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Celebrían finds it when she’s sixteen, tucked away in an old shoebox in her her mother’s closet and it’s not that she’s meant to be snooping. Left home alone for the week, and Galadriel has never paid much attention to the sinking and rising levels of the bottles in her liquor cabinet and it’s easy to pluck a bottle of tequila and go exploring where she isn’t meant to be.
The box filled with photos and trinkets of her mother’s college days, grinning inebriated into the camera, evenings away from her daughter and Celebrían is around two based on the dates stamped in the bottom corner. Can’t help but grin herself as she flips through the photos; it’s not like her mother has ever been much of a mother, but still–
It’s nice to see this side of her as well.
Nears the bottom of the pile when she finds the first photo of Elrond, a pinch behind her navel that has been a familiar sensation for the last year, an unwilling blush even tucked safely away alone inside the wardrobe. Younger than she has ever seen him, only a few drops left of the childish youth that still clings to Celebrían. Leans against a wall in the photo and she tucks it into her back pocket.
In the next one her mother has appeared, pressed against his side, both of them smiling at the camera and it’s a little odd the way his arm is wrapped around her waist, but not too odd. Friends since long before she was born and Galadriel has always been fond of hugs. One of her best qualities and Celebrían will still sneak into her bed and tuck herself into her mother’s arms if she’s had a bad day.
It’s the next ones that makes her choke on her drink, the couple’s attention waned from the photographer, Galadriel turned away, both of Elrond’s hands resting on her waist in a way that in no way can be called friendly. Head tilted down, lips slightly parted and she knows what’s coming before she flips to the next photo.
Her mother’s arms wrapped around Elrond’s neck, a Saturday night kiss captured forever and even from the unguarded snapshot it is all too obvious that it is not the first time they have kissed.
There are more photos of them, pressed together on sofas, Galadriel perched on Elrond’s lap, a group of laughing around them and Celebrían recognises the two men on either side of them; Halbrand, the man her mother insists is not her current boyfriend in any shape and form despite the number of times she has woken on a Sunday to find him sitting at their kitchen table and Celeborn, the man she has assumed to be her father for the past six years based on a very awkward weekend when she was ten and his otherwise unexplainable presence at her birthdays ever since.
Except now–
Suddenly–
She isn’t entirely sure any longer.
It starts as a seed and continues to grow, coiling its way through her mind as Celebrían catches up on the final two inches her mother has on her, mirror images of each other and she is her mother’s daughter, born in her image and it doesn’t matter who put her in Galadriel’s belly to begin with.
Except–
Late nights with her hand between her legs, hips rolling against her palm, whimpers and names muffled into the mattress.
It takes her another three years to gather up the courage to kiss Elrond, a courage found in college and the lingering stares of her classmates and her newfound ability to drink wine without making a face. It had been supposed to be four of them at the dinner but Halbrand had guided Galadriel out of the house, weekend plans that none of them, least of all Galadriel, knew anything about and Celebrían would have kissed him too if he’d wanted.
And it’s not unusual for her and Elrond to have dinner alone, fries and shakes after soccer games and pizza to celebrate her report cards. The only thing unusual is the table cloth, a four-top turned to a two and the bottle of wine that is left without anyone asking for her ID; a waitress that does her best but clearly doesn’t know how to address them in relation to each other. The daughter so clearly sitting on her tongue, but never quite making it off as Celebrían takes Elrond hand, holds it on top of the table, stroking her thumb over it in a way that is far too intimate.
“You’re being a brat.”
Maybe you should spank me?
Smiles at him instead, innocent and without meaning but doesn’t let go of his hand.
“Can I stay at your place tonight?”
Less usual, but not unheard of, and the pause before he responds is almost unnoticeable.
“Sure.”
Warm from the wine, the pinch behind her naval long since turned into a rolling cramp and Celebrían knows there can be no going back.
Watches him light candles and put on a record before settling on the couch, eyebrows raised in relaxed curiosity and she could tease him like she normally would about what an old man he’s being. could, probably should, crosses over to him instead and straddles his lap. Almost eyelevel like this and it is as easy as breathing to lean foreward and kiss him. Cradles his jaw, Elrond frozen still beneath her and she doesn’t care, revels in touching him, tasting him; hands on her waist and she prepares for him to push her off.
A groan from somewhere deep in his chest instead and then he is kissing her back. Arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss, tongue swiping over her bottom lip and she willingly opens her mouth. Tastes the whiskey he had for desert on him, winds her hands into soft curls, pulls him closer as fingers find the buttons on her sweater, easily undone, forced to let go of him as he tugs it off her arms, no time to think before his mouth latches onto her throat.
“No bra?”
"I– they– they are,” difficult to think, to speak, to do anything but revel in the way her worries a mark into her skin, lapping at her pulse. “-pretty small. I don’t really need one.”
“Small?” Elrond scoffs, hands finding her tits, fingers rolling her nipples and her hips jolt, rubs against him, the sensation of his cock pressing up against her unmistakable. “They’re fucking perfect.”
The world shifting, flipped into the throw pillows, Elrond’ mouth immedialty attached to her right nipple, the other kneeded between his fingers. Spreads her legs, makes more room for him to settle between then and there is an ache inside her. Rolls her hips up, curses the December snow that has made tights necessary, seeks contact as his mouth sucks and pulls, a teasing pleasure that is nowhere near what Celebrían needs.
“Please–”
Doesn’t know what does it, the opposite effect of what she wants, mouth detaching as his head rises, arms planted on each side of her head, eyes clamped shut, forehead furrowed.
“What?”
“We can’t.”
A quiet whisper, yet he might as well be yelling. Brushes curls away from his face, glides her hands over his biceps.
“Is it because you’re my father?”
Eyes flying open, an indescribable expression on his face.
“Cel–“
“It’s okay, I don’t mind, promise,” pushes herself up a little, nudges her nose against his and his muscles are trembling beneath her palms, but he’s still there. “It can be our secret, no one else has to know.”
“Jesus Christ–“
“I mean it, I don’t mind, I just want you.”
“Why- why would you even think that I am your father?”
Shrugs, a conversation she thinks they can have another time, but indulges him.
“I found some old photos of you and mom from when you were at college. I know I was already born then, but it was pretty obvious you two were fucking.”
Should probably be weird to say it, but she is too pleased that he still hasn’t moved away to care. Pushes her luck, strokes her hands down his sides, untucks his shirt to find bare skin and when she hooks a leg around his hips and rolls against him he is still hard.
“I wasn’t the only one you mother was sleeping with at the time.”
“I figured, and I really, really don’t care, just please,” the next word tumbling out of her mouth, the sweetness of a ripe strawberry as she bites into it. “daddy, I need you.”
Silence and then he groans.
Knows she’s won.
Even more forceful as he kisses her, a consuming bite, hands pressed above her head as he rocks against her. Nothing for Celebrían to do but to arch upwards, seek touch and contact and heat, whines as his head ducks to her tits again, licking across her chest, biting at the soft flesh of her tits and there’s no doubt that they are going to be decorated with bruises in the morning.
Whines in dissatisfaction when he releases her completely.
"Quiet! Lift your hips.”
Does as told, stares at him as he strips her naked, the palm of his hand immediately cupping the smooth, bare skin of her mound, can feel herself leaking as he swipes two fingers over her slit. Has been wet since the wine was set down. His hands going to his belt, she bites her lip without meaning to and Elrond furrows his brows.
“Cel, you have done this before right?” Opens her mouth to reply, because yes, of course, she is nineteen, not a baby. “I’d think twice before lying to me.
Closes it, chews on her lip and shakes her head once.
“I wanted you to be my first.”
“You– fucking hell, you really are trying to kill me. So what exactly have you done?”
“I kissed two boys last year, that’s all.”
“That’s all?”
“Mhm, I promise daddy, nothing else.”
A shine in his eyes, something feral that makes her belly curl in happiness, the odd certainty that he is pleased that no one else has touched her.
“Well, we will have to rectify that, don’t we? Pretty little things like you should be touched.”
“Yes daddy.”
“Say ‘please daddy’.”
“Please daddy.”
A finger trailing over her cunt, arches up and gets a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh.
“Don’t be impatient, it doesn’t suit you.”
Pouts, but remains still as he continues to tease, featherlight touched that does nothing but tease, Celebrían filled with the need to squirm, to settle back in his lap and rub against him until she comes. Forces herself to be good and stay still, chews at her lips until finally, finally, he sinks a finger inside her as he thumb circles her clit.
“Have you touched yourself like this before?”
“Yes daddy.”
“Mmm. And what have you been thinking about while touching yourself?”
“You daddy, always you.”
“Good.”
Removes his finger, a sharp look that stops her protest, sinks lower on the couch until he is resting between her legs, face lingering above her cunt and she wonders if he can see the way it clenches and grips around nothing.
“What do we say?”
“Please daddy.”
Instantly rewarded with a broad swipe of his tongue over her cunt, hips twisting, a full body shudder running through her, the immediate satisfaction of knowing that she was right to wait. That Elrond was always meant to be the first one to touch her, who he might be inconsequential. Hands wrapping themselves around her thighs, spreading her open and pulling her closer. A groan as he buries his face in her, uncaring of the wet mess her cunt has become, leaking slick that he eagerly laps up.
Closes his mouth around her clit, sucks and Celebrían keens, foot curling against his back, digging in, all of her unraveling as he eats her out. Unprepared for all of it, hips twitching, rocking up against his face until there is a heavy arm across her belly, keeping her down.
Lifts his head, hair a mess of curls and she think– she knows–
“Stop moving.”
“Yes daddy.”
Means it, she really does, wants to make him happy and proud and show that she can be as good and obedient as–
Grabs at a pillow as he goes back to licking her, tongue flat, covering an impossible amount, screams into the pillow as she comes.
Expects him to move on, but he stays right where he is, nips at her clit, pleasurepain that makes her breath hitch, back arching and then he is working two fingers into her. Too much at once except she cannot tell him that, mouth refusing to form anything but yes, pleasepleaseplease, daddy, her whines filling the living room, fingers pumping into her as his tongue plays with her clit and her thighs quiver around his head.
Elrond’s fingers curling inside her until they scarpe across a little spot that she has just barely managed to brush against before. Her promise to keep still immediately broken, hips surging upwards, hands gripping his hair, pulling and he sinks in another finger. Curls them over the little spot again and already it is more than Celebrían has ever taken before.
Lost in a hazy mist of pleasurepainpleasure, cunt clenching around his fingers, wants and wants and wants.
“Daddy–”
Comes again, grinding against his tongue and his fingers and she is full and yet so completely empty.
His touch disappearing, stares at him through teary eyes—did I do something wrong—but Elrond simply smiles, rolls up the sleeves on his shirt, before removing his belt.
“On your stomach please.”
An ordeal to get her muscles to obey, heavy from wine and orgasms, and the knowledge of finally being claimed by the only one she has ever wanted. Manages in the end, her hands gathered behind her back, the strange sensation of leather wrapping around her forearms.
“What?”
“Just do as you are told.”
And contrary to what her mother might say at times, Celebrían is good at doing just that.
Lets him move her as he wishes, forearms bound together resting at her back, face pressed to the couch, can barely just see him in the corner of her eye as he pulls her hips up towards him, a stray grateful thought about all the yoga classes he has paid for. Settles behind her and she has a stark awareness of how he is still completely dressed. The soft fabric of his pants brushing against the back of her thighs, impossible not to shudder, just isn’t entirely sure if it’s because of the sensation or the air or the needy impatience inside her.
The sound of his zipper lowering drowning out the music playing in the background, all Celebrían can hear along with the sound of her heart beating and her rushed little breaths for air. An eternity later and finally Elrond’s cock pushes against the leaking mess her cunt has become and she doesn’t think, just arches her hips higher. Receives only a harsh slap to her ass, stinging as she pouts.
“Christ, you’re just like your mother.”
The one thing she cannot bear, that he’d be thinking about Galadriel when she is so close to having him to herself “I’m not!”
“You’re right,” the head of his cock slipping through her folds, never quite pushing in, her tilted hips ignored, the way she pushes back against him. “She’s reckless, impatient, never willing to listen, and you’re not like that are you?”
“No.”
“No, you’re not. Because you are?”
“‘m good,” cock brushing up and down her slit and Celebrían might die if she’s not filled soon. “I’m- a good girl, I’m your good girl.”
“That’s right, you’re daddy’s good little girl.”
And finally, finally, he pushes into her, inch after inch, neck gripped tightly in his hand, nowhere to go even as she starts to squirm.
“Hurts,” huffs it out, cunt unwillingly stretching around him and it’s not that she wants him to stop. She just, needs him to know.
“Good.”
Has eaten her and licked her and stretched her open with his fingers and yet she is unprepared for the heavy weight of Elrond’s cock inside her. Squirms, grateful that he’s bound her, that she can’t do anything except take. Cunt gripping at him and despite the discomfort she knows she will spend the rest of her life begging him for more.
