He’ll finish scolding you for being reckless or not following his direction, not realizing until after he’s done that your gaze is cast to the ground in shame and quiet tears are rolling down your face. He doesn’t switch up immediately, but realizes how he let his anger boil over again, and he feels a punch of guilt deep in his gut. He’ll say something half-assed in an effort to ease your distress—“it’s not a big deal, just don’t… do it again”—before stiffly bringing you into a hug.
Fili
He has a very independent and solitary personality because of his upbringing. It’s not that he doesn’t love spending time with you, he just also needs to be alone sometimes. When his voice has a bit too much edge to it as he tries to express his need for space without being rude, it backfires and you freeze, your heart sinking. Your most irrational fears flash before you as you begin to sniffle, walking away quickly. Fili follows you immediately, realizing he was in the wrong. “Lass, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it to sound like that. Don’t go, honey, I want you here.” He grabs your arm, pulling you into him as his hand finds the back of your head, rubbing softly as your tears soak his shirt. “Don’t go.”
Kili
You mistake his social nature for betrayal, and when you see him talking excitedly with another woman, it goes to your head. With tears in your eyes you turn around before Kili even has the chance to introduce you, and you retreat somewhere you think you won’t be found. But Kili is on your heels the second he sees that glint in your eye, and he grabs your arms and turns you around to face him before you can get too far. “I would never,” he whispers as he pulls you close to him, and your tears are partly from relief that he isn’t mad at you. “Never in a million years.”
[ YOUR SMILE ] it's infectious ── the laughter that spills from your lips and the sweet, carefree smile that follows; they can't stop themselves from smiling too. a smile, to them, symbolises that you're safe, that you're happy, and they could wish for no more than that.
arwen, boromir, elladan, eomer, erestor, lindir, sam tauriel, thranduil
[ YOUR HEART ] sweet and doting, your generosity is charming ── they've seen you give others extra portions of food when you think nobody is watching, given up your blankets despite shivering yourself: it makes them a little flustered to see how much you care for others ( if only you'd dote on them too ).
[ YOUR HUMOUR ] your unyielding ability to find humour in even the bleakest moments is charming ── where there is laughter, there is hope, and they've come to find your ability to make them laugh a great comfort.
I love your writing!! Do you have any relationship hcs for Thorin Oakenshield?
Thorin Oakenshield Relationship Headcanons
Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x reader
Warnings: mild nsfw
A/N: ugh I miss writing for him I need to lock in
request for anon!
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He's very direct and obvious with how he feels about you, and doesn't pay much mind to how others perceive him or you. When he wants you, you will know.
He shows love by taking responsibility for you. For your safety, your happiness, your goals. He views these things as his duty in the same way he bears the burden as king.
Similarly, his love language is acts of service. He takes great pride and fulfillment in doing things for you and making your life easier. If you're happy and calm, he's happy and calm and feels like he can do anything.
Has a bit of a fear of rejection/fear of not being enough for you but won't show it openly. If he ever gets you gifts or plans to do something for you, there's a little voice deep inside him that makes him think you won't like it or won't care. He overcomes these thoughts easily because he knows you so well, but that innate fear never really goes away. At his core, he wants nothing more than to win the approval of and do good by others, especially you. He'll act like he doesn't care whether he is accepted or not, but it makes him feel so warm inside when you openly appreciate him or display gratitude for what he does.
That being said, he doesn't need reciprocation in that aspect or flowery words of appreciation. Seeing your face light up and a beautiful, genuine smile pull at your lips is all he ever needs as validation. And you'll have him literally blushing if you run into his arms or kiss him.
His favorite thing to give you is flowers. In Erebor, gold and gems are plentiful and common. You have all you could ever ask for at your fingertips. But finding a flower that matches the glow in your eyes or the flush in your cheeks is rare and beautiful.
He's always hyperaware of your comfort. He rarely gets cold, but if he perceives the tiniest shiver from you, his coat is immediately off and draped around your shoulders. Similarly, if you're too hot or tired, nobody moves until you've had enough time to rest.
Another semi-rational fear of his is of accidentally hurting you physically, in any way. While this usually shows when you're intimate with him, it leaks through into every physical interaction with you. His hugs are gentle and his hands are restrained when they hold you, like he's scared you'll shatter.
That being said, the calmest he's ever felt was lying between your legs with his head on your chest while your fingers ran through his hair. It took lots of reassuring him that he won't crush you and you can handle his weight.
He sleeps like a rock. Very still and quiet, but the smallest noise will cause his eyes to open and his heart rate to jump a little.
He prefers sleeping on his back with you curled up into his side or with your head resting on his chest or shoulder or bicep.
In the morning, however, the first thing he'll do when he wakes up is roll onto his side and gather you into his arms. His fingers will bury in your hair as he tucks your head under his chin against his neck. He secretly loves the way your cold nose slowly warms up again against his warm skin, and the way your breath feels against his collarbone. Usually, he'll go back to sleep for an hour or so like this.
He gets viciously jealous, but tries everything he can to conceal it because he doesn't want to upset you. Just know that if he sees you talking to another male, or catches wind of someone hitting on you, his eyes are like lasers and he will absolutely find a way to intimidate them into never speaking to you again.
When he has to travel, he's hesitant to let you come but always gives in. He knows the road ahead can be dangerous, but your pleading eyes and sweet smile remind him somehow that as long as he has you in sight, you're safe.
He's old enough to not feel the need to show off or impress you, but there certainly are times that a task that does not require being shirtless somehow becomes a shirtless task. But he'll play dumb about it til the day he dies.
He quite enjoys the arts. Reading, singing, writing, music. And he loves sharing them with you. Especially after his gold sickness, he poured a lot of his time and energy into these things, partly using his desire to share them with you as motivation to do so.
He's taught you to play the harp, to read ancient dwarven texts, to write in dwarven script, and traditional melodies that have carried on for generations. But his favorite thing is to create not just lessons, but memories for you. At the end of a long day, it's not rare for him to pull you into his lap, get you comfy under a heavy fur, and read a book aloud to you by the hearth while you slowly fall asleep in his arms. Or on nights when sleep doesn't find you so easily, he'll wrap you in his embrace and softly sing or hum to you. The rumbling vibrations from deep in his chest always calm your thoughts and help you relax.
