Dabi and Hawks are greedy guys, so greedy. It might be the reason they share you, the reason they sell drugs, the reason they don't even let you lay a finger on the merchandise. Hawks claims it's because, "You're too sweet to get addicted to this shit, baby." Dabi says it's because he, "just don't want you touching the shit thats gives me money to pay my bills."

They smoke it too, Hawks let's you cock warm him while him and Dabi pass a blunt between the two of them. It's just to tease you, let you smell and see and hear the one thing you can't have, they give you everything you want, just not this. You clench around him when you hear him inhale deeply, the sticky stench of weed filling your nose when he blows smoke out. He laughs and it jostles him up inside of you more. You whimper, eyes screwing shut as you try to stop yourself from moving your hips.

Dabi told you that if you could just be good and sit on Hawk's cock then you could have a hit. You didn't pick up the fact that he was lying, just wanted to keep you from moving around and touching all the shit they're trying to package. He laughs at you when you take shaky inhales, nails digging into Hawk's shoulders. You're too focused on being good to realize that's another sign he was lying.

Then they're done and you're pouting saying, "I was good, Dabi, I did what I was told. You said I could have a hit." And he's laughing right in your face, waving the blunt infront of your face. "Yeah, I was fuckin' lying, babygirl. I know somewhere in that dumb little head you knew that." He gets meaner when he's high, surprisingly.

Hawks just lazily jerks up into you and you mewl, leaning forward into Hawks' shoulder, ignoring Dabi's laughing while he smokes, as you bounce on his cock. You always have to do all the work when you and Hawks fuck and he's high, he's such a pillow princess.

"Don't let the princess fool you either, baby, he' not gonna let you get a git just 'cause you're sitting there bouncing on his dick." You whine, flipping him off quickly before stabilizing yourself on Hawks's cock, with hands on his shoulders. Hawks doesn't last very long when he's high either, so soon he's spilling inside of you and nudging you off of him because overstimulation is not his thing. Even if you didn't cum, he just kisses your temple while he pulls his pants back up.

“Sweet Artanis,” Melian calls. It is a warble that makes the leaves above them come falling to the floor in search of its maker. “I was just thinking of you.” 

As she always does when Melian sweet-talks her, Galadriel bows her head in thanks and does not let her face flush. The heat must go somewhere, however, and it descends in search of its destination. 

Melian continues, her hands sharp against the twines. “The leaves grow yellow with this early fall, our trees will be bare before I can blink. Why is that do you think?”

“A harsh winter to come, I imagine, my Queen.” 

Melian hums, her thumbs twitches against the string and a harsh tune comes out. Galadriel feels it in her chest. “But you’ve come to me for something else…” Her head falls sideways, and the shadow of her hair makes the darkness around them suffer in envy–so heat-filled, so black. Galadriel conjures up images of ripe blackberries bursting on the tongue, plums snapping harsh against her gums. Her teeth shiver in her mouth, tongue seeking such. 

Nevertheless, the other, harsher shadows come forth. Galadriel falls to her knees beside Melian, the cold ground kisses at her knees. Her head falls forward to rest on Melian’s thigh. They have been in this position before, when Galadriel finds it too much to bear to stare directly into Melian’s undiluted gaze. It is easier to speak to her, to see her kindness, when she cannot see her. 

Galadriel speaks, words muffled by the cloth held tight to Melian’s skin. She smells her through it, a deep scent, the way roots are bound to smell after rain. “I do not wish to be broken. My Queen, you can weave grand walls and borders, girdle my mind if I so seek it, I beg this of you.” 

wc: ~5k | Galadriel/Melian | Explicit

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♡ Teddy Bear ♡

You are my teddy bear..

A/N: AHH I LOVE THAT IDEA. TYSM FOR THAT 🙏🏾🙏🏾

Ayano Aishi × Shy!Chubby!Fem reader!!

Characters aged up to 18+ (Senior Year)

CW: Blood, Knife play, Sub & Dom, Killing (its Ayano Aishi 🙄), Sub Reader, Dom Ayano

Legolas jacks off to Aragorn. that's it that's the fic. he's kinda freaky in this one,,,

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Thranduil once told him he looked like a dog at the feet of its master, Legolas found he didn't mind the thought.

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Half-lidded eyes peered out into the distance, to the unknowing figure of his companion, his future king. The woods were quiet now, save for his gentle gasps and the whisper of the fire, Aragorn had put his sword in it's sheathe, had taken to staring into the flames with a fierce look upon his face. The shadows carved out the hollows of his face and placed a soft orange kiss where it dared not reach. Wind fiddled with the soft brown strands of hair, until it blew upon his cheek, sticking to the sweat there. It was a hot summer night, but their dinner needed flame. 

Legolas fared not the better even this far, beads of sweat raced down his neck, gathering along the hem of his tunic. His hand kept its momentum, the other coming to rest on his face–two fingers to his lips. Never had he felt another’s warmth on him, it was unheard in Mirkwood to take lovers, unheard of for most Elf-kind. But Legolas had never been the usual sort of Elf, and as the centuries piled upon each other, he soon learned the art of coaxing pleasure from himself. Like striking a match in his mind and watching the shadows dance–the art of imagination, of dreaming into the night. 

(E) 3/?

Legolas and Aragorn cut through the Misty Mountains on their way to Imladris.

A snippet of chapter 3: