MOVIE ADDICT from Poland with special feelings for LotR and The Hobbit ( Kili), One Chicago series, Hunger Games ( JOSHIFER), The Musketeers and Henry Cavill (all.the.way.).
{You Kiss Their Scars} 🧡🥀
{When They're Drunk} 🧡🥀
{When Their S/O Is Drunk} 🧡
{You Introduce Them to Your Dragon} 🧡
{Them Seeing You With Kids} 🧡🥀
{You Get Injured in Battle} 🧡🥀
{Morning and Nights with Them} 🧡💦
{Sharing a bed with them for the first time} 🧡
{Elves - Their S/O cheats on them} 🥀
{Elves - Pairing with them for life as a mortal human} 🧡
{Elves - Their S/O was raised by hobbits} 🧡
{Elves - Toxic ex wants you back} 🧡🥀
{Elves - They comfort you after a nightmare} 🧡🥀
{Elves - They see you in green lingerie} 💦🧡
{Elves - Sharing a bed with them for the first time} 🧡
{Elves, Sam - Your Glasses Fall of During Battle} 🧡
{Hobbits - NSFW Headcanons} 💦🧡
{Hobbits - They have a human S/O (NSFW)} 💦
{Hobbits - Their human S/O meets their family} 🧡
{Hobbits - They have an affectionate S/O} 🧡
The Hobbit
{They get jealous} 🧡
{You get injured in battle} 🥀🧡
The Hobbits
Frodo Baggins
Fics
{ Warmth of the Hearth } ft. Samwise Gamgee 🧡💦
On a quiet night in Bag End, Frodo finds it hard to hide his longing for more intimate touches from his partners [4.5k]
Drabbles
(nothing yet...)
Headcanons
SFW Alphabet {Frodo Baggins} 🧡🥀
{Being in a relationship with Sam and Frodo} 🧡💦
Samwise Gamgee
Fics
{ Warmth of the Hearth } ft. Frodo Baggins 🧡💦
On a quiet night in Bag End, Frodo finds it hard to hide his longing for more intimate touches from his partners [4.5k]
Drabbles
(nothing yet...)
Headcanons
{Joining the Fellowship as Sam's sister and Pippin's gf} 🧡
{Sam being Possessive/Protective} 🧡
{Being in a relationship with Sam and Frodo} 💦🧡
Merry Brandybuck
Fics
(nothing yet...)
Drabbles
(nothing yet...)
Headcanons
(nothing yet...)
Pippin Took
AN: I don't write NSFW for Pippin, I know he's technically of age but it makes me uncomfortable
Fics
(nothing yet...)
Drabbles
(nothing yet...)
Headcanons
SFW Alphabet {Pippin Took} 🥀🧡
{Joining the Fellowship as Sam's sister and Pippin's gf} 🧡
{Pippin with a human S/O} 🧡
Bilbo Baggins
Fics
(nothing yet...)
Drabbles
(nothing yet...)
Headcanons
(nothing yet...)
The Men/Women
Aragorn, son of Arathorn
Fics
{ "Quiet, Meleth-Nin" } 💦
A certain ranger has been a little desperate for you all day [1.7k]
{The Crown and the Keeper} 🥀
With the War of the Ring won and Aragorn taking his rightful place as High King Elessar, his absence now creates a rift between you two. But how will his majesty act when your attention is caught by another royal suitor? [11.2k]
{Throne Room} 💦
Late night fun on the throne with his majesty [1.5k]
Drabbles
{Legolas watching you and Aragorn get freaky} 💦
{Trying to hide your injury from Aragorn} 🧡
Headcanons
NSFW Alphabet {Aragorn, Son of Arathorn} 💦🧡🥀
{Legolas having a crush on you, Aragorn's sister} 🧡
{Working at the PP and being Aragorn's side piece} 🧡💦
Boromir, son of Denethor
Fics
(nothing yet...)
Drabbles
(nothing yet...)
