourself at the longing stares you’d give to your lord in passing. It almost left you feeling appalled, this kind ellon who has already experienced such tragedy within his life and yet opened his home to many, including to you and yet you were lusting after him. This only added to the guilt of the love your heart felt for Glorfindel lingering onto another, You fought with yourself daily on the few options that you had to solve your predicament though most left an awful taste in your mouth.
Your self-loathing thoughts were interrupted however, at the heavy creaking of the bath house doors. Angling your head to your right you watched as your lover pushed past the oak door before softly shutting it behind himself and turning to look you full-on in all of your naked glory. It certainly wasn't the first time he’s laid eyes on your body and it certainly wouldn't be the last if you had anything to say about it. The bright smile he gave you was infectious and your own smile subconsciously began to bloom across your face in your own greeting, all of your previous worries melting away. “I thought I’d find you here” He tells you, a soft lilt of laughter brimming in his voice. You bring your head back to rest against the tile behind you, “of course”, after a day like today my body has been aching and shivering for hours. You bring your leg up to the surface of the water before playfully flicking some at him, successfully splashing the leather of his boots. He gives a light chuckle in response before kneeling at the edge of the pool, dipping his hand into the water to test the temperature and almost immediately yanking his hand from it. He stares at you utterly bewildered and asks “By the Valor, love, are you attempting to boil yourself alive?” Now it’s your turn to chuckle, assuring him that no, you are not attempting to make a soup of yourself and that the heat relieves the pain in your aching body.
He makes his way around the curve of the pool before coming behind you to kneel, chilling finger grazing along the heated skin of your shoulder, “If it's an ache that ails you, might I be of assistance?”. That sure did seem like a hell of an offer and who were you to decline, after a whispered agreement he stands and begins to strip, tossing his clothes about the clean tile without a care in the world. Slowly he breaks the surface of the water, submerging himself, doing his best to adjust to the stark difference in temperature as he makes his way into your bath. Sliding him next to you, he gently prods at your body as you willingly let him pull you in whichever way he should see fit. He settles on you straddling his lap, his hand coming up to pull your head against the expanse of skin that is his chest. It quickly heated, it would seem, as you could clearly feel the claminess of sweat beginning to coat his body, regardless you settled into a comfortable hug as your ear listened to the strong bump of his heart.
Keeping his word about soothing your aches, he brought his hands up to your shoulders and slowly worked away at the skin and muscles as he made quick work of knots forming across your back. His movement is slow but methodical, working his hands and fingers in firm circles against the waves your body created from the pressure. You couldn't help the soft moans that followed, the natural response your body gave to show appreciation of your lover and the amount of time it took him to truly know your body and apparently how little it took yours to get him to react.
Between you seated on his lap pressed against him, the needy noises that trickled freely from your throat; and the hot breath that fanned across his neck he couldn't help the reaction that he had, left feeling rather embarrassed at how little it took to get a response from him. He almost felt like an elfling again, how small and inexperienced he was. The soft brushing of his cock against your stomach forced a small chuckle from you as you tucked yourself further against him, your head resting in the crease of his neck as you left fleeting butterfly kisses against the skin and your stomach now pinning the length firmly between the two of you. The quiet strained moan that left him was absolutely delightful only becoming more delectable as you began to softly rock yourself against him.
His quiet moans quickly began to grow into more throaty, desperate sounds, his hips twitching in need. His hands came to grasp your hips, rocking you roughly against the length of him as he went from being pressed against your stomach to now resting between your thighs. You could feel him in such detail, every vein, wrinkle and pulse of the thick mass between your thighs as it pushed apart and worked through your folds, mixing the slick of your cunt with the once-clean water of the communal bath. The needy moan you let out was much louder than you initially thought, unknowingly attracting the attention of a passerby.
Glorfindel's moans weren't much better, the deep timber ricocheting across the tile walls. sealing your fate to exactly what you were doing in such a public place to none other than the lord in the doorway. Lord Elrond to be precise.
A soft grunt left him as the two of you stiffening in the moment, panic rising as your eyes locked on the embarrassed form across the room, still lingering in the doorway. His hand was still in a soft fist up at his mouth, a vain attempt to cover the blush across his face as he quickly averted his eyes from the scene. He himself looks like he was on his way to his own bathing chambers just a few doors down, as he was rather bare with the exception of a loosely clad robe across his body. Your arms sprung across the expanse of your chest to conserve even a smidge of your own decency as you turned your head away, the heat of your own face almost too much.
He cleared his throat once more before speaking “Perhaps you two should take that act up to your quarters, Valar forbid another should have found you..” A short silence falls in the air as Elrond is just about to leave before the boisterous laugh of your lover breaks through the quiet of the room. Elrond pauses, as your eyes widen and turn to gawk at him, was he mad?
“My lord, for such a declaration it does not seem as though you wish for us to keep it private, that is if your body is any indication to go by”. Elrond’s face reddens further as he tucks his robe closed much tighter than before. The jerk of his hands moved the fabric a few seconds too many to truly show off the bulge against the fabric before it quickly disappeared from the readjusting, a bulge you surely would have missed. He begins to stutter out an apology, very obviously embarrassed at having been caught. The nudge you get from Glorfindel as he gently bounces you up gets your attention, Looking up at him you see the questioning look on his face, the hint of a suggestion on his features. You understand what he’s asking and you give a nervous nod, what would he possibly think of the two of you after such an offer?
Turning your head once more you ask the question, “Would you like to stay?” It's quick, a little jumbled and dripping with anxiety but you get it out nonetheless. The pit of your stomach immediately begins to turn in nerves as you brace at the expectation to be turned down. With the question hanging quick in the air you're surprised that he doesn’t leave, he stands awkwardly where he has, just out of reach of the door as though he still leans on uncertainty. The slosh of water breaks the tension and Glorfindel's hand rises from the water as he gestures the lord over to the two of you, “we’d love the company.”