He has the utmost trust in you. While he loves doing things for you, he never feels the desire or need to exercise any power over you. You're the one thing in his life he can't bring himself to control or rein in. He loves you just the way you are and would never risk ruining or changing you for any reason.
HIHIHI! im so scared to leave a request, i love your writing. GULP can i request, headcanons, for Thranduil x yapper girlfriend? I don't have a preference for her 'race' (human, elf, dwarf, hobbit) totally up to you !!!!
I really appreciate the request! There's no need to be afraid to leave requests, I promise the worst that'll happen is it might get ignored or forgotten. Absolutely zero judgement here. Anyhow let's get into it! Since the race isn't specified I'll refrain from doing so and just so general headcanons
Notes: As per requested, the Reader is addressed to by feminine pronouns, most other things will be kept neutral. English is not my first language. Feel free to request anything else!
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While he is a very busy man, he is most definitely capable of multitasking. Definitely the type of person to like having Reader yap in the background as white noise while he does his work. And yes he's capable of understanding and remembering what she's saying while also doing his work.
If Reader is the type of person to like yapping about specific things (books, recipes, etc) he'll make sure she has access to whatever she wants to do with her hobbies.
He's also the type of person to actually be interested in what Reader talks about, asking questions about it and even bringing it up days later after she's yapped about it.
Definitely sees it as a bonus. If Reader already knows how to be professional when talking he'll definitely get her to do the talking for him in professional situations where he'd rather not talk. (When he's talking to humans).
Get Reader notebooks so she can write down everything she's got on her mind when he's not there to listen. Probably also reads them out loud each night before going to bed and asks her questions on each topic.
On the rare occasions where he is bothered by it he's pretty straight forward about it. Not to be rude but because he likes communicating things clearly, instead of letting it simmer until he snaps and ends up being rude.
"Not now meleth nîn, I'll be done in an hour. Either write it down or come back to me then, alright?"
How the Fellowship Act Around Their Crush (GN!Reader)
Hello friends! Kicking off my blog with some cute headcanons for my favorite people- hope you enjoy 😄
Aragorn
✧ One of the least obvious for sure 😅 we love a strong silent type but unfortunately that means you’ll have to be reading in on his actions
✧ Checks in on you a lot, just making sure you’re feeling alright and not hiding any burdens because he wants to carry those.
✧ Teaches you all he knows about the world’s botany when he notices your curiosity, pointing out what plants are poisonous, which the elves use for healing, and which can be made into tea. Snags a few to make you said tea at the earliest convenience 😌
✧ Will be the one to drape his cloak over you if you get cold. Not the type to stop others from doing it, but boy will he be the fastest by far!
✧ Has the habit of letting his fingers linger over yours just a bit longer than necessary when he hands things off to you or presses small items into your hands.
✧ Is the best with his words. He’ll reassure you if you feel insecure that you have a strength and beauty you bring to this world that no one else does, that the time you are in does not define you as a whole, that all have roles to play here.
Legolas
✧ Least obvious part 2! Another who is more silent about things…at least at first! If you understand Elvish, you may catch him searching for advice from Aragorn on if he should speak of it or not.
✧ Almost always defers to your word/opinion whether it’s where to stop or simply how you’d like to spend the rest of the evening.
✧ Shows off just a smidge 🤏🏻 when he knows you’re looking, like no, he doesn’t have to impale three orcs with the same arrow three different ways but did you think it was cool? Then yes he did. Still his face colors with surprised, joy, and amusement when you react with awe.
✧ “Wow, beautiful,” you breathe as your eyes scan the stars, glittering constellations and distant galaxies winking above you. “Indeed,” Legolas responds softly, but if you happen to peer at him from the peripheries of your vision at just the right time you’ll see the glance he surreptitiously slides to you.
✧ Holds open every door for you, slides back every chair, serves you at every meal, like this prince is peak gentleman and nothing less!
✧ Whispers joking observations about the rest of the fellowship, especially Gimli, that he usually keeps to himself into your ear as you sit together during mealtimes. This creates a whole slew of inside jokes between you two and much confusion over what you could possibly be laughing at.
Boromir
✧ Not over-the-top, but he figures what’s the point if you never figure anything out? Definitely wants to drop hints for you 😌
✧ Places a kiss to the back of your hand when he first meets you, telling you it is truly an honor.
✧ “Here, allow me,” he’ll say as he gently takes whatever burden you bear whether it’s bundles of firewood or even your bag on a particular rough day of travel.
✧ Happily shares tales of Gondor’s splendor with you and insists he’ll take you there and show you himself someday. Asks in turn for stories of your home and all your favorite things about it. Even if he can never visit, Boromir is determined to find a way to bring a piece of your home to you someday- anything to make you feel like you’re there again.
✧ Offers you his arm when you two walk side-by-side, guiding you with a firm, warm grip that keeps you feeling secure.
✧ Always places himself between you and danger, stepping in front of you with his sword and shield in hands and even shifting you back with a hand upon your waist.
Gimli
✧ You’re going to figure it out pretty quickly. He’e comically vocal as we all know, but also incredibly smooth when he wants to be…and boy does he want to be 👀
✧ Drops a lot of hints about how dwarves are the warmest, heartiest lovers and best providing partners! “We’ve the grandest of halls and sturdiest of bodies, after all!”
✧ Literally always has your back, like he is more aware of any threats to you than you are. It’s nearly impossible to count how many times he’s slashed an orc you hadn’t even seen off your back, giving you a triumphant nod and an “Anytime, Lassie/Laddie!”
✧ Laughs at every single joke you tell so hard you can’t help but puff up in pride at your sense of humor, nudging your shoulder with his.
✧ “Oh, stay still, you’ve got something in your hair…” Proceeds to remove it in the most tender and intimate manner you’ve ever experienced.
✧ Asks you to look him in the eyes before a big fight because, in his words, if that’s the last thing he looks upon before going out it’ll all be worth it.
Frodo
✧ Has no idea what he is doing honestly. Has never felt this way before and wasn’t sure if he ever would, so his demeanor around you suddenly becomes shy, almost withdrawn.
✧ Your self-appointed nurse. Tends your wounds silently but with the most caring, gentle touch and gaze fluttering back and forth between your wound and your expression with those big blue eyes.
✧ Goes on walks every now and again when everybody’s camped. After a while of seeing you watch him off, Frodo plucks up the courage to invite you to join him on one.
✧ Embarrassed as he is at first, he is encouraged by your eager eyes when you ask what he’s reading, shyly admitting it’s some poetry he loves. Ends up reciting you the whole thing, looking into your eyes intently as he wishes to actually be confessing each of those flowery words.
✧ Grabs your hand to lead you places whenever he finds something you just have to see! Blushes about it after the fact but in the moment the excitement just takes over him and he doesn’t even think about it.
✧ Begins sharing concerns and deeper thoughts with you once he trusts you as a sort of sign of that feeling. He hopes you understand that he doesn’t disclose to just anyone.
Sam
✧ He wants to talk to you so bad, but also you’re the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen and how does he do that??? So sweet and attentive with his gaze when you do talk, so that could clue you in.
✧ He definitely gives you the biggest and best of anything he prepares, smiling softly at you as he dishes it up!
✧ Offers to tell you stories of The Shire, especially if you’ve never visited it yourself, and you can see the love for it in his eyes as much as you can hear it in his voice. Shares a few about his old Gaffer, too!
✧ Trips over his words from time to time. He’ll accidentally say the wrong thing and nervously try to laugh it off not realizing how adorable he looks when he blushes ☺️
✧ Sees a pretty flower on the road and immediately thinks of you, plucking it up and twirling it thoughtfully before extending it your way gently, naming his discovery as he does so.
✧ Would give you the shirt off his back if you wanted or needed. Offers you things from his bags a lot ranging from supplies that can ease your passage on this trip to the last of the sweets from The Shire he’d thrown in his pack pockets. Any task you don’t want to do Sam is jumping up to do for you!
Merry
✧ Medium obvious because he makes it his mission to get close to you and hype you up. If you’re oblivious or cynical it could be mistaken as him just being friendly, but it can’t come as a shock the way he’s so eager for your presence!
✧ Acts like you being amazing at things you’ve never even done is a foregone conclusion, like it could be your first time firing with a bow and he’ll be telling everyone what a natural you’ll be, urging you to go on and show them!
✧ Faintly embodies the old adage ‘if they tease you, that means they like you’. He sometimes makes up stories to see if you believe him, chuckling merrily when you do but quickly giving up the ghost again so you don’t have the wrong idea. Others he’ll just poke fun at things you say and egg all of your jokes on, too!
✧ Winks at you on the off time you two make eye contact with each other.
✧ Holds out his hand to you and gives a small bow every time he invites you to dance, asking if he may have it with a devilishly charming grin before he pulls you close.
✧ Whisks you away when he wants you to himself, taking you on a sightseeing adventure or even just foraging. Turns it into an over-the-top skit of him searching and protecting you from the threats of the forest that has you giggling!
Pippin
✧ Oh, you’ll be able to tell! He tries his best to be smooth and is super complimentary and generally wants to be around you 25/8. Even if it comes across goofy, you have to give him props for being forward with his intentions 😌
✧ Practically jumps out of his seat to be the one to help you with anything, whether it’s going fishing, gathering berries or firewood, getting some training in…you name it, he wants to be there for you if you need him!
✧ You may catch him staring at you, whether it’s in awe of your beauty or just straight-up checking you out depends on his mood, but his eyes are almost always flicking back to you in idleness.
✧ Remembers every single detail you share about yourself, like EVERY SINGLE ONE. Knows all your preferences by heart and frequently suggests playing your favorite game or offering to sing your favorite song, likely with an invitation to dance too! Pippin will chime in about your dislikes or allergies before even you can.
✧ Casually begins breaking touch barriers with small gestures like putting a hand on your shoulder during a mock apology for his cousin’s behavior or sitting with your arms brushing. If you don’t seem to mind, he’ll get bolder, slinging an arm over your shoulders during a jolly moment!
✧ Not afraid of compliments, definitely not! Unabashedly (well, mostly anyway, he hides a blush well) tells you that color looks great on you or what a pretty face you’ve got just in casual conversation.
a/n: this was requested - how the fellowship members react to you singing for the first time. It will include the fellowship boys + Faramir, because I adore him and he needs more love. let me know how you liked it! 💗💗💗 (it will be longer than you think lol)
Lord Of The Rings Characters When You Ask Them For A Hug
Features Frodo, Samwise, Pippin, Merry, Aragorn, Legolas, Boromir, Gimli, Faramir, and Gandalf
Frodo
At first he'd be very shy, but eventually he'd give in. He'd wonder why you'd want to hug him of all people, but he finds such comfort in you touch, he pushes those thoughts away.
The burden of the ring has been so terrible for both him and you, and you two are able to find comfort in each other's hug. For a while he forgets the terror of the ring when he's in your arms
He wraps his arms around your middle and bury's his face into the crook of your neck
"Im glad to have you with me, (Y/N)."
9/10
Samwise
He would be SO FLUSTERED. The fact that you would ask him to hug you meant the world to him. You're practically an angel to this little Hobbit.
He'd hesitate at first, but his embrace is so warm and loving you feel a thousand times lighter when he hugs you.
He'd definitely check up on you way more after that. He'd almost never let go of you hand and would find any excuse to hug you.
"I don't mean to impose, Mister/Miss, but you wouldn't want another hug, would you?"
10/10 this man is the best.
Merry
He'd be a little confused. Instead of a hug he'd probably try to offer you some Long bottom leaf to destress.
Eventually he would though. It almost would feel like a toddler hugging you; Loving and genuine but a little awkward
7/10
(sorry I'm not too sure how to write Merry :C)
Pippin
He would be so unreasonably happy you asked him for a hug. Honestly, once he gets his arms around you, he probably wont let go for a long time.
