muse reaction to yours shoving them against the wall and sticking their hand down her pants || lordofelves

It was very rare that Aiden went on vacation, usually such things were only weekend trips with her family during the winter to hit the slopes in Colorado Springs. This trip was a surprise. For a whole week she was off with her parents to Orlando. She’d left with the promise of bringing back presents for Legolas and the not-so-well-received promise of getting Thranduil his own set of Mickey Mouse ears.

She did both of course, and well as getting plenty of pictures and sending them along to her boyfriend, letting him know that she was having fun. She’d asked if he could join her family, but he’d insisted that she spend time with her parents. 

Either way, Aiden was glad to return home to the two-story victorian after the week was over. Her gifts were all carefully packaged, particularly considering there was one gift that was quite fragile for Legolas, but when she spotted it she simply couldn’t resist. The sight of the porch light being off and no light in the entry way gave her pause. She’d called ahead after the plane had landed, told Thranduil she would be home that night.

Pursing her lips, she left her bags in the SUV, bringing only her keys, a weapon if needed. It wasn’t late enough for both him and Legolas to be in bed, and even if it was the porch would have been lit for her.

Cautiously entering the house, Aiden called out Thranduil’s name, was just about to start on ‘I’m home’ when the force collided with her, pinning her against the door. Her first instinct was to fight back, that is until she heard the whispered ‘welcome home’ in her ear. It was then that she noticed two things.

A. Thranduil was very naked.

B. Obviously he was very happy that she was home. The hand he quickly slipped down the front of her shorts only helped in that assumption, though the boner against her hip was enough evidence.

“Miss me that much, Thran?” Aiden spoke breathlessly as he rubbed at her sex insistantly, sending her knees weak.

Muse Reaction Meme || lordofelves

4. Being Attacked

RAWR!

It wasn’t exactly atypical for Aiden to come home to hearing her stepson pretending to be ‘Lego the Dragon’. Legolas loved the costume she’d made him for Halloween, a full dragon suit with tail and wings and all. As soon as she’d finished it he was wearing it and ‘flying’ around the house, conquering pieces of furniture and laying claim to some of her costume jewelry as his hoard.

What was different this time were the accompanying fake cries of pain and horror from her husband. It seemed he was suffering from a dragon attack.

Walking into the living room, she saw the scene and was unable to stop a smile from spreading across her face. It seemed that Thranduil was pinned on his stomach, with Legolas roaring triumphantly from his perch on the small of his father’s back.

“Little help here, A?” came her husband’s inquiry from the floor, which only made her chuckle.

“Oh, I think Legolas has this one covered, Thran. He hardly needs my help.” That got her one of his patented looks, which only made her laugh as she stepped into the room and swept the now six year old off of his seat and over her shoulder.

“Momma I was winning! Daddy had no chance!” Legolas pouted, his arms crossed as he hung halfway upside down over her back.

“That’s why I had to save him,” was her reply while helping Thranduil to his feet, “we’re always a team.”

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

Her scalp, in any verse whether she has hair or not. She loves feeling fingers over her head and it will make her melt pretty quickly. That said though, pulling her hair when she has it isn’t a good idea x.x Also, though they may not be ‘sensitive’ she enjoys her tattoos being touched/kissed etc. 

✿ : Has your muse ever had sex before?

It depends on the verse, of course. Modern and Tolkien, no but Game of Thrones yes.

☜ : Does your muse like to top?

Not very often but yes, she enjoys being able to look down and watch Thranduil’s expressions because he/she really lets go during sex and Aiden loves it.

☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?

It is her preferred position, especially when she convinces Thranduil to really dominate her ;)

∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?

Held up against the wall/any nearby hard vertical surfaces. His strength is a bit of a turn on for her, and what better way to show it? Not sure for Fem!Thran tbh.

☺ : How often does your muse masturbate?

More often when Thranduil is away on business trips, less when he/she’s home, though Aiden will mostly do it then when she knows he/she’s coming home soon.

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

Not very long at all, a minute or so with the right amount of stimulation, longer without it.

✌ : Is your muse good with their hands?

VERY MUCH SO YES. Aiden has very skilled fingers, comes with all the little beading and embroidery work she’s done for most of her life. She prefers giving hand jobs and such to oral.

♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing?

In Tolkien or Game of Thrones verse, no. The only scars she’d have in the latter would be ones that belonged to whoever’s face she’s wearing anyway. Modern day however, she has a few small ones on her collarbone, insider her elbow and on the back of her hand from IVs that she’s...not embarrassed about but they’re not ones she’s proud to have.

Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

She certainly can be if she wants, and if she’s encouraged to be. She probably embarrassed half of Mirkwood in the early days of her and Thranduil’s marriage.

⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks?

Aiden’s a bit of a sub, and she enjoys that kind of play, especially with Thranduil. She’d be open to explore other kinks she may have; simple bondage, roleplay (she could make cheap costumes lol), some sensory deprivation, maybe a toy here and there.

☯ : If you’re comfortable with it, write a drabble about our muses doing something naughty. If not, put a strikethrough across this one in your reblog (or simply don’t do it; your blog, your rules ;3). 

Coming soon ;)

☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some?

Aiden’s just got her ears pierced, normal piercings not gauged or anything, and she’s happy with just that.

♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?

Aiden had just run to the Gallia on instinct, it was close, and like a beacon of safety from the world. Something she needed after being exposed like a raw nerve to practically a whole restaurant. Even after all this time, the things Seth could say to her hurt, reminded her of every millisecond of what had happened between them. It was a wounded part of her soul and had remained there, messily patched up, for seven years. It was why she never let herself get that close to anyone, why she kept an even firmer grasp on her secret illness. She never wanted that pain again.

So much for that. Even after only a handful of months, even after he’d initially left her, a certain single father had somehow found a way under that airtight armor, whether he knew it or not.

Curling more into herself as she sat on one of the velveteen seats, she missed the reflection of headlights sliding by, flickering through the circular windows of the doors to the main theater. But even past her sobs, she did hear running footsteps, and the doors of the entry way opening as someone yelled her name.

Thranduil

Aiden froze, half wanting to run to him, the other half not wanting to move. She’d already made, and been made, a spectacle that night, was there any point in holding back now? But how did he find her? Why come himself?

That man cares about you Aiden, maybe you should let him. Her brother’s words came back to her, one of the times he’d visited her during a treatment and she asked what impression from Thranduil he got. At the time she’d played it down but...

“Aiden,I don’t care what they think, what that bastard thinks. To me, you are perfect.” When had he come into the main room? His voice was closer, from the back of the house. Had he seen her? Or was he still looking? Slowly the designer raised her head up from her knees, her wig was still a mess from where she’d jammed it back on her head, and glanced back at his silhouette in the doorway.

And for a moment, her heart stopped. The light shining through the glass front door of the theater illuminated part of his face, his expression suffused with worry, eyes searching the darkened house. Searching for her. Maybe, just maybe...Brennan was right.

It was a blur how she got into his arms, whether she’d stood and run to him or if he’d come for her but she didn’t care. All she cared about was feeling his arms around her, her face pressed over the pulse of his heartbeat, and how it felt to finally say what she’d wanted to for a while but just hadn’t found the way to.

Put ’ Dom’ or ‘Sub’ according to what you think my character is in bed! || lordofelves