How he is always so warm and welcoming is beyond you but in the moment you're grateful for his nature as he seems to have finally convinced Elrond to join you in the water. As he disrobes he gives off the air of being self conscious, after all he is much older than you but is also a father who very much looks like it body wise. Though his training has dipped in frequency, it’s not as though it’s stopped all together. He can’t help the nerves building up as he overthinks the situation, doubting if he’d truely be attractive to you as you currently sit on the sculpted body of a legendary balrog slayer. He holds his breath as the fabric falls from his body, pooling at his feet and he doesn't dare lend a look to the two of you as he slides in the pool. The steam that comes up from the top offers a bit of comfort as he slowly wades his way over to the other side with you.
You however couldn't help but to admire his physique as his body has truly seen time but by the Valar has he held up. He’s broad and strong and you couldn't help the involuntary twitch of your thighs as you thought of him between them. It would seem that you weren't the only one however, as you felt the twitch of Glorfindel's cock against your core once more as he ogled the lord. Perhaps he didn’t know what he was in for between the two of you.
As he comes within arms reach you gesture for him to step just a little closer, the tips of your fingers slowly making contact with the chilled skin of his chest. The muscle involuntarily twitches beneath your fingertips as he takes in the sensation, the heat of the water having warmed your body to its own temperature. Growing bolder your touch grows firmer, exploring the surface of his body in the way you have dreamed, slowly gliding across the skin in all direction as your nails occasionally scrape down as you leave red marks in your wake. Your hand slides down along his hips, trailing behind him to the small of his back as you pull him closer.
Looking up at him you can still see the blush adoring his strong features and it's absolutely adorable how nervous he is, how out of practice he feels. At this moment, you’ve decided that this will be a lot of fun.
Leaning up you give his nipple a tentative lick, nothing quite firm yet, just enough to test, to tease. Once more you lick, a flick of your tongue provides a jump of his body in return then your lips envelope the bud below, creating a light suction as you suckle away at him. Brought slightly back to the moment by your lover below, the slow rise of his hands against your hips continues as he locks back on, the gentle rock of your body against his length continues as it only adds to your growing arousal. The moan that bubbles up from your throat provides such a soft vibration to your lord's chest, a stifled grunt leaving him. That small noise was enchanting to your ears. Absolutely addictive as it felt as though you were finally able to taste your forbidden fruit. Your wandering hand grows bolder, sliding down his torso before it breaks the surface of the rocking water in search for a much larger prize. Your hand comes to find it, the weighty cock between his thighs, as it comes to close tightly around it. The shudder breath that he takes in between clenched teeth grabs your full attention, you stare him down even though he has yet to gain the confidence to stare back at you. You've decided to make it your goal to meet his eyes before he comes close to meeting his end as you begin to give slow firm strokes. He hunches over to brace himself against your shoulders, his head tilted forward but eyes remaining tightly shut. The opportunity you've longed for had a firm grip on you now, You couldn't help yourself, you had to taste him. Pulling him from the water, your firm remained strong as your hand slid to the base of his cock, holding him just at eye level. Leaning forward you gave the tip a tentative lick, the taste of salty precum and soapy water coating your mouth as you leaned forward taking as much of him into your mouth as you could manage. One of his hands shot up to cover his mouth as a shaky moan left him. “oh my-D-Dearest..”. His breath was strained and hot against his hand as he moaned, enjoying the attentive swirling of your tongue. Suddenly you're lifted, at this very moment you were taking your lord back into your mouth though with the surprise movement he sank much deeper down your throat than intended and you almost gagged as the burning stretch of your mouth grew at taking in even more of him. You were quickly sat back down as you lover below began to spear himself into you, yet another familiar burn of your body as your walls were quickly stretched back open at the rocking hips of Glorfindel. He threw his head back against the tile as your tight warm walls took his considerable length so willingly, the fresh tight feeling almost making him finish on the spot. His hands remained firm as he went from grinding you against his cock to bouncing you on it. The motion aiding you in your effort with your lord occupying your throat, as he provided you with the speed and force to take him deeper, the tempo matching the filling act below the water.
Glorfindel is considerably large, the stretch and movement more than provided the feeling of being completely full, not an iota of space between your walls and the skin of his cock. One of his large hands found its way down to your front, a wandering thumb searching for the treasure at the top of your clit, bearing down in a punishing circle once it's located. It twirled easily against the bundle of nerves with the aid of the soapy water as he showed no signs of stopping the brutal pace on your body. He breath was strained as he choked out “T-thats it, come darling, come so that our lord may have you next!” The phrase brought you ever closer and it must have done the same for Elrond as his hips gave an involuntary twitch at the thought of being able to fuck you next.
Your efforts to aid your lover doubled as your rocked back against him, the scrape of his cock against your insides becoming utterly overwhelming the moans of the two men bouncing across the walls and filling your senses becomes to much and you find yourself convulsing hard against the intrusion, your orgasm washing over you. Your lover isn't far behind as he takes this as he signal to finish, his pace grows punishing your body feeling as though it ripples entirely with the force as he soon quickly finds his end, the flood of heat much hotter than the initial water ever was. It fills your insides and your thoughts as you nearly blank, the only thought keeping your present is the one where your lord does it next.
He pulls himself free from between your lips with a whine, already missing the heat of your throat as he helps pick you up from Glorfindel's lap, the feeling of being slowly emptied, a sudden one that makes you softly cry out. He guides you to the edge of the pool beside Glorfindel before gently pushing you forward to lay flat against the tile. Your front is instantly cold as the starke chill shocks your senses, the chill making goosebumps rise across your skin as your nipples involuntarily bead to attention. As you lean over completely bare to the two Ellons you can feel the warm thick golden essence of your lover coat your thighs as it's made its way outside of your cunt and having blended with the water.
Elrond shudders, It’s been a long time since he’s last made love to anyone the thought of it being you already brims on euphoric. He’s longed for this moment for quite some time but when Glorfindel had asked to court you he had considered his chances completely gone.
Now here he is, bent above your body, taking your wrists in his hand to pin above you head against the tile, cock teasing the slick-coated entrance of your core with his cock.