Headcanons
NSFW Alphabet {Boromir, Son of Denethor} 💦🥀🧡
{Joining the Fellowship as Boromir's sister} 🧡
Faramir, son of Denethor
Fics
{ Second to None } 🧡🥀
Faramir is so used to his brother getting all the praise that he can’t see how much you adore him, even when you make it as clear as day - [ 3.2 k ]
Drabbles
(nothing yet...)
Headcanons
NSFW Alphabet {Faramir, Son of Denethor} 💦🥀🧡
Eowyn, daughter of Éomund
Fics
(nothing yet...)
Drabbles
(nothing yet...)
Headcanons
(nothing yet...)
The Elves
Arwen, daughter of Elrond
Fics
{ Intertwined } 💦🧡
You and Arwen have your first time together when you get back from a bloody mission. She realised how much she had missed you, in more ways than one. [4.4k]
Drabbles
(nothing yet...)
Headcanons
NSFW Alphabet {Arwen Undomiel} 💦🥀🧡
Legolas, son of Thranduil
AN: i write based on the lotr legolas, cause I don't like hobbit legolas lmao
Fics
{ Indulge } 💦 { Part 2 }
Legolas has never heard of oral sex before. You, a human, decide to teach (and show) him. [2.5k]
Drabbles
{Legolas watching you and Aragorn get freaky} 💦
{Legolas' sensitive ears} 💦
Headcanons
NSFW Alphabet {Legolas Greenleaf} 🥀🧡💦
{Legolas having a crush on you, Aragorn's sister} 🧡
{Legolas' S/O being half-elf/half-human} 🧡
I've been hoarding Remus/Tonks fanfics like a dragon on treasure for years at this point, SO I've made a spreadsheet full of recommendations.
It's a Google Sheets you can find HERE!!!
The spreadsheet is split into Oneshots and Multi-chapter fics, and pretty much everything on there is completed. [I might make a section for WIPs, if anyone would be interested in that?]. There are about 50 or so recommendations on there right now, but I'll keep adding to it, etc..
I'm sure I've missed some incredible fics, so if there's any you think should absolutely be on the list that's not, let me know!
Edit [01/25]: There's now over 100 on here and I'm not done soooo
It's my birthday so I treated myself with a little drabble!
Sorry for typos! It is really short!
Warnings: none
You woke up lazily opening your eyes just to find an empty space next to you. God, you are 30 today. Three. Zero. It is not like anything is different today but somehow you feel like you are entering a new era. And yes, you like to do a checklist now and then.
Boyfriend - checked
Career - checked
House - checked
True friends - checked
You are really fed up with stereotyping women and general assumption that you are at certain age which would require children, white fence and carpooling. You already heard it all before while attending friend's weddings, baby showers etc. You have always lived with truth to yourself and tried not to care about other people's opinion. It is, however, getting annoying and overwhelming sometimes. But all that anxiety goes away when yoy think about your man - Henry. Henry, Henry, sweet Henry. You were still astonished how that mountain of man could be that goofy and gentle soul. You were a couple for two years now, living together for six months and it was extraordinary. This man was just your home. You have never really felt this kind of peace and calm, love which is both exciting yet soothing. Even though Henry was going away for filming for a longer periods of time, it did not bother you. You knew he loves you and misses you and he was showing that in small gestures like sending you a text with reminder that you have a dentist appointment.
After dealing with all that brain storm and your emotions you finally got out of bed to seek your boyfriend. You didn't get far when a giant loving bear stopped you by jumping and almost knocking you down.
'Kal! Hello, hello who' s a good boy? 'you cooed to the dog and he laid down on his back ready for tummy tickles. Once you paid attention to the bear, you went to the kitchen. The kitchen was covered in flour, eggs and other ingredients and in the center there was Henry with the most cutest look ever. His shirt was covered in flour, some get into his hair, he was murmuring something to himself focused on the mixer in front of him.
'Babe? Whatcha doing?' you asked playfully.
'Y/N! Oh love! I' m trying, well I was trying, to make some pancakes. I failed obviously. Wanted to mix the dough in the mixer but started this darn thing and all the flour got everywhere. It was supposed to be a surprise birthday breakfast! 'he pouted coming to you.' Happy birthday my love' He said and kissed you lovingly.
