basorexia with ✨hot dad elf✨ please and thank you. 💝
this is a+ prompting, my friend
basorexia: the overwhelming desire to kiss (from this prompt list)
The Elvish wine, it seems, has gone to your head.
Thranduil watches you with ill-concealed affection, his own glass of wine, sweet and light on the tongue though it may be, sitting long forgotten in the bowl of his palm. Wet with remnants of drink, your lips tilt into a merry grin as you’re passed from one hand to the other, music swelling around you and laughter trailing close behind. You’re unfamiliar with the steps, your limbs bereft of the grace of your hosts, but your inexperience fails to deter you from indulging in the dance, and in fact, your clumsy enthusiasm only serves to endear you further in the Elvenking’s eyes.
It is during a moment of reprieve that your eyes catch upon his, and Thranduil is set upon at once by the urge to rise and take you into his arms. Your lips have parted on a breath, plump and gleaming from the sweet vintage you had been indulging in all evening, and your eyes are alight with joy. The Elvenking is stricken with the surety that if he were only to graze the tender flesh at the nape of your neck or drag his fingertip along the dip of your collarbone, he would find your skin damp with perspiration, and warm with rising blood.
The strength of his imaginings nearly forces Thranduil’s hand, and yet the Lord of the Woodland Realm is patient. Your eventual union would be made all the sweeter for the fervent anticipation that had begun to take root between you, the gleam in your eye rendered more breathtaking with each stolen glance shared across the crowded hall. Oh yes, the Elvenking thought with a secretive curl of his lips, there were indeed benefits to the long-lived patience of the elves - benefits that he would reap with glorious satisfaction when the time came to spirit you from these halls, and so he remains still, content to watch you twirl about the floor beneath the merry call of flute and harp, and assured by the knowledge that the night would end with you in his arms.
There is so very much to celebrate, after all. The foul spiders who would seek to spread their malice within Mirkwood’s borders have been vanquished, the dwarves of Erebor and their obstinate leader sit snugly in their cells deep within the bowels of his kingdom, and high above your heads the stars gleam, shedding their light upon all. Thranduil takes a long, deep drink of his wine, and is content.
And then you are before him, eyes bright as a new dawn and lips brighter still, wet as though with morning dew, and curled into a cajoling smile.
“Dance with me, my Lord?” You offer your hand, and when he takes it, your skin is as flushed with warmth as he had predicted.
Thranduil grasps your waist and leads you out among the throng, the din of music and laughter fading in the wake of your brilliant smile. He can hear your breath, slightly labored with exertion, and smell the sweetness of the wine upon it, and once again he is gripped with the desire to lower his head and take your mouth in the kiss that has haunted his thoughts all evening, to feel the wet heat of your lips upon his and the hungry curl of your tongue.
Your palm curving against his cheek draws the Elvenking from his reverie, guides him to hold your gaze.
“You seem flushed, my Lord,” you murmur, your voice soft with wonder, palm gentle, sweet, against his skin. “Surely the wine has not gone to your head?”
Thranduil allows his cheek to sink into your palm, holding your gaze. His eyes are a storm of hunger, of need. He makes no attempt to shield either from you. “It is not the wine that quickens my blood, meleth nin,” he confesses, delighting in the darkening of your eyes, the uptick of your breath. He has bared his desires to you, and you take to them as readily as a flower seeking sun.
You whisper his name - his name, not his title - and the Elvenking is lost. The music and laughter fade as he leads you from the hall, your palm cradled against his own, until all that graces his ears are your breaths, the shift of your clothing, the soft drag of your skin against his.
It is then that he turns, drawing you close, drawing you in, and your eyes gleam like starlight in the shadowed halls of his kingdom, your breath sweet, your face open and wanting.
And Thranduil kisses you, and kisses you and kisses you, hungry, hotly, deep, until your warmth seeps into his skin, until he’s traced the curves of your face and the bow of your lips and committed both to memory, until his breath comes labored and your own, sweet with wine, hitches on a plea -
I am very much a whore for Thranduil, so here are some NSFW headcanons for him.
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NSFW Thranduil: Kinks
For the King himself, he is a bit of an exhibitionist. The thrill of being caught is exciting for him.
Some causal sex while in the throne room where anyone could walk in on you? Hell yeah.
Having his s/o sit on his dick, keeping it warm in the throne room as he goes about some of his duties turns him on.