100% will give you kisses on the cheek, too. Literally feels like you're hugging a Sqishmallow.
He's now going to hug you at least 3 times a day.
"Sorry, second breakfast can wait a few minutes. Gotta go hug (Y/N) first!"
100/10
Aragorn
He wouldn't even hesitate. He'd wrap you in the most gentle yet sincere hug you ever would have. He'd have one arm securely around your waist, the other rubbing gentle circles on your back as he rests his head on top of yours
"It's alright. I'm right here. I wont stop until you say the word."
He feels honored that you would come to him for comfort. He cares for you more than you know.
He'd definitely check up on you more often after this just to let you know that he's there.
1,000/10
After you ask him, he'd give you a gentle smile and pull you close. His fingers would run through your hair and he'd gently kiss your temple.
"Something troubles you, Meleth Nin. Tell me."
Whispers calm words in Elvish to you, eventually leading you to a log so you can sit and talk about what's troubling you.
He'd be there to listen the entire time. Never cutting you off, giving advice, etc. He loves you and wants to be there with you
11/10
Boromir
BEAR👏HUGS👏 AND 👏 GENTLE 👏 KISSES 👏
He has a strong and firm yet such a loving hug its almost too much to handle.
He is practically a living heater too, so warmth and love is a promise in each embrace.
He'd kiss you repeatedly and make you smile, he loves your smile. He'll cuddle you in his arms for hours until you feel better.
He'd nuzzled his face into your neck and say the SWEETEST things to you to help you feel better.
1,000,000,000/10
Gimli
He's like so overly excited about it for no reason.
He wraps you in a bone crushing hug, you just have to hope you don't break a rib.
He'd chuckle a bit as he hugs you because he's 100% having one of those random happy-attacks.
This goofball loves you to death and will do anything to make you smile when you feel down. If he needs to hug you to do that, he will, no questions asked
8/10
Faramir
Okay this boy is so touch starved he has no idea what to do when you ask him for a hug.
After a little bit of awkward silence, he pulls you in. He absolutely MELTS when he touches you, never wanting to let go.
Honestly he might cry a bit-
The fact that you came to him for comfort means so much to him, and you'll definitely be getting much more hugs from now on.
8/10
Gandalf
Okay but- he'd be such a good hugger.
He'd very gently wrap you in his arms like an old pee-paw :)
He'd sit with you and let you talk about what's bothering you, and give you the best advice.
He'd gently rub circles on your back until you feel better
10/10
(I personally feel like this one is more platonic but hey if you simp for Gandalf I ain't judging. He's great)
Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think! Requests are open for Headcanons and One shots on LOTR and HOBBIT characters, maybe a few more fandoms in the future! Drop requests in my ask box and i'll try my best to do them :)
Could I request headcanons for how the Fellowship would react to a 10th member but who talks like Deadpool? Like sassy, doesn’t shut up, and frankly crude.
No worries if you don’t want to do this, I personally just think it could be interesting but can’t think of how to write anything about it.
First - thank you so, so much for the request! Will admit I haven't watched any Deadpool movies - but I have just watched 'deadpool being deadpool for almost 6 minutes', so... there's something. Mainly focused on them being sassy/crude/not shutting up.
Hope you enjoy, and that this was what you're looking for <3
GN!Reader | No TWs | Can be read as platonic or romantic
𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧
✧ Honestly, Aragorn doesn’t particularly mind. He doesn’t love it, but there’s no real negative feelings either.
✧ He’s spent a lot of his life with rangers and soldiers in the wilderness, you aren’t the only person who’s been crude around him before.
✧ Would laugh if you said something particularly funny, or smile if the situation isn’t entirely appropriate to be laughing in.
✧ Aragorn has no problems with you being talkative, it’s nice to have someone who can fill the silence and carry the conversation.
✧ The only exception is when he’s trying to be the diplomat of the group - he’s already having to deal with Gimli, and doesn’t particularly want to deal with a second person.
✧ Normally he’ll just remind you beforehand, and ask that if you do make any comments he shouldn’t be able to hear them.
✧ If you continue to do it he will set up the Middle Earth equivalent of a swear jar, but for bad diplomatic incidents.
𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬
✧ There’s definitely a bit of a culture shock. Not only for him being an elf, but for him being a prince.
✧ In some ways he finds it very interesting, and will listen to your insults - sometimes committing them to memory.
✧ He’ll sometimes joke that you and Gimli are trying to corrupt him, to which only Gimli takes offence at.
✧ Agreed that Aragorn’s rule of ‘keep the insults quiet’ was a good one until he realises he can still hear them.
✧ Aragorn is equally exasperated at the two of you when you mutter a sassy comment and Legolas tries (badly) not to laugh or smile at it.
✧ Legolas is delighted by the sass, and on some days he wonders what his father would be like if he didn’t have a filter (sometimes with you in mind).
✧ Talking is also something he’s fine with, but he can get overstimulated more easily than the average person. He’s always very apologetic when he realises he’s approaching his limits, but is grateful you respect his boundaries.
𝐆𝐢𝐦𝐥𝐢
✧ If there’s one person who can be counted on to laugh at your jokes and crudeness, it’s Gimli.
✧ He always appreciates your input to the conversation, not just because of the jokes but also the insults.
✧ (Insults you have heard him use later down the line.)
✧ Although Gimli’s ears aren’t good enough to hear the jokes you mutter under your breath, he knows Legolas well enough to tell when the elf wants to laugh.
✧ Once the talking is over he’ll go to one of you two, eagerly asking what you’ve said.
✧ Will keep up with you talking a lot, generally conversing but is a good listener - nodding a lot and making the appropriate noises.
✧ When he’s working on something, like sharpening his axe, he’ll often ask you to talk so he doesn’t get bored.
✧ (Is very disappointed in you and him losing the drinking competition (if you participated). He knows a human shouldn’t be able to out-drink an elf, but you deserve to.)
𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫
✧ Has an odd conflict of interests. On one hand, he’s supposed to be a diplomat and a lot of his company is more careful around him. On the other hand, he is a very charismatic soldier - so of course he’s heard a lot of crude jokes (a lot of which were about him).