He held his breath as his grip on your wrists tightened, and then he was inside. The previous load of cum from your lover having provided plenty of lube to easily accommodate the new cock inside of you. Elrond felt heavy in hand and body, truly he felt like a king as he panted above you, seated in your body like a throne of his right. His stretch burned slightly more than the previous elf had as he was thicker, longer, descended in size from others much larger than he. His pace starts gentle, cautiously he rocks into you absolutely terrified of doing damage. He's deep, deeper than your partner and the way he scrapes your depths ever so slowly, softly stroking away at the nerves inside. You've longed for this, to be shared, to be cherished by the two most important individuals in your life and here you are bearing down against the tile beneath you as your nails scrape and claw at for some semblance of grounding. Begs and pleas fall from your lips as it slowly becomes the mantra of your undoing, the hard and slow thrusts steadily bringing you to your end. The sounds of his grunts and moans above you travel straight to your stomach, your inevitable undoing follows after his comment “fuck dearest, how I've longed for you”.
In an instant you're gone. Having traversed the mountain to its peak you turn and Elrond is shoving you off of the edge plummeting into the mind-numbing abyss below. You shake in the wake of your rapture, your body still jolting forward with the hard slow thrusts of your current guest. You're forced to take him and twitch in overstimulation as he chases his own release, now hyper-aware of the feeling of his thighs grinding against your own, his heavy balls slapping against your cunt from the force. You've long since drowned out the sounds of your own moans, the only noise making it past the fog in your mind are the moans above and the sloshing bouncing around the room.
A moment later he's pressed snug against you, seated deep inside as his cock pulsates, thick golden-hued cum beads out from where the two of you are joined.
He catches his breath above you and you take the moment of reprieve to do the same. The moment of peace and satisfaction is broken by sudden applause. You don't care to look as you know the source, the voice and laughter of your lover overpowers the sounds of his hands.
“What a show! When a the next viewing?”
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If you’re doing fic requests, can I suggest a Durin/Elrond fic? Maybe smut with Durin fucking Elrond in a semi public place in Lindon where they could be discovered (they’re not discovered though). And some fluff at the end with aftercare would be nice
Hi nonny!! 🤍
I absolutely can write this! I had a lot of fun writing this one, so I hope you enjoy it! 😁🤍
Title: Somewhere in the Woods
Pairing: Elrond x Durin
Raiting: 18+
Warnings: SMUT, smut all over the place. And some dirty talk and hands being restrained.
“Was it necessary to make a joke comparing the High King’s manhood to a tiny sliver of stone?” Elrond laments.
It was midday, and he and Durin had just came from a very important, very official, meeting between the realms of Lindon and Khazad-dûm. Durin of course had been sent in his father’s place to represent the dwarves of the mountain kingdom. Elrond had been permitted to attend as the High King’s herald, and the half-elf had been incredibly proud to represent the elves and to improve relations with the dwarves. That is until Gil-Galad had unintentionally offended Durin. And true to form, Durin just had to open his big mouth and offend the High King in return. The meeting between the two races had almost ended in a fistfight.
Thankfully, Elrond was the epitome of calm and grace, and through some miracle had convinced both Durin and the High King to take their seats and resume their talks.
“He offended my wife!” Durin protests, walking with Elrond away from the clearing that had been set aside for the meeting.
“The High King did not know you had a wife.” Elrond sighs and rubs a couple fingers over his temples. If he never had to attend another meeting between the realms, it would be too soon.
“Exactly!” Durin shrugs and shoves another piece of cake in his mouth.
Elrond rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “Durin.” He chides.
“What?! It’s not as if you didn’t fix the situation.” The dwarf waves him off.
“What else was I supposed to do? Let you two start a war before we could even break for luncheon? I think not!”
“A good thing you were there, then!”
“And what would you have done if I had not been there, hmmm?”
Durin stops in his steps and turns to face Elrond. He just shrugs and winks at the half-elf.
“You did this on purpose….”
“Why ever would I do such a thing?” Durin snickers.
“Must you tease me so?”
“You are just so much fun to rile up, my love.” Durin takes Elrond’s hand and presses a kiss to his knuckles.
“Durin…..” Elrond rolls his eyes in loving exasperation.
“And quite hot when you act all elf-lordy in court.” Durin grabs a handful of Elrond’s blue cloak and pulls on it till Elrond’s face is level with his. “You had me all hot and bothered the entire time.” The dwarf’s lips crash upon Elrond’s, causing the elf to let out a sound of surprise and to stumble backwards. Elrond lands on his bottom and his back falls against the trunk of one of the many golden trees along the path. For a moment, Durin stands over him and snogs him absolutely senseless.
“I hope you are happy with what you did.” Elrond says when the dwarf pulls away, left feeling dizzy and panting on the ground. The half-elf tries to stand back up, but a hand on his shoulder keeps him there. With one look up at Durin, he can see the fire in his lover’s eyes, and the longing in between.
“Very.”
Durin decides that this moment was the perfect timing to distract his lover. He places one hand on the side Elrond’s neck and the other at his waist. He dives in to latch his lips upon Elrond’s neck, suckling hard at the skin there.
“Oh!” Elrond shudders, the feel of Durin’s beard tickling his skin, among other things.
Durin takes that as permission to continue. So he fall to his knees beside the half-elf. Small bites are placed upon the pale and hairless neck, with one bite being particularly hard upon the pulse point.The one beneath him gasps and grasps at Durin’s hair. Once Elrond has grounded himself, Durin continues his work, biting up his neck and nipping at an earlobe. Elrond squirms and his head makes a thunking sound when it falls back on the tree trunk behind him.
“Durin….” He whimpers.
The dwarf undoes the pin holding his lover’s cloak together and pushes it off the broad shoulders. He then pulls the fabric of the blue tunic to the side so he can give the same treatment to the skin there as he had to the neck.
“Durin…..” Elrond says again, squirming in his lover’s hold.
The hand that had been resting on his waist moves lower to slide under his tunic and rub up and down his leg teasingly. Meanwhile, his tongue traces up Elrond’s throat, over his Adams apple and chin until he kisses Elrond once more.