Shaky little gasps leaving her mouth as he finally bottoms out, hips pressed against her ass, stays burried, a small grind of his hips as she adjusts.
“Daddy?”
“Mhm?”
“Could you– can you, t-ouch my clit please?”
“Of course,” a warm hum in his voice, hand sneaking around her hips, two fingers circling her clit, walls fluttering around him, painpleasurepain turning to pleasurepainpleasure as he slowly starts moving. “Your mother asked me the exact same thing the first time I fucked her. She was more used to it of course, had already been broken in by Halbrand, fucking creep.”
The urge to claw his eyes out. “Must you–”
Cock sliding out of her, a hard thrust that knocks both the words and air out of her.
“What? Talk about Galadriel? I don’t have to but,” another hard thrust. “Your cunt gets so incredible tight when I do.”
“Daddy–” sniffles, can’t help herself. A slow rolling rhythm, cock gliding out of her, pressing back in, a sharp twist behind her navel, a drawn out cramp of pleasurepainpleasure.
“Oh baby, sweet little thing,” kisses pressed to her forehead, all of him for a moment wrapped around her and Celebrían revels in it despite the clothing separating his skin from hers. “You have nothing to worry about, you’re my little girl, remember?”
Shakily nods. Reminds herself that even if he was still interested it wouldn’t have mattered. Halbrand too much of a looming forceful presence and even if he suddenly disappeared there is still her mother’s strange thing with Celeborn.
Elrond’s warmth disappearing, fingers straying from her clit as her hips are pulled higher, her Celebrían’s whining protest easily ignored. Fucks into her and it’s painpleasurepain, unwilling tears pooling in her eyes.
“If you’re thinking right now that you are some kind of second choice because I can’t have your mother you are very much incorrect. She and I were over a decade ago, you’re the only thing that fucking matters now.”
Painpleasurepain– pleasure.
Sobs into the couch as she comes, cunt clenching around the cock inside her, Elrond’s hands suddenly everywhere at once, stroking her tits, tugging at her nipples, pulling her hips until she is nothing but an arching spine.
Doesn’t give her pause or a chance to land, plants one foot on the floor, drives into her, rutting, and she is over-sensitive, cunt given too much in too little time, tongue lax, with every thrust there is a shocked little noise pressing out of her.
“Breathe little thing.”
A sharp intake of air, another, body turning to a soft pile of nerves and aching muscles, cunt bruised, Elrond slowing down until he is just barely rocking inside her, absentmindedly stroking her clit.
“Why,” voice hoarse, has to cough before continuing. “Why did you stop?”
“I’m deciding whether I should come on your face or inside you.”
Both options nice, lovely, another claim. A bothersome thought making its presence known, knowledge that needs to shared.
“I’m not on anything.”
A few seconds before he replies, voice filled with exasperation. “You’re not on anything? Christ Cel and here you have been saying that you aren't like your mother.”
“I’m not!”
Elrond leaning above her, one arm planted next to her head, the muscles in his forearm straining and she thinks she might want to lick it.
“Oh really? And what’s stopping me from fucking a baby into you right here and now, hmm? Your greedy little cunt certainly isn’t.”
Mind a muddled mess of flashing images and the very obvious reason why he shouldn’t do what he is threatening. Tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, refusing to speak.
“Do you want a baby, is that it Celebrían? Cause I’ll fucking give you one if that’s what you want. I can keep you tied in my bedroom until you’re nice and round and it’s too late for anyone to do anything about it.”
Shakes her head, doesn’t want that.
Doesn’t.
Has other plans for her life.
Except she moans when Elrond starts moving again, smacking into thighs and ass.
“Tell me to pull out.” A whine leaving her mouth. “Tell me to pull out little thing and I will.”
Tries to get her tongue to move, to shape words, necessary words, the most important words she has ever spoken.
Only manages to moan.
“You want a baby, is that it? That’s okay, I’ll give you a baby. A baby for my little thing, you just lay there, I’ll take care of everything. Lay there and take my cock, be daddy’s good girl and I’ll give you a baby.”
And Celebrían does just that.
Lays moaning on the couch as he ruts inside her, hips stuttering against her before his cock jerks inside her, a wet heat as Elrond comes, collapses on top of her with a long grunt, a heavy comforting weight.
“Best little cunt I have ever fucked.”
Smiles as he kisses her forehead.
Wishes she could record him and send it to Galadriel.