✧ As long as it’s not an important scenario, he’ll generally grin at them - occasionally laugh if he feels they’re funny enough.
✧ (He’s uncomfortable if you make comments about certain people/things, like his family, but doesn’t truly hold it against you. He just goes quiet for a short while.)
✧ Would have loved to see you and Faramir try to interact and see how long it takes for one of you two to crack.
✧ Is great at listening to you talk a lot, and is also good at being an audience (see, Faramir).
✧ Wishes the men in Gondor’s army who told these kinds of jokes had half as good a sense of humour as you do.
✧ You don’t realise it at the time, but they’re a good measure of how much the ring’s influencing him; he doesn’t smile as easily when he’s struggling under it.
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨
✧ Has the same outlook on you that he does upon first meeting Strider.
✧ You’re not entirely his cup of tea, and there’s some parts of you that do make him uncomfortable, but he still trusts you and knows you’ll protect him.
✧ He’s also Bilbo Baggins’ nephew - of course he doesn’t mind the sass, it’s something both of them have.
✧ There’s a part of him that’s envious at how confident you are with it, although he’s proud that Gandalf tolerates when he’s sassy a lot more than when you’re sassy.
✧ Frodo isn’t great with the crudeness, it’s also a culture shock for him, but he slowly gets eased into it.
✧ It’s something he’ll never truly be comfortable with, but at the end of the journey he’s come to accept it as part of who you are.
𝐒𝐚𝐦
✧ Doesn’t deal with it very well.
✧ He’ll never say anything, of course, he’s much too polite for that - but you can see his respectful, Shire-raised heart skip a beat every time you say something too crude or sassy.
✧ Still shows you that he cares in other ways, as you don’t have too much conversation, like by giving you the extras of a meal if Mr. Frodo doesn’t want them, or cooking something you’ve expressed a liking too.
✧ The only time he’ll actually tell you to stop is if it’s about himself or the other hobbits, but it’s a line you don’t cross (or did once and apologised).
✧ As Frodo gets quieter because of the ring, he’s a lot more grateful for your constant talking.
𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲
✧ Is most amused by practically everything you say, particularly the sass.
✧ It’s something that he tries to master from you, listening carefully.
✧ Every now and then you’ll say something, and then a much quieter mumble can be heard from him as he tries to practise. He gets rather good at it.
✧ Will laugh at the crudeness, although it’s not humour he’ll ever pick up - and it is a bit of a culture shock.
✧ Will forever mourn the fact you didn’t get to sass the Entmoot. (Secretly, he was trying to channel a little of you when he spoke to them).
✧ Merry is also glad that Pippin isn’t the only one Gandalf yells at.
𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧
✧ For taking even some of Gandalf’s mild annoyance, you’re a saint to him.
✧ Him and Merry are often the only ones who will truly keep up with you in conversations, and it isn’t uncommon for the three of you to start talking when you first walk for the day and only stop when you set out camp.
✧ Occasionally, if he’s being told off by Gandalf you’ll be behind him and making stupid faces - something he doesn’t appreciate because of course he laughs at them.
✧ And then he laughs at you for getting told off as well.
✧ Pippin is the only other person to be subjected to the Middle Earth diplomatic-swear-jar, and it’s for laughing at your comments.
✧ He just forgets it’s supposed to be serious, and wants to have a good time with you.
✧ The only hobbit that may tell the occasional crude joke, although it’s not something he does often and he sometimes feels odd after.
✧ Does introduce you to Faramir, mainly because he’s a servant of chaos.
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Bonus : Gandalf is in a permanent love/hate relationship with you. The fellowship have a betting pool on who he's going to end up yelling more at by the end of the journey, you or Pippin.
How about something smutty for the Thunderbolts headcanons 😳 Like how each of them would react to you making them cum in their pants
thank you so much for requesting and feeding my hyperfixation!! below you will find four separate baby blurbs for bucky, john, yelena, and bob. each section will have it's own summary, warnings, and whole lotta smut! enjoy :D
BUCKY BARNES X READER — you're with him in wakanda when he's cured of the trigger words in his head. he's able to touch you for the first time without feeling scared of himself. (established relationship, post-cacw | 1k words)
Bucky Barnes can’t remember the last time he felt this free. Maybe sometime in 1942, he guesses — before he got drafted, before Hydra captured him, before they put those goddamn words in his head. It feels weird that they’re gone now; to be without the dark cloud of impending doom that, at any moment, someone could utter the words and he’d just snap.
But now, freshly cured and living on the Wakandan countryside, he can touch you for the first time without being terrified of himself.
“You’re so pretty,” he mumbles as his vibranium hand trails up the expanse of your bare back. He keeps his flesh one on your thigh, smoothing his thumb over the plush skin there, and tilts his scruffy chin to smile up at you. He’s got you straddled over his lap, barely clothed and bathed in golden candelight, like some kinda angel brought to life.
“You’re pretty,” you correct with a lovesick grin, raking your hands through his silky, growing locks.
Bucky leans instinctively into your touch. “Don’t make this about me,” he says, squinting.
“It is about you,” you remind him with a giggle, ducking down to kiss his neck. “I’m supposed to compliment you—” Your lips brush his pulse in a chaste kiss. Bucky fights back a shiver. “—Supposed to make you feel good.”
“You do,” Bucky sighs a contented moan, pulling you further into him. “You always do…”
His vibranium hand curls up your back and towards your shoulder. His other one holds tightly to your hip. You wrap your arms tighter around his neck until your bare chest is flush with his scruffy one — until your clothed cunt brushes his cock, half-hard and throbbing within the confines of his boxers.
A moan rumbles in Bucky’s throat. You feel it against your lips when you press them to his adam’s apple. “Do you want to?” you murmur against him, voice low like honey. “‘Cause it kinda seems like you want to.”
Bucky’s head is too clouded to respond properly to your teasing. He just nods his heavy head and flexes his hips beneath you in a desperate attempt to relieve the pulsing ache in his boxers. You let him, and with his consent, begin to rock slowly over his lap.