“Durin!” He finally commands, and the dwarf pulls away with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes?” He asks as the hand that had been trailing over the half-elf’s leg pushes higher before landing over the hardness in Elrond’s trousers. The half-elf squeaks and bucks up into his hand. “I see you are hard too.”
“We can not do this here.” Elrond says in between breaths and whimpers as the hand on top of him rubs harder.
“Why not?” Durin begins to unlace Elrond’s trousers, teasingly slow and light handed.
“Somebody will see us!” Though Elrond half-heartedly protests, he does not push Durin away. Instead his hips tilt up to help him pull the trousers down. Durin hums in thought at that as he slides his hand under the fabric of the trousers and pulling them down to Elrond’s knees.
“What if they do?” Durin teases. While Elrond’s hips are still in the air, he pushes the discarded cloak under his hips. “Don’t want your delicate bottom being scratched by twigs and leaves.”
“Delicate?! I am not delic….wait, stop trying to distract me. What if the High King happens to want to take a stroll after his noon meal and decides this is the perfect path?” They really were not hidden, not in the slightest. And while no one had come down the path yet, it did not mean they would not do so at some point.
“Well we could give him quite the show.” Durin pushes the narrow hips down onto the ground again. Under the fabric of Elrond’s tunic he takes his cock in hand and squeezes. Elrond’s hips buck up again and he grips at Durin’s shoulders.
“I would never be able to show myself in court again.”
Durin undoes his own trouser laces and pulls out his cock. He fumbles in his pocket before pulling out the oil he carried around for his dry skin. “They are all busy doing other things I am sure.”
“Well if they do not see us, they certainly will hear us!” Elrond grinds out. The hand around his cock had started to stroke up and down with feather light touches.
“In that case, Elrond, I suppose you will just have to be quiet.” The dwarf teases before pushing one oil slicked finger into him.
Elrond moans, but the sound is abruptly cut short when he remember he is supposed to be quiet, lest one of the elves of Lindon hear them and decide to investigate. Durin begins to prepare him, quick but thorough. And with each push into his lover, he drags over his prostate. By the time the dwarf retracts his fingers, Elrond has shoved a hand over his mouth to help keep himself quiet.
As Durin pulls back to slick himself up with the oil, Elrond glares at him. “You are doing this on purpose.” He accuses.
“Doing what, my love?” Durin says with fake innocence.
“You know exactly what. Tis’ like you want us to get discovered!”
Durin scoots forward so he is right in front of his lover. With gentle hands he lifts the elf’s legs and places them over one of his shoulders. He leans forward until his cock is right up against Elrond’s entrance and then stops.
“I am sure you could talk your way out of it. With your wit you could probably make them believe they were dreaming.”
“Yes, well I would rather not test out that theory.” Elrond narrows his eyes and pouts up at his lover.
The dwarf strokes a gentle hand over Elrond’s cheek. “Ready, love?” He asks quietly, in total opposition to his previous words and actions.
Elrond nods. With no further ado, the dwarf slams his hips forward, pushing Elrond’s back further against the tree trunk and causing him to whine. His eyes close of their own accord.
Elrond’s hands flail in the air, not knowing where to go. So Durin takes his slim hands in his own and presses them against the tree trunk above his head. The dwarf sets a furious pace, thrusting hard and fast into his lover. Even Durin seemed to want to get things over quickly, just in case someone decided to take an afternoon stroll in the woods. But that doesn’t stop him from fucking his lover like his life depended on it. And speaking just as filthily.
“Even if no one discovers us now, you seem to have forgotten that we must return to the meetings immediately. There will be no time to go home and clean up.”
“Durin…” Elrond gasps at one particularly harsh thrust.
“You will have to walk out there, hair all over the place and cheeks flushed. What do you think about that?”
“Nghh.”
Durin finds his prostate with his next thrust and begins to press ruthlessly at the spot.
“Your clothes all askew and bruises upon your neck. What will they think? And what will you do? With my come leaking out of you as you stand there beside your King? The elves may not be able to see it, but they will know. They will know how you spent the lunch hour. On your back with a dwarven prince inside you.”
Elrond keens as he listens to the filthy words and struggles in Durin’s grip. “Please.” He begs.
“You would like that wouldn’t you? Everyone knowing that you are mine, and I am yours. In the most intimate of ways.”
Elrond whines and squirms again in his grasp.
“Perhaps I could even have you sat on my lap, upon my cock for the rest of the meeting. You wouldn’t mind that would you, love?”
“Durin….” Elrond shudders as one of Durin’s hands leaves where they had been holding his and takes his cock in a firm grip. The dwarf’s thrusts begin to falter, orgasm approaching quickly and he strokes his lover quickly so he too will come.
The elf’s hips stutter up at the feeling. He thrashes in his lover’s hold, wanting to touch, to feel, but unable to do anything except take his lover’s cock and attempt to hold in his cries of pleasure. There is little he could do except fall apart at the seams with a loud whine. When the orgasm crashes over him, he squeezes around the dwarf inside of him. Durin follows almost immediately, hips stopping their thrusting and filling his lover with his seed.
Durin releases Elrond’s hands as soon as he gains control over his own body once more. The pale fingers fall listlessly to the leaf covered ground. The dwarf gently lowers Elrond’s long legs back down to the ground after pulling out of the him. The half-elf pants harshly and his eyes are still closed. Durin reaches up to place his hands upon Elrond’s cheeks in a loving manner. He leans his forehead against the Elrond’s and strokes the cheeks gently.
“Are you alright, love? I did not hurt you?” He asks worriedly.
Elrond reaches his shaking hands up to wrap around Durin’s forearms and nods against him. “Aye, more than alright. You could not hurt me.” He pants harshly. Durin wraps his arms around his lover in response, holding him close.
“I am glad.”
Durin holds his lover in his arms until he has his breathing mostly under control, and his shaking calms. He retrieves a handkerchief from one of his pockets and wipes them both clean, wiping more gently over Elrond when he whimpers. With loving hands, he helps to rearrange their clothing before pulling the elf up to stand with him.
“Ready to head back?” Durin asks, taking his hand in his.
“If I say no, can we just go back to my quarters?” Elrond asks hopefully.