Teasing him while he’s trying to work will lead to some punishments, although you’d probably think of them more as funishments.
For one funishment, he’d likely have your wrists tied to the bed frame and quickly have you a moaning mess and begging him to let you come/have him fuck you good.
He’d have you using a honorific. And he would use one for you.
He would not hesitate to fuck you when you are bent over his throne.
He is not one to forgo foreplay or aftercare. Your health, consent, and happiness are a priority.
The moment you safeword in an uncomfy situation, he is completely at your beck and call. He will ask what needs to happen for you to be comfortable with the situation in order for it to continue.
Summary: Reader is an elf traveling with the Dwarves when they go to Mirkwood. She went missing there a hundreds of years ago.
Y/N felt nervous build in her stomach as they marched up the long winding passage to what Y/N dreaded the most. The King of Mirkwood.
She walked close to Thorin as they kept walking. Her black cloak covered her from who she was. Bending down slightly, as her elf height and his dwarf height made talking quiet quite difficult.
“Thorin, the best thing to do in this situation would to be nice to the king.” She whispered her warning. She knew how he was, and she knew how HE was. The two would not mix.
“You two!” Legolas snapped making Y/N stand back up eyes down. He walked up, “ What are you two planning? A way out? There is none.” He snapped walking past.
Y/N couldn’t find herself to be mad. She had seen this elf as a elfling. Taught him how to fire an arrow straight. She could not be mad. She glanced at Thorin E/C giving one last warning glance.
As they got to the top Y/N felt her stomach drop. He was sitting upon his throne, adored in silver robes and a crown made of twigs with berries and leaves twisted into them.
His ice blue eyes seemed to glare at them from a far. They started pulling everyone except Thorin. Oh no, this would not do.
“I must stay with him!” She said loud yet soft her voice echoing in the empty hall. The guard pulled harder and she pulled harder.
“Do not make me do something I will regret” She warned. The guard didn’t make a face until a rich deep voice, that sounded like velvet echoed. “ Let her stay. She will do no harm.” Y/N turned sharply to him E/C eyes wide and she felt fear strike her heart.
She could not face him even after hundreds of years. His words still etched into her heart. Never to be gone. But she had to make sure the dwarf king made it out of there alive.
So she straightened up and the guard slowly undid her bindings. She rubbed her wrist slightly before watching as Thranduil waltzed around talking to Thorin. She was captivated by the way he seemed to flow over the ground.
Each move precise and well put. What brought her out of her world was these words, “There are gems to in the mountains that I too desire. White gems, made of pure starlight.”
Y/N felt her stomach twist rage now coming over her. He was still after those damn gems. Thought clouded by anger were once again broken when Thorin unleashed his anger.
“Thorin...” She slightly said putting a hand on his shoulder as Thranduil lunged forward showing his scared face. Her grip on Thorin tightened at him so close to her face. She watched his perfect skin melt into twisted muscles, tendons, and ligaments.
She knew the scar well enough. She grunted in anger when he waved his hand for the guards to grab them. “You are still as foolish as ever!” She shouted her anger past her breaking point.
She was fed up with his act. He froze looking at her. “ And what came over you to think you could speak?” Oh, oh he did just not. She stepped in front of Thorin as the guards neared.
“You will not take him. You might find I’m quite hard to bring down.” Everyone was tense, the atmosphere waiting for someone to make a move.
“Who are you?” Thranduils question made her freeze. “No one of importance.” She insisted. He slowly walked back down his steps. “You have thrown yourself in front of this dwarf even though you are clearly not a dwarf.”
She didn’t speak before sheepishly answering. “I’m a really tall dwarf?” That didn’t do any good. He wasn’t amused by her joke.
“Take off your cloak or both you and your friend will rot in my dungeon.” Y/N looked at Thorin and he looked back with indifference. She sighed and slowly pulled her hood over.
H/C cascaded down her shoulders and she looked up. Pail skin framed her face and sparkling E/C looked at the king. Her full/thin lips were pulled into a frown. Two pointed ears poked through her hair.
Thranduils face went slack. Y/N was tall, ever for a elf. She was almost the same height as Thranduil so she met his blue eyes with her E/C eyes.
“Thranduil.” She said his name rolling off her tongue like honey. He blinked finally coming back to his senses. “ Y/N...” Y/N held steady trying to not let him saying her voice affect her.