“Say it,” you whisper in his ear.
“Want it,” he pants in yours. “Want you.”
“You have me, Buck,” you slur, trying to peer at him through the haze in your vision. Your panties drag over his stiffening cock and leave a damp spot at the center of them. You find yourself chasing your high just as much as Bucky’s.
You snuck a few sips of alcohol to quell your worry before watching Ayo recite the wretched words back to the man haunted by them. You feel the consequences creeping up on you now and find yourself rambling before you can stop it, half-deluded with pleasure.
“‘M already yours. My pussy’s already— shit,” you whimper in time with Bucky’s groaning when your clit drags over his lap. Through pants, you beg him, “Say you wanna fuck me. Please. Don’t wanna cum ’til you’re inside me.”
“Oh, fuck,” Bucky whines, face screwed and eyes shut tight. He tries to form the words in his head, but all he can think about is how wet you are — and how his leaking cock has left a damp spot in his underwear — and how the combination of both makes the friction between you so dizzying. “I wanna… fuck—”
“Uh-huh,” you tease with a slow nod when you sense he’s getting close. “You can do it, Buck. C’mon. There you go.”
He can’t tell if you’re trying to coach him into saying the words or push him headfirst into an orgasm. He hopes it’s the latter, ‘cause he feels himself bursting into his boxers a second later.
“Fuck!” he blurts when he cums, half-muffled and half-whined, like it pains him.
He holds your hips in both hands, keeping you still above him in a crueler grip than he means to. The quiet bedroom fills with the sound of crackling candles and his groaning. He tilts his face to the ceiling and moans into the golden darkness with his eyes squeezed shut. The sudden orgasm racks through his body in so many shivers up his spine, three warm ropes spit into the confines of his boxers.
“‘M sorry,” he pants when it’s done, still slightly airy from the aftershocks. “I’m sorry, I didn’t— Didn’t mean to.”
“It’s okay,” you promise with a soft laugh as your own building pleasure begins to subside. You cup his scruffy face in your palms and try to kiss him through the smile on your lips. “You deserve it, Buck,” you whisper against his mouth, between your delicate kisses. “You deserve everything.”
Bucky shakes his head between your palms and smooths his fingers over the bruises he unknowingly stamped into your skin. “Don’t care about everything,” he murmurs lowly. “Just you.”
Your eyes narrow in a sarcastic squint, though you can’t hide the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Do you think we can get Shuri to erase the cheesiness from your brain, too?”
“Sure,” Bucky scoffs, smiling still, as he shoves you playfully onto your back. You giggle when you hit the mattress, caging your smile between your teeth as the man crawls back between your legs. He lies flat on the mattress, face-to-face with your clothed pussy. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
You nod, obviously sarcastic. “Mhm. Very much.”
“Maybe I’ll just go get her then,” Bucky murmurs, punctuating his quip with a kiss to your inner thigh as he spreads them apart. You shiver when his scruff scrapes your delicate skin. “Tell her to put me back under the ice—”
Your feet lock behind his back to keep him against you. Bucky laughs and curls his arms around your thighs as you prop yourself on your elbows to shoot him a death glare. “You’re not going anywhere, Sergeant Barnes.”
And, truth be told, Bucky’s exactly where he wants to be.
JOHN WALKER X READER — john hates when valentina pairs the two of you on missions together. until he doesn't. (enemies to lovers, pre-thunderbolts, cw for brief mentions of injuries | 0.8k words)
John Walker can’t stand you most days. You’re too reckless, too impulsive, too quick to put yourselves in situations that might kill you. He hates that Valentina paired you together just as much as he hates that he cares so much about your well-being.
He knows it’d be easier to let you get yourself killed, to have one less thing to worry about, but he somehow ends up kissing you instead.
“I can’t fucking stand you,” he grumbles through labored breaths, with your spit still shining on his swollen mouth. He cages your body between his larger one and the unforgiving wall behind you. The men guarding the vault outside surely won’t mind the sexual tension rising inside it, seeing as they’re half-dead already.
You smile in the face of his anger until the fresh cut on your mouth starts to sting. “But you can fuck me?” you pant, eyes glazed over as they dart back and forth between his dilated ones. “I mean, you want to, right? ’S why you locked me in here, isn’t it?”
“I locked you in here because there were three guys outside trying to kill you, if you forgot.”
“Two,” you correct in a witty deadpan. “I killed the third one.”
“And I killed the other two, who gives a shit—”
“You’re obsessed with me, Walker,” you grin, pulling him close by the belt loops on his suit.
Despite his near palpable rage, he melts into you with ease. The blonde man stumbles closer until he’s towering over you — hair messy from his helmet, face bruised, ocean eyes staring daggers into you.
“Well, that’s very presumptuous of you,” he gripes.
“I don’t think it is,” you lilt lowly and nudge his clothed crotch with your thigh.
You watch the words of an argument form and dissolve on his tongue all at once. John exhales hard through his nose as his eyes go glassy. He hadn’t realized how hard he was until you pressed yourself against him — how sensitive he was — how long it had been since he’d had any sort of release.
“Admit it—” you whisper, pulling him closer until his stiff cock is pressed between your bodies. He smells like cologne and copper pennies, likely from the blood darkening his navy blue suit. You’re almost sure you’d be able to feel his racing heart from here, if it weren’t for the thick layers separating you. “—You love me…”
“I hate you,” he corrects, though his dark eyes cloud with lust.
Your smile widens. The cut on the corner of your mouth begins to weep all over again. John reaches for your jaw without thinking, cupping his palm there and swiping the crimson away with his thumb.
“No, you don’t,” you coo with a shake of your head. The room goes quiet then, filled only by John’s heavy breaths and the clinking of his belt as you undo the buckle. You keep him close with one hand around his belt loop while the other creeps around the front of him. His breath catches in his throat when your fingers dip beneath the hem.
You don’t think he realizes how he’s rocking himself against your thigh. Or the way he subconsciously shakes his head in agreement.
“You’ve always thought about this, haven’t you?” you continue mercilessly, grinning when your fingertips meet the coarse thatch of hair above his cock.