“I wish that we could, love. but there are more deals and treaties to discuss this day.”
Elrond grumbles under his breath and pouts as they begin to walk back down the path.
“You should watch yourself, Durin.” He says casually, smiling down at the dwarf.
“Why is that?” He raises one bushy eyebrow at the elf.
“I will have my revenge.” Elrond winks at him before rushing off ahead of him.
#elrond x durin#elrond x durin fic#elrond smut#durin smut#rings of power smut#rings of power fic#hope y'all enjoy#i love durin and elrond#they are my babes
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Modern AU: Sugar Daddy | My Sugar Daddy Loves Me
Headcanon: Maglor, Finrod, Ecthelion, Thingol, Elrond
Request: Hi Mina I hope you doing well could you please write a part 2 of your sugar daddy au? With Ecthelion, Maglor, Finrod, Elrond and Maeglin - Anon
A/N: Not gonna lie, I had a hard time envisioning Finrod as a sugar daddy since I link those who are Daddy/DILF material as a sugar daddy. He seemed so aloof as a sugar daddy and more like Friends with Benefits lol.
Warnings: a female-focused reader, smut, breeding/creampies
➽ Part 1 | Part 2
➽ Modern AU Series
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Maglor
➽ He’s a world-renowned pop star who is beloved by everyone, and you are his lovely darling he met during a backstage meet and greet when he slipped his number into your back pocket and whispered, ‘Call me.’
➽ Of course you called him because that’s how you receive gifts on your doorstep after every performance he has, world tours, or when his albums go platinum. You are the mysterious lover that his fans talk about because of paparazzi.
➽ For the most of your dynamic shared with him, you are kept a secret because, to him, it makes everything more thrilling. All those posts of him on vacation or tours with snips of your hands, legs or back, or the albums being written about you, make everything invigorating.
➽ On the days when he does return from touring, you are showered in affection abundantly. Necklaces and anklets with your name or his name, dozens of roses, lingerie, the latest fashion wear, a lump sum of money floating into your account and some days between the sheets.
➽ Plus, that pretty black credit card in your back pocket feels incredibly heavy with all the financial opportunities it’s allowing you to make. It doesn’t bother him with you swipe his card to make your purchases because he has lots of trust in you (please don’t rob him).
➽ The dynamic between you both differs from the others who would reward you for excelling at your job or studies. With Maglor, he’ll reward you for being silent as he takes you in the recording booth during breaks, support him during his concerts, and when he wins awards.
➽ Apart from dropping all the materialistic gifts on you, Maglor takes him time to worship you from head to toe. You are, after all, the inspiration behind his best-selling albums, and he has inserted your moans as background vocals on some of his songs.
➽ A passion lover you got as a sugar daddy with an oral fixation (best his mouth). He has to show you how talented those lips are; singing isn’t all that he can do with his tongue. Plus, he’s also a guitarist, so let the realisation sink in with those fingers.
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Finrod
➽ Right off the bat, his type of sugar daddy isn’t for pleasure purposes and it’s the last reason why he was willing to care for you. He just wants someone to spoil and spend lots of time with because he’s rich and lonely in his mansion.
➽ Being spoilt is something you never have to question because he’s eager to be your sugar daddy even though he doesn’t consider himself as one. He’ll just tell you that he’s a good friend helping another friend out while handing you his unlimited credit card and a bunch of gifts.
➽ The adventurous type to call you up in the middle of the night and TELL you that he already booked you all a flight a trip to a tropical island for two weeks filled with various fun activities. The idea that you have classes or work tomorrow doesn’t sink in until you’re reminding him.
➽ It’s a frequent occurrence with him visiting/calling at early hours to check out new places in the city or for you to come over because his giant house is lonely. At some point, you are living in with him and all the maids have become familiar with you.
➽ If you’re a college student, you are funded, and yes, he does have an interest in your academics. However, he’s a lot more understanding if you fail a course because he’s the reason (making you miss classes with those trips); he might suggest dropping out and letting him permanently care for you because he can also get you a decent job without a degree.
➽ As I mentioned, pleasure isn’t something Finrod is interested in during the agreement. That’s something you would have to initiate one night as you’re relaxing in bed or returning from dinner. Take the lead and make him rethink his agreement to incorporate it often and scrap the ‘friends’ talk.
➽ He isn’t someone who becomes stressed, so if anything, you’re the one who’s getting the rough sex when you’re stressed. He is happy to help because if you’re keeping him company, he has to return the favour with an open mind. And trust me when I say, he’s good at what he does but acts casual as if he didn’t strip away your ability to walk.
➽ At least your time being his sugar baby will be fun and filled with excitement, something that outshines the finances and pleasure he blesses you with. His desire for companionship helps to make the dynamic between you two worthwhile.
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Ecthelion
➽ Responsible for marketing some of the most valuable gemstones around the world; mostly invested in the diamond stock market. The first time you met him and stepped into his house, you noticed how much he was obsessed with the gemstone. You don’t complain because it’s what he gifts you whenever you perform well for him.
➽ He covers all your tuition expenses and living commodities and gives you one of his unlimited credit cards to shop for your heart's desires. In return, you must bring home good grades (he’ll tell you what’s good) and keep up your good reputation. He doesn’t want you to ever tarnish your reputation.
➽ Ecthelion is wealthy and educated, so he doesn’t mind getting involved and invested in your field of work or degree program. Depending on what it is, he’ll extend his knowledge, but if he doesn’t know, he’ll make attempts to get you good connections to boost your career.
➽ So long as you maintain your good grades and reputation, you’re in it for life. He’s taking you vacations to tropical islands, opera shows, shopping sprees, buying you the most expensive jewellery sets and clothes. You will be rocking the best designer clothes, Ecthelion isn’t standing for you wearing simple clothes.
➽ Of course, when you perform excellently for him, he will return the favour with more than just trips and money. He established in the beginning that he was seeking companionship during your deal, and as much as he wanted to keep things professional, something about the red lipstick you adore wearing sucked him in.