“I see your still the same stuck up jerk as you where when I left.” She spoke with a icy tone. His gaze narrowed, “And I still see you have no loyalty.” She snarled going forward pointing a finger at him.
“I had loyalty, you just proved you weren’t worthy of it.” He gazed at her with no expression. “Yet here you are, in my kingdom. With a dwarf” He said the name like poison.
“Well at least he appreciates me.” She snapped walking back to Thorin putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. Thranduils gaze burned into her looking at the two.
“Guards, take this dwarf with his friends. Bring Y/N to her room.” Thorin was tugged away grunting in anger. He looked back worry in his eyes. Y/N gave a kind smile and nodded her head.
Thranduil watched the exchange with a furious expression. The guard pulled her along. She glared with every ounce of anger she had at the king who looked at her blankly. A mask on his face hiding every emotion.
But as they closed the door, she saw that mask crack.
Had a thought of “What would (insert character) do in the modern world/Earth.” And ran with it. I likely will do some more of these for other characters, both sfw and nsfw.
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SFW Modern Thranduil: Dates
Thranduil would be the kind of guy who’d want to take you on more sophisticated types of dates.
Nice restaurants, wineries/vineyard, a show on Broadway, etc.
While he does like to take you on more upscale dates, he balances them out with taking you to try out hole in the wall restaurants, explore hidden gem bookstores, etc.
Whenever you have to take a car somewhere, he will open and close the door for you. He always offers you a hand when you are getting out of the car.
He loves to link his arm with you as you walk.
Others would often tell you that he has a big dopey smile and look of adoration on his face whenever he looks at you. Although you would say they’re lying as you never catch him doing it.
To him, you are the most precious being in the world. He would tell you that, the no matter how much money he comes from/makes, it doesn’t compare to seeing the one he loves the most happy.
Consider Modern Actor AU featuring Thranduil and Reader as the main stars. The movie is based off an erotica so there’s lots of making out, grinding, and overall close proximity on the set. Maybe after a certain take they have to escape to the dressing room? I can so clearly imagine Thranduil having an erection on set while Reader is on his lap and as soon as the take is over he’s dragging them to the dressing room and fucking them against a wall.
- Salt
My first Middle Earth request! Fucking bless, this was a lot of fun to write. This will be featuring an AFAB reader.
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NSFW Modern Thranduil: Horny Actors
It waa no surprise to the cast or crew that you and Thranduil had a lot of chemistry. Both on and off set.
You had been friends for many years. Although, things have always been pretty platonic until now.
With the joys of it being a full on movie, there was a lot of short cuts when it came to the spicy scenes.
The more intimate you were getting on set for different scenes, the more your feelings for each other had grown off set.
On a particular, more sexual day on set, both of you were hornier and in need of a release than normal.
After doing so many takes with you on his lap, he had an erection.
You weren't helping him out though, considering you would tease him. You'd move ever so slightly, knowing you were making him hard.
When the director finally called for a break, you made your way to your dressing room, dragging him behind you.
As soon as the door closed, both of you were stripping out of what little clothing you had on.
He quickly had you pinned against a wall. With how wet you were, he was able to quickly get himself prepped and into you.
He wasn't exactly being gentle with you, not that you minded.
He started out with you holding up, with your back against the wall.
It wasn't long before he had you coming for the first time of that session. Praising you, as you were mumbling out his name and things that resembled words.
As soon as you came down from your high. He set you down, turning you towards the wall and pushing you up against it.
He quickly had his dick back into your dripping cunt. Thrusting hard into you.
Thranduil's thrusts started to grow sloppy, signaling to you that he was close.
Luckily for him, your second orgasm tore through your body. The clenching of your walls around him, pulled his orgasm out.
After you both came down from your highs, he eased you onto the couch that you had in the room. Taking his time to clean both of you up.
Thranduil with an human S/O who has a fascination with his features when they first become close. They're in love with his silky, beautiful hair and his strong brows. Especially his ears. They don't touch without his permission (which I feel like he would give usually because it's quite funny and cute. He's so used to other Elves who don't look twice at such things) It's endearing that they look at him like he's the greatest thing they've ever seen (who wouldn't think that tho?)
i know you sent me this ask ages upon ages ago, sorry it took so long to fulfill it!
“May I, my Lord?”