John nods his heavy head and leans further into you, propping himself on the wall as his eyes flutter shut. He deserves this, he tells himself, for saving your ass a hundred times over. You owe him one, really.
“I know you have,” you whisper in his ear. “I bet you’ve gotten yourself off to the thought of me a thousand times.”
Again, John nods in response without ever really noticing it. Just like he doesn’t really notice the release building within him — like a creeping hand up his spine, or a tightening knot in his lean stomach. He just keeps rubbing himself against you, chasing a high he barely knows is there.
“But I think when you imagined me making you cum…” you trail off and smile when John moans against your pulse. “…You always thought it’d be inside me.”
John tenses at the thought of fucking you. He’s left trembling above you as a sudden orgasm racks through his body. The quiet room fills with his poorly heldback groans and your giggling while he cums in his pants. He feels the evidence, warm and wet, blooming in his boxers — just like the red-hot embarrassment exploding in his chest.
He pulls away to find you grinning like the devil.
“Told ya,” you monotone and pull your hand from his boxers, only slightly mourning the fact that you never actually got to touch him. “You’re obsessed with me.”
John scoffs, like he has any room to be ambivalent after humping your thigh like a dog. He zips up his pants, belt buckle clinking as he fastens it again. “You ruined my suit,” is all he can think to say as you walk past him.
You roll your eyes and wrench open the heavy door to the vault, stepping over the bloody bodies littered on the other side of it. “Bill me,” you call over your shoulder.
YELENA BELOVA X READER — yelena is full of adrenaline after a mission, and you only know one way to calm her down (established relationship, post-thunderbolts, cw for very brief mentions of injuries | 0.8k words)
Yelena Belova has you flat on your back. The rest of the Avengers tower is dark, quiet, and asleep — each of you recovering from the latest mission in the sanctuary of your bedrooms. The blonde Russian girl is too full of adrenaline to rest, though, never mind how much she could probably use the sleep. She’s a relentless force on top of you — because of the adrenaline, of course, and not because she nearly lost you.
She tugs your pants down your legs with a pair of merciless hands, bruised knees digging into the foot of the mattress across from you. The mattress squeaks with each of your movements, and you fight back a laugh. “Be gentle, Belova!” you scold in a whisper. “Walker’s gonna hear.”
(John had the misfortune of his bedroom being one story below yours. And the floors were surprisingly thin. Or so he says.)
Yelena scoffs, face screwed. “I don’t care,” she mutters, voice accented and low like honey. “Let him hear.”
She makes a big show of climbing back over your body, moving much more violently than normal over the worn bed frame, so it creaks louder beneath her. “Yelena!” you snap quietly through gritted teeth, but hold her gently by the hips when she straddles you just the same.
“What?!” she exclaims, louder than necessary for the late, late night, as she tugs her shirt over her head. She throws the fabric to the side, discarding it with the rest of your pajamas littered on the floor — leaving both of you in mismatched sets of old, cotton underwear.
“God, you’re such a child,” you grouse and cross your arms beneath your head.
Yelena grins. “Stop flirting with me,” she lilts lowly and ducks down to kiss you.
Your eyes flutter shut when her plush lips trail from your jaw down to your neck. “We should rest, Lena…” you tell her, sighing when her teeth scrape your pulse. “We’re gonna be sore in the morning.”
You feel her mouth curl into a smile against your skin. “I hope so.”
“Child,” you repeat.
Yelena gets relentless rather quickly, feral in a way only a previous world-class assassin could be. She forgets about the exhaustion and the bruises that ache to the bone, littered across both your bodies. Her head fills only with thoughts of making you feel good, touching you like it could be the last time she ever gets to.
“Lena, Lena, Lena—” you echo, reaching for her wrist where her hand’s shoved into your panties. “Slow down,” you laugh.
“Why?” she whines.
You find her pretty face contorted in a girlish pout when you cup her cheeks in your hands. “Because we have all night,” you coo, smoothing your thumbs over her flushed jaw. “We don’t have to rush.”
Your words strike something deep in her chest. She refuses to let the vulnerability show.
“I know that,” she scoffs, trying to look unbothered as you smooth the top of her tank top down her chest. You tuck it beneath her breasts, and her pink nipples perk when the cool air hits them.
“Good,” you hum, lifting your head to take her left breast in your mouth.
“I just— I wanted to make you feel good—” she whines in her low Russian accent, voice cracking when you nudge her clothed cunt with your thigh. “—Oh…”
You smile into her chest, teeth scraping her sensitive nipple. Yelena keeps you pressed against her with a hand on the back of your head. Your arms curl around her back to keep her flush to your thigh. You feel the warmth of her cunt against your skin, and the wet spot slowly forming there.
The stubborn girl turns into a puddle above you, in more ways than one. You feel her shuddering as she buries each of her moans in your hair. Your mouth leaves her nipple with a quiet pop, and a thin string of saliva threatens to connect you when you pull away.
“Are you gonna cum, Lena?” you coo, swollen mouth curling into a soft smile. “I’ve barely even touched you—”
Her fingers tighten in your hair. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she pleads in a broken voice.
You return to her chest, sucking on her sensitive nipple until she keens. She exhales a hoarse moan above you, flexing her hips over your thigh to keep her clit flush to your skin. She lets out several pretty “Uh, uh, uh”’s before tensing suddenly above you.
Yelena holds her breath, grips you tight by your shoulder and the back of your neck, and begins to tremble over your thigh. “Oh, shit…” she moans, then sighs. “Oh, shit—”
It comes out more disappointed the second time, as she pulls back from you to flash you a girlish pout. “What?” you laugh, mouth shining with spit, as you smooth a rouge blonde tendril behind her ear.
“I was supposed to make you feel good,” she whines, Russian accent sounding deep in her mouth. “I had it all planned— I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
“Well, then it’s a good thing we’ve got all the time in the world, right?”
Yelena’s frown curls into a more devilish grin at your words.
Neither of you get any sleep that night. Walker, included.