➽ Perhaps allowing you to give him a blowjob under the table in his office during a quick visit and leaving lipstick smeared all over his cock made him change his mind about keeping things professional. He was pleased when you agreed to make the relationship more intimate than hugs and kisses.
➽ He wastes no time whenever he’s stressed to relieve himself through you (with your consent). You’re his little stress reliever, and in return, Ecthelion doesn’t mind letting you use him to beat your stress. Sex is rough and steamy between you both. You are getting bent over countertops, work desk, pressed against the wall, he’s hungry beneath his professional demeanour.
➽ While he is a formal and sophisticated gentleman, and he would not touch you inappropriately in public, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t purchase you vibrator panties and plugs. You’re sitting beside him during a conference meeting and he’s causally playing with the speed on his phone, making you cum.
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Thingol
➽ This sugar daddy is drifting over to the DILF side of things and do not be fooled by his silver hair, he isn’t old, he’s simply trendy and into the latest fashion styles. Giovani, Armani, Dior, Marco Polo, Ralph Lauren and the list goes on. Thingol is an old-money type of sugar daddy, and he adores showing off his wealth to you.
➽ To be honest, Thingol really want to be your sugar daddy because he saw you and liked you. At the time, you were a broke college student or young worker struggling in the business world who used the opportunity he was providing to build your career and status.
➽ Thingol doesn’t care about all that (at first), but he does ensure all your needs and desires are met. Tuitions paid, loans cleared, no negative credit score or empty bank account. You’re the rich student on campus or your job that everyone is jealous of because he makes sure the world knows you’re spoilt by rolling up in some custom Rolls Royce or Bently.
➽ Your unlimited credit cards weigh a ton in your pocket, but who cares because you’re rich and being pampered as you deserve? Of course, nothing in life comes for free and without payment. Thingol might carry some age because he has a fully grown child, but he isn’t old.
➽ He makes it clear that he would enjoy being intimate and seeking companionship in return for the wealth spent on you. Do you decline, of course not (you can’t, or you’ll end up poor again).
➽ Thingol is the definition of old is the new young. This man has the stamina to last for a lifetime and makes sure you’re always satisfied. He can be stingy and demand that you give him more attention (he’s a receiver more than a giver). You’ll have to catch him in the right mood for him to be on the giving end.
➽ But still, you can’t complain because you’re getting good dic—. Anyway speaking of spoiling you, he adores whenever you’re completely decked out in lingerie for him, i.e. just all the jewellery he bought for you and nothing else.
➽ He does have a slight breeding kink, but it isn’t intending to want children, so you have nothing to worry about. Thingol just enjoys the sight of prettying his sugar baby.
➽ Know that he’ll gift you some necklace or ring that informs everyone that you’re his and no one else’s. If you ask him if it means he’s proposing, he’ll reply with something along the lines of, “You’re already mine princess, wedding ring or not.”
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Elrond
➽ DILF number three and it makes perfect sense since he’s a descendant of many DILFs (Fingolfin, Turgon, Thingol). But Elrond doesn’t mind being someone’s sugar daddy, though his intentions are more for genuine purposes. If you want more, you’re gonna have to do all the work to show him that it’s more than paying your tuition and giving you money.
➽ Nevertheless, he covers all your expenses and demands that you perform excellently in your field of study or job. Elrond would even go out of his way to personally teach you (and no, I don’t mean bending you over the desk type of teaching) to ensure success is at your fingertips.
➽ This man is the most passionate and dedicated sugar daddy who cares about your well-being to a great extent. He’s well-rounded, so he’s fulfilling all your needs and wants, health, education, finances, basic commodities and living expenses. Please don’t disappoint him by failing your classes, he’s pulling all his money into the best tutors.
➽ In return for your devotion and passion for excellence, you are getting spoiled but not like the others. Elrond doesn’t mind giving you money or taking you on shopping sprees or trips around the world, he simply doesn’t want you dependent dependent on him to always provide since he’s building you up to become your own boss and financially secure.
➽ He’ll spoil, but not to that extent. Such a philosophical man, teaching all about life and how to be independent and headstrong.
➽ Now, as I’ve previously mentioned, if you want him to take you to bed, impressions are everything. Elrond’s the type to get impressed by your sense of elegance, sophistication and linguistics. Show him how skilled your tongue is, and he’ll be wanting more. No doubt he’s rewriting the contract in his mind.
➽ He has kids and knows how to ramp in between the sheets. In his state, he probably isn’t interested in more given his desire for companionship, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to be giving out creampies. The sight of it is his catalyst for wanting to give you more and keep you up all night.
➽ He’s a gentleman in the streets and will incapacitate you in the sheets. Tricks up his sleeves despite having an old fashion appeal about him. Give him a dance dressed in some pretty lingerie—nothing overly fancy, he likes elegance and simplicity—while he sips on whisky or brandy in a button-down shirt and his tie lazily discarded around his neck.
➽ Treat him well because running multiple companies is tiring, so relieve his stress while he relieves yours and you’ll be the happiest sugar baby ever.
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Pairing: Elrond x Fem. Reader (second person POV)
Themes: Soft | Smut
Warnings: Kissing | Penetrative sex | Public sex | Sex in an unusual location | Cream pie
Word count: 1.7k words
Summary: Elrond goes in search of his companion, and is greeted with a ball of snow instead.
Rating: 🔥🔥| Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume.
Divider by @estrelinha-s
Snow lay thick on the ground by the time Elrond and his warriors returned from the borders of Rivendell.
“Lindir!” He called out to his steward after he dismounted and gave over the reins of his horse to another elf. “Where has y/n gone off to this morning?”
Lindir, after having seen his lord and his men some distance away, left for the courtyard to wait for them. He bowed and offered Elrond a traditional welcome and said, “Lady y/n left for the woods just beyond the guest lodgings not long ago. You may find her by the pond, I think.”
“My thanks.” Elrond turned over his sword and gloves to Lindir and walked down the same paths you did. It was cold, but not unpleasantly so. His boots left little to no imprint on the snow, and the brazing winter air itself was invigorating. It carried with it the faint redolence of spruce and fir and pine. He sighed in contentment and turned to take a glimpse of his home. All of Rivendell looked different, like an enchanted keep in a wintery land.
