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Headcanon: riding them the first time
A/N; No one asked for this, but i, once again, fell into the lotr/hobbit hole. So there is that. Now I will probably disappear for another year before posting any stories. Enjoy!
Rating: 18+ minors avert your eyes
Warnings: smut!, a tiny bit of degradation
Characters involved: Kili, Fili, Thranduil
Kili:
The first time you literally flipped him over to be on top, his eyebrows shot up so high on his forehead you were worried they would never return to normal
Boy was he surprised
He is usually a talker, loves to tease you in and outside of the bedroom but at that moment, he was speechless
For a few seconds he just stared at you, not knowing what the fuck he was supposed to do now since he was usually the one on top
You started out slow , just grinding against him which had him gripping your hips so hard you were sure there would be bruises
Honestly he wouldn’t be able to stop moaning because it felt so fucking good
And the way you look, fuck. Enjoying yourself, literally using him for your own pleasure
From that day on, he was the one almost begging you to ride him
Fili:
Fili, like his brother, was surprised to have you on top of him but he recovered quickly and had a shit eating grin plastered on his face “Alright then...”
He would quiet literally lean back and enjoy the show, giving you some encouraging words along the way
“Doing so good, love. Keep going.”
“That’s it, make yourself cum.”
Would shamelessly grab, kiss, bite and lick any inch of skin he could find
Grabs your hips to keep you still once he noticed you’re close, just to hear you whimper and beg him to let you cum
“Not yet, love. You got to work for it.”
When he feels like you deserve to cum, he would just grab the back of your neck and pull you down to him before fucking up into you with a intensity that lets you see stars
Safe to say its his new favorite position
Thranduil:
He felt insulted the first time you mentioned your desire to be on top for once
Thranduil is a king. A king has to be in control
He agreed to try it after lots of convincing (and to shut you up)
Once you finally settled on top of him, with his cock deep inside of you, he had the audacity to look bored. Bored!
Tried really hard to look unaffected when you started to move, but you did notice him licking his lips at the way your boobs bounced right in his face
He kept his hands at his sides, denying you the pleasure of his hands on your body even when you begged him to touch you, to guide you
Would definitely start mocking you when your legs gave out right before your orgasm
“What is it, meleth nin? You wanted to do this on your own, didn’t you?”
“Look at my stupid little girl, cant even ride her king properly.”
Finally had mercy on you when you started to cry from frustration and desperation
“No, no don’t cry now little star. I will show you how it’s done.”
Would fuck and overstimulate you for hours to remind you why he is the one on top
Secretly likes you on top anyway
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could you do fili with praise for kinktober please💞💞
kinktober, episode 1 <3
author's note: the way I am so numb and horny after writing this means I desperately need to go touch some grass. anyways, I'm so excited to start off kinktober with a cute Fíli drabble <3 feel free to request more if this one really got y'all going :) enjoy!
Pairing: Fíli / Gender-neutral Reader
Word Count: 850
summary: porn without any plot in sight <3
content warnings: nsfw, cowgirl/riding, needy/whiny men, need I say more?
DO NOT REPOST OR COPY. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.
“You’re taking me so well,” he cooed as you slowly eased yourself along his length. The pleasure was more than enough to send you reeling as you grinded down on top of his lap.
“I always do,” you hummed, setting a slow pace as you savored the feeling of him filling you up. “Don’t I, Fíli?”
He looked at you with half-lidded eyes as he watched you take all of him, smiling when you wrapped one of your hands in his hair to anchor yourself. “Fuck, ghivashel…”
His eyes rolled back for a moment from the feeling of your cunt sucking him in, a mixture of your arousal and his pre-cum already making a mess where you two were connected.
With a playful smirk, you positioned his head to face you dead on. “Come on, now. Don’t grow quiet now, love. Tell me how good I’m making you feel, hm?”
He pulled you close, chuckling as he planted kisses along your neck. “You always look so gorgeous when you’re like this.” His hands found purchase on your sides, massaging circles along your hips as he watched you take him so deliciously.
Your pace quickened at the praise, deciding to reward him for his good behavior. “And?”
His breathing was becoming slightly uneven now and it was taking all of his willpower to not turn the tides and pound you into the mattress. Gods, the things you did to him were enough to drive him crazy.