ROBERTY REYNOLDS X READER — a year after the void nearly destroyed new york, you're still teaching bob that it's okay to feel good (new-ish relationship, post-thunderbolts | 1k words)
Robert Reynolds is still getting used to touching you. He’s spent nearly every day with you since you found him — learning how to use his powers for good, how to touch you without hurting you, how to be human again. It’s been a year since then, and he’s starting to get the hang of it. But sometimes he thinks you have more faith in him than he does in himself.
You kiss him hard enough to bruise him on the center of the living room couch, with Sunset Boulevard playing quietly on the large TV behind you. Bob’s anxiety is only partly quelled by the rest of the Thunderbolts’ absence, but he’s still slightly scared of himself — what if The Void returned and swallowed him whole again? Who would be there to stop him from hurting you if it did?
You don’t seem half as panicked about the whole thing as your lips stamp wet kisses up and down the expanse of his long neck. “You’re so pretty, Bobby,” you murmur into his warm skin. “Such a pretty boy…”
Bob swallows hard at your praise, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He shifts uncomfortably beneath you on the sofa when he feels his cock twitching in the confines of his sweatpants. There’s a need for release inside of him that he can’t ignore, but he cares more about keeping you safe. Safe from himself.
You pull back, mouth swollen from your assault on his neck. “Can I…?” you smile and trail off, hands sliding down his clothed, lean chest to the waistband of his sweatpants.
Bob doesn’t know what you’re planning. It excites him as much as it frightens him. His mouth opens and closes like a fish until he finds the words. “Oh. I— I don’t— I don’t know,” he stammers through an awkward chuckle.
You shrug despite the pang of disappointment in your chest. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to—”
“It’s not that!” Bob blurts, rushing to hold you by the waist when you threaten to move off him. (He forgets, for maybe the first time ever, to be scared of touching you.) He swallows hard at the look you give him, blinking wildly with glassy eyes. “I just… I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You’re not gonna hurt me,” you assure him with a pretty laugh. “You don’t even have to touch me.”
Bob’s brows furrow. “What?” he wonders aloud.
You don’t answer him with words. You just flash him a mischievous smirk and shift on the couch until you’re no longer straddling him. You press your lips to his — once, twice, and then a third time — in a silent reminder to relax before your mouth trails down his neck once more.
You move past his jaw, to his pulse, and down towards his collarbone, sinking further onto your knees as you kiss down his body.
Bob exhales a shuddering breath and tilts his heavy head towards the back of the couch. He feels his hands start to ache with the urge to touch you. He balls them into fists, instead.
“Relax, baby,” you murmur between the kisses you press to his clothed sternum. “Let me make you feel good.”
Bob tenses beneath you when your hands brush his cock, growing harder in his boxers by the second. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to ignore the need swelling inside him. “Um… Maybe we should…” he stammers, voice shaking. “Maybe we should, like, slow down?”
He covers his desperate plea with a wavering half-smile.
You nod, now fully on your knees between his spread thighs, and give him a kind, tight-lipped smile in return. “‘Course. I’ll go slow. Promise.”
You feel Bob trembling beneath your hand when you lift the hem of his shirt. Your fingers brush the fine hair sprinkled on his lean stomach as you press chaste kisses to every inch of revealed skin. He takes in a shaking breath, burning red hot under your touch.
He doesn’t know how to tell you how sensitive he is — how, if he thinks about you and your soft touches for too long, that he’ll explode. So he doesn’t. He just squeezes his eyes shut and tries to think about anything other than the way you’re making him feel just now.
“I’ll take care of you, Bobby. I promise,” you slur between languid kisses, holding his shirt up with one hand while your other teases the hem of his boxers. “I’ll make you feel so good—” Your lips brush the coarse hair peeking from his waistline. You flash him a pair of glassy, mischievous eyes.
“And maybe—” A kiss. “If you’re real good—” Another, a bit lower this time. “I’ll let you fuck me—”
Bob face twists. His brows furrow, his eyes shut tight, his nose scrunches at the bridge. He makes a strangled noise in his throat, growing so tense beneath you that it makes him tremble.
You just freeze, frightened that you might’ve done something wrong. You did just promise to take it slow, after all — and here he is now, cumming in his boxers.
He feels the warmth of his orgasm wetting the plaid fabric and sticking awkwardly to his skin. He fails to stave off the pang of embarrassment searing his chest.
“I’m sorry,” both of you blurt at the same time.
Bob’s eyes snap open, still slightly glazed over. “You’re sorry?!” he gapes. “What are you sorry for?”
You falter for a moment. “I don’t know,” you answer and start to laugh.
The pretty sound fills the quiet tower, and Bob can’t help but laugh along with you. He tilts his heavy head back against the couch as you rise from your knees, straddling him once more and avoiding the sensitive mess in his pants.
“Did it feel good, at least?” you ask, smoothing your palms over his trembling shoulders.
Bob nods and swallows hard. “Yeah,” he mumbles, then clears his throat. “I haven’t— Haven’t been with anyone in a while, so… I guess you could say I’m… a little out of practice.”
“Don’t worry about it, okay?” you coo, ducking down to press a chaste kiss to his mouth. Even with his eyes closed, he can hear the smile in your voice as you whisper, “I’ll whip you back into shape in no time, Reynolds.”
[ WITH GIFTS ] flowers, jewellery, clothes, art: anything you take an interest in worms its way into your possession. words often fail to express how they truly feel for you: a soft, i love you, could never be enough in their eyes, and so they've taken to showering you with gifts. your wardrobe is consumed by the finest silks, your fingers adorned with rings and your walls are covered in portraits and tapestries.
[ WITH WORDS ] pretty words, sweet pet names, flowery poetry: they love you, why not tell the world? their need for you to know you're completely adored is almost pathological, hardly an hour passes without a compliment, an i love you or a pet name ( darling, sweetling, dove, starlight── ) and it never fails to make your cheeks flush and your heart race.
[ WITH AFFECTION ] hand holding, warm hugs, soft kisses: whether it be in public, or private, they love being close to you. they'll hold your hand during morning walks, place their hand on the small of your back as you walk through crowds, open you doors ( chivalry has never been so alive ) and it's charming.