“Melleth?” He cried and looked around. Of snow-covered trees and bushes, there were aplenty, but you were nowhere to be seen. “Where are you?”
Nothing but the wind answered him. “Melleth?” He shouted again. “What mischief are you up to now?”
A white ball flying in a perfect arc and exploding in a spray of snow and ice after hitting him on the back was all the answer he needed. Elrond smiled, and dusted the snow off of his cloak. Then another ball flew in from the same direction and hit him on the head with a soft thud. He turned to face the direction it came from, and crouched just as a third projectile came hurtling toward him.
Orcs are not the only things determined to test my patience. Elrond sighed, then smiled to himself and made his way down another path, resolute to catch you in the act.
There was nothing to be heard after that. No calls for you, no shouts, and no commands for you to show yourself. Elrond made no sound as he moved, and that put you on edge. He could be anywhere, and you would not know of his presence until he was right before you.
A hushed silence fell over the little copse you concealed yourself in. There were no animals moving about in the brush; they were sleeping in their little dens and caves for the whole of the winter. A bird sang, but there was no other sound beyond its sweet singing. Minutes passed, and still there was no sign of Elrond.
Where is he? You thought to yourself. Had Elrond returned to the main house and the Hall of Fire? Had he ridden out with his warriors again? Or was he out there, somewhere, biding his time until you revealed yourself?
Time drifted by as if in a dream. It grew colder and a little darker. And Elrond was nowhere to be seen. Thinking that he had returned to the halls, you left your hiding place behind an old oak tree and departed for home.
“And where do you think you are going?”
“Elrond!” You squealed, startled. Elrond had been right beside your little hiding place the entire time, waiting for you to appear. The smile that flashed across his face was smug and self-satisfied. “How did you know I was here?”
He tapped the side of his nose with his finger and said, “It was your fragrance that gave you away, meleth.”
You sniffed at your wrists and your hair. There was no scent to be found on your skin or your dress. “But I am wearing no perfume,” you said in protest.
“Twas not a perfume I smelled,” he smiled again. “It was the scent of you that gave you away.”
You flushed and looked away. Elrond laughed softly. “There is nothing to be ashamed of. Truly. I quite like the way you smell. Although,” he went on to add, “I do think it is highly unbecoming for the Lady of Imladris to throw balls of snow at unsuspecting elves.”
“Perhaps,” you muttered. Then you turned to face him, your eyes bright with curiosity. “You said you liked the way I smell. What else do you like about me?”
It was Elrond’s turn to flush, and not from embarrassment. “I see,” he commented. “You wish to know more about what I find desirable in you. Let me think. I quite enjoy your ability to find pleasure even in the simplest of things.”
“Such as throwing balls of snow at you?”
“Do not test me on that, melleth.”
“My pardons.”
He grinned, and walked toward you. “I also love seeing you like this: your cheeks all flushed from the cold, your hair all in a beautiful tangle, and this cloak is quite fetching on you. A pity it conceals so much. Or have I simply been away for too long, and anything appears alluring to me now?”
“Elrond!” You gasped in disbelief. Pale blue eyes lit up in amusement.
“I jest, melleth,” he said, coming even closer. “You are ravishing as always. Now, where was I?”
“You were speaking of my cloak,” you told him. Heat slowly bloomed in your cheeks when he reached out and undid the clasps of your cloak. “And how it concealed too much.”
“Indeed.” Skillful fingers unfastened each clasp one by one. The shock of cold air dancing over exposed skin left you tingling. Elrond delighted in this, for he had been away for far too long. He had missed watching such sensations flow through your body, and he found himself yearning to savor all of it again, here and now, even though the two of you were in the woods, and not within the privacy of your shared chambers.
“I relish watching you tremble beneath me,” he began, and drew your cloak away. “How you shiver when I run the flat of my hand over your belly. And your hair… I love how it flows around my fingers when I loosen your braids.”
He reached back and slowly loosened one braid, and another, and another. Your hair soon fell around your shoulders. Elrond was not done. His hand did indeed glide up your waist and onto your belly. It made you feel warm and feverish. You shuddered beneath him when that same hand pushed you back—back until he had you caged between him and the bark of a tree.
“We are out in the open,” you pointed out to him. “Someone could come upon us.”
“They will not,” Elrond assured you. “And we need not tarry needlessly. I have missed you, melleth. Let me have a taste of you, at least.”
He dipped his head and kissed the shell of your ear and the expanse of your throat. His arms slipped around your waist when yours twined around his neck.
“Just a taste?” Your blood was already roaring in your ears. Elrond lifted his gaze. His eyes were clouded with lust. “Or more than that?”
“More than that,” he echoed, “if possible. And like I said, we need not tarry needlessly.”
“I never took you for one who loves quickly,” you remarked. “But I do not mind this being the first instance you do so.”
His eyes gleamed wickedly. “Wonderful. Close your eyes, melleth. I will see to the rest.”
Elrond did indeed tend to it all, and so much more besides. His kisses drowned out your sighs and the soft moans that followed in their wake. He slipped an arm beneath your thighs and lifted you up, growling in your ear when he felt your legs wrap tight around his hips. He nearly crushed you to his armor when he kissed and kissed and kissed, and yet you barely felt the steel press against silk and bone and flesh. All your thoughts were consumed by him, by the strength in his arms and his back, and by the hot and sinful mouth that hammered away at any sense of restraint you had.
“Elrond,” you sighed. Your hand slipped over his chest and down his belly, and beneath the silks underneath his armor. It was a trial, loosening the thin strips of cloth around his breeches, but you managed all the same. When you reached in and took him to hand, he nipped your throat.
“I see you are more than keen on me loving you quickly.” There was a sharp rip. Elrond removed his hand just long enough to move it between your thighs and tear at your small clothes. He touched you briefly, groaning against your neck when he found you already wet.
Elrond’s touch was as electrifying as his kisses. However, he did not continue with his ministrations for long. Another hunger rose to claim him, one that demanded to be satisfied. Elrond pressed his lips against yours, moaning in triumph when you guided his erection into the soft and welcomed grip of your body.