'It is really lovely but we both know you and the mixer do not get along very well.' you started to brush off remainings of the flour from his hair.
'I wanted to make something special for you...' he leaned in and kissed your neck. He was very aware what this usually does to you. Immediatly you fell the heat growing up and wanted to feel Henry all over your body.
'Hen, I really appreciate the gesture. I would like to have something else for breakfast though ... 'you started to lift his shirt up.
' Mhhmmm, your wish is my command'. Henry bowed playfully, picked you up and walked back to your bedroom. You two celebrated your birthday in bed till the late afternoon and you also got a present. Henry organized a week on a yacht with your friends. It was supposed to be a getaway to properly celebrate the ring that he was going to give you later that day!
tomorrow the russian government is gonna add a few new laws in the criminal code:
1) if you’re posting a fake (fake is literally anything that doesn’t say the offical state information) - it’s a crime = you can go to jail
2) if you’re vocally against the war - it’s a crime = you can go to jail
3) if you’re saying the sanctions are good/are justified - it’s a crime = you can go to jail.
today, some of our opposition media sources were blocked for spreading information that was different from the official media.
today facebook and twitter were blocked in russia, god knows what will happen in the morning. maybe they’ll cut the internet for all I know.
please, spread the word. if some of your russian friends фку suddenly disappear from the social media - our government is doing everything for us to rely only on the lies they’re spreading.
Not sure if this has been prompted yet, but watching season 2 of The Witcher can’t help but think about being on the horse with Henry and ‘accidentally’ making him hard and him going full Geralt and grunting in your ear 🤤🤤
A/N: not beta’d, I’ll die on my mistakes like August taking a hook to his face and falling into an exploding helicopter.
Plot twist.
It was supposed to be simple. Just one last scene and you’d be out of one another’s hair for good… or at least until filming for the next season would begin. Yet somehow, your dear co-star - the dream of every man and woman on earth, had the special skill of getting on your nerves.
To say Henry and you didn’t get along would have been the understatement of the century. You could never agree on anything, constantly quarrelled on set and in the last couple of days of filming you did nothing but exchange spiteful glares.
Oddly, you hardly even remembered what started it, only that Henry was the sweetest person ever who got along with everyone, save for you.
‘At least we got the camera fooled,’ you thought for yourself as you sat on the horse, waiting for Henry to join so the crew can begin shooting the scene.
‘Any time now, Cavill…’
The broad man appeared before, every woven muscle in his tree-trunk thighs flexing as he made his way. You cursed him for that; if only he wasn’t such a fine specimen!
Henry gave you a stoic glare, the golden lenses making him appear even colder. With one easy bounce, he hauled himself onto the horse and pressed his torso right next to your spine.
‘Shit! Fuck!’
Too close, he was too freaking close.
The heat of his body enkindled a flame between your thighs, thickly the wetness caresses your nether lips at the sensation of his groin brushing into your ass.
Was he doing that on purpose?
Not making a sound, he reached his hands forward and caged your body amid his lengthy arms as he held onto the horse’s reins.
“Morning,” he finally spat, out of courtesy.
You shifted uncomfortably in return, trying to soothe the sudden clenching panic in you core. Unfortunately, this did nothing but serve for more friction and just as you thought things can’t get any worst, you felt a little stir against the cleft of your ass.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you did your best to ignore it, but the sense of his big, warm body grinding against yours was nearly intoxicating.
‘God, I hate him, I hate him! I hate him!’
“Action!!“ The director yelled, and briefly Henry shifted his entire weight and urged the horse to gallop forward.
Every tread made you want to scream. The movement caused your bodies to writhe into one another and now the stir you felt throbbing against your ass had grown into a rock hard erection, and fuck, he felt huge. So big that even in your hatred you couldn’t help but think of how he would spear you on his cock.
“Stop. doing. that”
You finally heard Henry groan between clenched teeth.
Avoiding a frown that begged to break on your brow, you whispered back, “I am not doing anything.”
Lowly he growled in your ear. “Yes, you are, stop squirming…”
“You are squirming!” You immediately hissed back.