Though you are alone in his chambers, your voice is hushed, your hands settled patiently in your lap as you await his answer.
It amuses him that you seek permission for what he deigns to give freely, and yet he understands his consent is of import to you, and dips his head in silent agreement.
The first touch is always his most treasured, for he never knows where your fingertips will alight - his cheek, perhaps, or the curve of his jaw? You seem fascinated by his brows and the sweep of his pale lashes, so perhaps you will begin there.
He waits, infinitely patient as only an elf can be, and - ah. His lips, then. They twitch imperceptibly beneath your touch, and your soft inhale in response brings him joy. He watches as you graze his lower lip with your thumb, how the warmth blooms across your cheekbones when he purses his lips in an impromptu kiss. So reactive to such a well-worn ritual.
“Are you seeking to memorize my features?” he asks you, tilting his head to accommodate the sweep of your fingertips over his fine cheekbone.
“I seek to know you, my Lord,” you respond, your words colored with guileless affection.
The Elvenking is moved to silence by your answer, his eyes trained upon yours as you push careful fingers through his long, silken hair. You have never been known to hide your true self from him, your emotions emblazoned across your face like an open book, and this moment is no different. Your words ring with truth.
Thranduil’s lips curl in a smile, affection softening the lines of his face. “Do you not know me well, meleth nin, after these many moons?”
You huff a soft laugh. “I know you well,” you acknowledge, pushing a stray strand of silver hair behind his pointed ear. Your fingers linger there, tucked warmly against his cheek. “But I would know you better.” Your eyes flicker up to meet his, and their depths enchant him. “I would know you best, my Lord, if you allowed it.”
“If I allowed it,” he returns, his voice tinged with soft amusement. He cups the back of your neck and draws you close, pressing his to yours. “Is this a boon you wish of your King?”
“Yes,” you murmur, your voice soft. Reverent, as though the weight of what you wished for would crumple you.
Again, asking so sweetly for what he would give freely.
“Then you shall have it.” With a fluid roll the Elvenking switches your positions, leaving you sprawled inelegantly beneath him, his knees nestled against your hips. A smirk curls his lips at your expression of flustered surprise, and as he dips his head, pale hair tumbling over his shoulders, he adds, “But only if you allow me this, meleth nin - to know you as you know me.”
You reach up to twine gentle fingers through his hair, and when your answer comes, it comes with ease - honest, eager, and desperately sweet. “As you wish.”
Happy New Year's y'all. Hope you all are having a good day! Each one will be NSFW and apart of the Modern AU series! I will also be having each character's drabble in it's own post!
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New Years - Middle Earth
Thranduil: You heard me. Take. It. Off.
Despite the fact that New Years is typically celebrated with partying and drinking, including Thranduil and yourself partaking in said activities, you decided to do something more lowkey this year. There was a fire going, music playing in the background, and you had a frisky card game out. It was not a surprise that the both of you ended up very horny, bringing out the brattiness in you that you loved to push Thranduil's buttons with.
You were sitting on a chair across from where Thranduil sat; you both were stripped down to your undergarments, and several drinks deep. Picking up a card, you took a slow sip of your drink before reading out the prompt, "Masturbate or remove an article of clothing." You said, Deciding to toy with the tall man, you started to slowly touch yourself. You looked over at him, giving him a languid smile. "You like watching me like this Thran-"
Thranduil cuts you off before you could finish talking, sitting up in his chair, leaning his elbows on his knees. "Take. Off. Your. Clothes." he grits out, clenching his fists. His eyes raked over body, the look on his face was almost animalistic. "Now Love, stand up while you're at it. Don't make me repeat myself." He stands up, making his way towards you, watching as you scramble to stand.
As you jolted out of the chair, you started walking backwards, towards the wall. It took you a moment to realize what he was doing. You straightened your back, "You want my clothes off, Thrandy?" You asked, giving him a cocky smile. You tilted your head to the side as you looked up at him, "Is that what you really want?"
Thranduil pushed your back against a wall, he had a mischievous look on his face. He put one hand above you on the wall, before looking you up and down, “You heard me. Take. It. Off.” He commanded, bringing a hand up to your face, lightly tracing the side of your face. He leans in, putting his mouth close to your ear, whispering "Let me see your pretty body, love." He dropped his hand, letting it ghost over your body, before he let it rest right above your cunt.