“I love this as well,” he gasped. “How you make me feel when you take me inside of you. Am I going too fast?”
“Given that we are exposed,” you countered and tightened your grip against his waist, his broad shoulders. “I would say you are not going fast enough.”
Elrond did not need to be told anything else. He set a tortuous pace, his armor now nearly cutting into your dress, while you clung to him like a burr. The discomfort of it all soon gave way to a bliss that slowly grew in your belly and spread until you saw nothing but a brilliant golden light flashing behind your eyes. Elrond shook when you sobbed against his shoulder and cried out his name. It was enough to unravel him, and with one last grunt, he spilled his seed inside of you.
Neither of you moved, even when an icy wind swept around the trees. Elrond continued to kiss you, this time with soft, quick kisses around your brow.
“We best return,” he said slowly, and more than a little reluctantly. He was shaking. His body was still caught in the aftermath of his release. “Lest Lindir or someone else comes in search of me. And the next time you wish to start a snowball fight, warn me first. I will be ready for you then.”
tags: @victoria-styles
#whimsy's christmas fics#elrond#elrond smut#elrond x reader#reader insert#x reader#lotr#twelve days of ficsmas
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i may or may not be quite horny rn… 🫠🙂
#thanks ri your elrond smut is now forever in my brain#and it lives there rent free to the end of time#elrond smut#fuc#oh i wanted to aay fic but fuc is actually more accurate#rop
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Fenharel-enaste Masterlist
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• Smut (18+): 🔥 Fluff: 🌸 Angst: 💔 Comfort: 💙
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Elendil
· My Captain 🔥🌸 Elendil catches you doing inappropriate things on his bed and now you’re in trouble...
· SFW Headcanons 🌸 How Elendil would be as a lover.
· NSFW Headcanons 🔥 We know Elendil in bed is something else...
· Reflection 🔥🌸 Elendil makes sure you see yourself as he does. Literally...
· Smiles among Scrolls 🔥🌸 You're an apprentice in the Hall of Lore and and new visitor catches your eye... and you his.
· A Lesson in Patience (AU) 🔥 Apparently Elendil doesn't like you teasing him when he's busy…
· Aftermath 💔💙🌸 Your lover Elendil has been injured during the battle in the Southlands and you rush up to heal him.
· The Calling of the Sea (Part 1) 🔥 You’ve been eyeing your husband’s best friend... Maybe they’re perceptive enough to know what you want from them.
· The Calling of the Sea (Part 2) 🔥 You arrive home with Elendil and the Sail Master unaware of the things they have prepared for you...
· CEO!Elendil Headcanons (AU) 🔥🌸 What it would be like dating your boss Elendil.
· Just a Few More Minutes 🔥 Elendil wakes up by your side one morning feeling quite needy…
· A Remedy for Mind Poison 💔💙🌸 Something's been troubling your mind for a while and Elendil's there to comfort you.
Galadriel
· Bluster (Part 1) 🔥 You brag about being the best elven warrior, but Galadriel makes sure to put you in your place.
· Bluster (Part 2) 🔥 You visit Galadriel in her chambers and let her teach you some humility... but you won't make easy for her.
Elrond
· Morning Star 💔💙 Elrond meets Galadriel when he needs it the most.
· NSFW Headcanons 🔥 How our Elrond would treat his lover in bed.
Orson Krennic
· Lace & Leather 🔥As director Krennic’s sugar baby, you only had to do one thing in return for everything he did for you...
· Orson Krennic Headcanons 🔥🌸💙 What Krennic would do to comfort you when feeling sad/tired.
#masterlist#my fics#the rings of power#rings of power fanfiction#elendil#elendilf#elendil x reader#elendil fanfic#elendil smut#galadriel#galadriel x reader#galadriel fanfic#elrond#elrond x reader#elrond smut#elrond fanfic#x reader#orson krennic#orson krennic x reader#orson krennic smut#orson krennic fanfic#rogue one#star wars
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Elrond and Thranduil with a hobbit reader, like maybe she's bilbo's sister in the events of the hobbit or Frodo's sister in lord of the rings and them having a huge size kink because like she's so small and naïve to the ways of the world she's never been outside of the shire, just...let them shelter (*cough* corrupt *cough*) her
Elrond
When the Dwarves arrived in Rivendell seeking information and supplies, the Lady hobbit caught his eye. Bilbo's sister was such a sweetheart at the table. Her manners are perfect and the way she looks at him has Elrond seeking to catch his breath.
During the dwarves short stay, he makes it a point to spend as much time with the Lady hobbit as possible. Walking with her through the gardens, showing her the vast library, watching her face light up in wonder as he showed her around.
Finding excuses to have her sit in his lap, or to pick her up. His large hands engulfing her body, he has to stop himself from groping her.
Elrond just wants to keep her all to himself. Telling her that she is free to stay behind. If she agrees he is over the moon although won't show it much. If she says no however, he says that his door is always open to her and that she should come and visit after her adventure.
Thranduil
When the dwarves were imprisoned, Bilbo's sister was taken with them.
Legolas and Tauriel didn't know what to do with her. She wasn't a dwarf and definitely not a human nor elf.
When she was presented to Thranduil he knew exactly what she was. A hobbit.
The king had only heard of them, and seen drawings. But he was sure of what she was.
He liked the way she looked up at him, big doe eyes full of fire. He sent everyone out of the throne room to question her.
Thranduil circled her like a hawk. Asking questions about why she was with filthy Dwarves. Noting that she was a long way from home.
He wanted to keep her as a pet, have her curled up in his chambers at all hours of the day, even sitting in his lap on the throne.
He'd offer her a deal, her freedom for the dwarves freedom. His lips curling into a devilish smile when she naively agrees
#The hobbit#the hobbit imagine#the hobbit headcanons#the hobbit x reader#lotr headcanons#lotr imagine#lotr x reader#lotr#lord of the rings#lord elrond#elrond#elrond x reader#thranduil oropherion#thranduil x reader#Smut#Fluff#Headcanons
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