Henry rolled his eyes behind you and tried to move away but as the horse suddenly jolted, his body pushed further into yours, causing a moan to sneak out of your mouth.
A low, rumbling growl boomed in his chest, prickling your skin with goosebumps and sending an icy shiver down your spine.
“I thought you hated me…” he whispered and flexed his chest against your back, now deliberately grinding his hardened cock against your ass.
You bit your bottom lip to muffle another moan. “I do. I hate you a lot.”
“Heh,” he growled again, his voice raspier than usual, “I think I’d like to see the extant of your hatred.”
His words made both your cheeks and ears burn. Was he actually implying that…
“Cut!!!”
The director yelled just then, causing both Henry and yourself to pause your banter and glance at him with guilt washed upon your faces. It reminded you of being a teenager, getting caught sneaking out at night.
“Something is off with the lightening, I think we need to take a break and fix it.”
‘Oh thank god!’ You thought, preparing to jump off and escape this terrible ordeal when Henry’s palm gently slapped across your belly and held you in your place.
“Wait!” He begged.
You turned your head to look at him for a brief moment, only to find you couldn’t barely stare him in the eye.
“I can’t… I… umm people will see…” he whispered gently and lowered his head.
It took you a moment before realisation struck and then the blood rushed to your head. Henry was still very much hard and both of you knew very well that had you moved now, people would talk.
Reader decides to wear THAT dress 💃💃💃 how do all the characters react?
Characters: Henry, August, Syverson, Walter and Sherlock
Warning: rpf, 18+, exhibition kink, dirty language, fluff, slight age gap mentioned, slight dark themes (dark non-con thoughts for Sherlock)
N/A: Not beta’d, all mistakes are mine.
THAT dress 💃
Henry.
It was one of the most important nights of his life.
The vast golden hall was swarming with people, the flickering cameras lights looked like diamond sparkling in the sky. Yet all he could think of, all he wanted to do right now was fling you over his sturdy shoulder and fuck you to death.
The fact that you behaved so oblivious, did nothing to deter his animalistic urges.
“You just had to wear that dress, didn’t you?”
You shivered are the low baritone and the sensation of his knuckle gliding down your spine.
“I…” you breath shuddered. Giving no mind to the many eyes upon you, Henry slid his hand through the split in your dress. Warm and smooth, his fingers glided up your thighs, finding the path to the apex of your legs.
“Fuck, baby, I can feel your heat,” he hummed and crept so close his hardening groin rubbed right against your ass.
Slowly, almost seamlessly, he grounded against you, little groans of pleasure sputtering from his mouth. A pool of molten fire gathered at your panties and your little slit began to twitch for him.
“Henry… everyone is watching!” You whispered urgently.
Leaning in, he stole a kiss from your nape and with his lips pressed to your ear he grinned.
“Then let’s give them the best show.”
August.
“Agent Walker. Walker? Hey, Walker!”
“Agent… uh…” August’s mouth remained agape, amazement clear in his cobalt gaze as he scanned you up and down with not a sliver of shame or self restraint.
“You really don’t remember my fucking name?!” A frown split your brow. “Classic…”
“Simmer down, kitten.” The bewhiskered man raised a hand in the air, gesturing you to relax, which naturally only made you fume.
“Did the agency send that dress? Or did you pick it yourself?”
“They picked it,” you answered with agitation, “why?” You paused and checked yourself from side to side, feeling a flush of insecurity, “is something wrong with it?”
August brushed two fingers over his moustache and then offered a devious smirk “yeah, there is something wrong with it.”
“What is it?”
“I’d like to see you without it.”
Syverson
Captain. Logan. Syverson.
The sexual awakening of every girl and boy in highschool... and possibly, the teachers too.
There he was, after all these years; muscles woven tightly over flesh and bone as he leaned against the door frame with a bottle of beer hanging between his finger and his thumb. He appeared bigger than you remembered, the tender peach fuzz that once decorated his chin was now a nestle of thick coarse hair and on his tanned skin he wore a collection of sharp scars, yet despite it all, he was still the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.
“May I help you?”
He didn’t recognise you, but then again how could he? You were the annoying little friend of his baby sister, that same awkward teen who lurked about their house every day after school. Deep down inside you knew he never acknowledged your existence, and still you dreamt of that day when you would be the beautiful adult woman he would fancy, like all the girlfriends he always kept around.
Sadly, that day never came and being the grunt that he was, Sy decided to enlist and disappeared from your life for good.
Until today.
“You alright there, darlin’?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You faked a smile and pretended as if you two never met before. “I’m here to see Shelly.”
Syverson took a long sip from his beer, his lake-blue eyes glistening as they slowly drank the sight of you, giving no care to how obvious it was that he was observing and scoring you from head to toe.
You followed his sight and immediately felt ridiculous. It was that dress, that tight-as-fuck, complimenting dress that somehow made you look naked while wearing clothes. Feeling vulnerable you hugged your belly and gave him a sardonic grin.
Of course you wanted Syverson to check you out, but the fact that he still couldn’t recognise you only made you hate him for all the years he ignored your existence.
“Shelly’s not home, she went out with that guy,” he finally answered, his eyes returning to glance at your face after a through inspection.
“Went out with a guy? She told me to meet her at 8 so we can go out!” You called out surprised and then checked your phone only to make sure you understood her text correctly.
Syverson shrugged and shook his head, “wouldn’t be the first time my sister did that, sorry.”
You sighed and rolled your eyes, muttering something into your palm while turning in your spot. Whatever fantasy you had about meeting Syverson again as a “sexy adult” that was not it. After what felt like a rush of panic, you finally turned back to face him. His gaze slowly crawled from your ass to your face, gracing you with another smirk.
“I’m sorry, my sister is kind of a bitch,” he tried to comfort you.
“Yeah, you bet...” you mumbled and dropped your gaze to the ground. You opened your mouth to apologise and bid him farewell but Sy beat you to it.
“I have an idea.”
You lifted your eyes to meet his face. The large man now had one arms stretched over the door frame, his large bicep pumped as he flexed his muscle. You could sense the scent of his musk, earthy and fresh.
“You already have a fancy dress, and I am free, so how ‘bout we get back at Shelly and I’ll take you out for a drink.”
Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of these words and the bare parts of your skin crawled with shiver, yet years of anger simmered in your blood. Frowning you crossed your arms together and shook your head.
“You have no idea who I am, do you?”
Before Syverson could answer, you turned away but just as your heels made two steps forward you heard him calling by your name.
“Don’t be funny, darlin’, you’ve been on my mind for the last 15 years.”
Walter
Public disturbance, vandalism, resisting arrest.
This night couldn’t get any better.
There you were, cuffs caging your wrists to the investigation desk as if you were some murder suspect, all because you had a wee bit too much to drink and decided to pay a visit to your asshole ex.
“Fuck sake, it’s cold in here...” you muttered under your breath, peering down on the goosebumps decorating your beg legs. You just had to get yourself arrested while wearing that dress. The officers at the station probably thought you are a prostitute.
“Fucking A…” you cursed again, just in time for the door to spring open.
Frowning, you threw your head over your shoulder to look at the person who barged into the room. For the last hour and a half you imagined how you would tell them to go to hell for treating you this way but the moment your eyes locked on his all the words in your head went astray.
To say that the huge sweater-wearing Viking that stood before you was a god would be an understatement.
Fuck, were you gawking?
“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” he said without any real remorse in his deep baritone, and but of course, he had to have a British accent as all handsome men do.
‘Jesus, did I hit my head and woke up in some trashy fanfiction?’ You wondered.
The detective let out a deep sigh and moved to the other side of the table and took his seat. His face were colder than the room but his pale cerulean gaze crept down the sight of your body, lingering on the tight dress and specifically on how it rode up your thighs.
Swallowing the sudden dryness in your throat, you sought for courage and then twisted your wrists. “Is this necessary, officer?”
“Detective,” he correct, “and I don’t know, you tell me, ma’am. Officer Grant’s uniforms are now covered in pink thanks to your little... outburst.”
Maybe it was the remnants of alcohol in your blood, but briefly remembering what happened earlier you couldn’t help but snort. The detective in front of you did not share you amusement, however, tilting his head he gave you a stern frown which immediately killed your smile.
“Assaulting a law enforcement man is a serious offence,” he warned.
“I’m terribly sorry,” you cleared your throat, “I realise now I was out of control.”
“You broke into Mr. Carter’s garage and painted his car pink, including the windshield and resisted arrest.”
The urge to smile burnt in you once more, but it took one stare from the brooding detective to deter you. Instead you chewed your bottom lip and nodded. “I understand my actions... I’m sorry. I’ll pay for whatever the damage is, but please can I go home?”
The detective sighed again, his frigid expression giving no hint to whatever thoughts ran through his troubled mind but then his eyes betrayed him and fell to your body once again. A dark flame blazed within them and his adam apple bobbed up and down his thick throat.
“Lucky you, your ex-boyfriend is not pressing charges,” he retorted, “and I hate to have you in a cell wearing that...” he paused and frowned, as if angry with himself. “I’m letting you go but you better be a good girl from now on.”
‘Yes, daddy.’
The detective rummaged for something in his jeans’ pocket and then reached for your cuffs. You couldn’t help but flinch at the warmth of his touch the moment his fingers wrapped around your wrist.
Your eyes met in tensed silence. By god, you wanted him.
“Thank you,” you answered softly as he released your hands.
The man grunted in response, his fingers toying with the chain of the cuffs while he glanced at you, though his expression was unreadable, you couldn’t argue the sense of unease that surfaced the small chamber and even though you wanted nothing but to be home, you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed that you were now free to go.
“Will it be weird if I’ll leave you my number?”
“We already have it,” he answered absentmindedly but then quickly realised his err, “Oh. That would be unprofessional of me, I am sorry.”
You nodded with agreement and obvious disappointed. At least you tried.
The detective cleared his throat again and then stood up and offered you to follow. There was an apparent battle in his eyes, trying to sway the desire and urge to ogle you, especially once you stood straight and fixed your dress.
“Come, I’ll check you out, clear you out,” he corrected and accompanied you out of the investigation room and through the empty corridor.
“I hope I don’t see you again, Miss,” he uttered, making you frown with bemusement.
Cold as before, he stared forward, only his mouth giving away his feelings as he bit into his bottom lips. “I am having coffee and pie every mornings at Chelsea’s around 9, I really hope I don’t bump into you over there...” He warned.
It took you a moment to understand and then you smiled lightly, “yeah, I really hope I don’t see you there either, this Tuesday...”
Sherlock (semi dark)
The chill of midnight enveloped me, darkness and gloom seeped around my bones as I sat forlorn in my study. It was another night where I couldn’t have you, and God, how I yearned to touch you, to taste the sweet innocence of your skin.
I threw the book that was in my hand - these proses could no longer banish my sacrilegious thoughts, the sickness in me growing stronger with every passing day you spent in my estate. I’ve become haunted by you, so much that I could have sworn that your scent was the tip of my nose long before you appeared.
And then, just as if summoned by some odd magic you stepped into my room wearing the same dress you wore the first I saw you. Lavender and gold silk, spilling from the deep cleavage that supported your breasts like an offering to the gods.
“Is everything alright? I heard a noise.” Always so polite and naive, you bowed to me and then rushed to picked the book from the corner.
Remaining silent, I pressed a finger to my temple, trying to fight away the dark sway of lust that swerved within my loins, but then you inched closer, and the closer you inched the larger the demon grew.
“Mister Holmes?” You asked again, offering me the book. Your eyes shone with true concern, but the light within them was extinguished by the sudden snap of my fingers around your wrist.
You hissed and instinctively struggled against me, but to no use. Silent and careless as the ocean, my gaze strippd you naked, making tatters of that dress and forcing you down on the floor where I breached through the gates of your sacred eden and defiled your purity.
I let go of your wrist before my thoughts turned into reality and you stepped away, holding your wrist painfully with eyes glossy and full of fear and betrayal.
“Run along now,” I demanded with warning in my voice.
You needn't not for me to ask twice. Holding onto your dress, you turned to scamper, the silks floating in the air behind your like a ghost exorcised.