“A-and,” he paused, a moan ripping out of him as you slammed your hips against his. “That’s it, right there. Please, don’t stop now. You’re perfect.”
His kisses were becoming more sloppy against your skin as he teased one of your nipples with his tongue, eliciting a moan out of you as you leaned into his touch. You tightened your grip on his hair and smiled at the way he melted into the palm of your hand. Just the sight of him desperately trying to keep it together was enough to make you even wetter as you continued bouncing on his cock.
“Ahh, please,” he whined, bucking his hips up into you, reaching deeper inside you as you buried your head in the crook of his neck, your moans and heavy breathing only warming his ears. “Y/N, it’s like you were made for me, for this… Nobody else can fuck me the way you do.”
A sharp cry came from you as a padded thumb found your clit, rubbing gently in tandem with his thrusts and your grinding. “Fuck, Fíli, you’re doing so good. Keep talking, please.”
Between his whining voice and the sheer pleasure of you riding him, you could tell you were getting close.
And between your dominating attitude and the way your pussy was drowning his cock, he was also very close to the brink.
But that dominating attitude was quickly whittling away with every thrust of your lover as he bullied his cock deeper inside you, going faster and harder as he sent you bouncing on his cock. Your hands moved to steady themselves on his shoulders, digging your nails and leaving red marks on his war-scarred skin just to anchor yourself as best as possible.
“You’re driving me wild, Y/N–” He was barely keeping himself coherent now as his thrusts sent you bouncing on his cock with such intensity that you were starting to go dumb. “Fuck, I’m getting close now.”
“Fíli, don’t stop,” you pleaded, biting into his shoulder now to keep yourself from melting into his violent pacing. “Come on now, we can hang in there a little longer, hm?”
He let out a guttural moan at your words, knowing it would be more fun if he complied.
“Anything for you, ghivashel,” he whined in between thrusts, trying his best to hold out. “Gods, you’re so warm, so tight. You’re so fucking perfect. I could fuck you like this forever–”
More babbling spewed from your lover’s lips as he lost himself in the overwhelming pleasure of your pussy pulsing around his length as you came.
Your grip on his shoulders tightened as his name was all you could scream, his thrusts slowing down enough for you to ride your high before quickly speeding back up so he could chase his own. Tears brewed in your eyes as the overstimulation was starting to hit you, feeling so sensitive that pain and pleasure seemed one and the same now. You bit his shoulder harder this time, knowing it would certainly leave a mark in the morning, and the next few thrusts led to him painting your walls white.
A mixture of him and you was beginning to leak out from where you were connected as the two of you could only swallow each other’s moans in the sloppiest kiss imaginable. His hands rubbing soothing circles into your back now as your own moved to massage his now tender shoulders.
“Shall we keep going?” You grinned, feeling him begin to grow hard again as you moved yourself against him.
“Give me just a moment to recover,” he breathed. “But absolutely.”
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How the Dwarfs show PDA
Thorins company x gn!reader
Warnings: an insane amount of fluff, implied smut
Thorin
Being the King of Erebor meant that he had a lot of responsibility on his plate. Even before the Dwarfs defeated Smaug and reclaimed Erebor, he wasn’t overly affectionate publicly; that didn’t change once he re-built his kingdom. Kissing is a no go, but instead he would just always have you hold onto his arm as you walked, or vise versa. But when you’re alone in your shared chambers, its like he can’t get enough of you. Thats when he always makes up for the lack of attention and affection that he can’t openly show like he wants to, but if he sees someone flirting with you then thats thrown out of the window; literally. He will pull you up onto his throne and make-out with you infront of everyone if he wants to… and he has… many times. But most of the time; not very into PDA.
Fíli
Like his Uncle, he has a lot of responsibilities since he’s the heir to the throne. But he doesn’t let that stop him. Once he’s done with his daily duties as the prince of Erebor, he gives you his undivided attention and affection. He always makes sure you’re able to stretch your legs, so he usually like to take late night walks through the mines as you two attempt to not be seen by the guards. One time though you did get caught doing… something. But that’s a story for another day and time. Sometimes he will literally just slip away from the meetings to go and be with you but only if Kíli is there to cover for him. He doesn’t have a problem with showing you how much he adores and loves you, even if that means getting his head chewed off by Thorin for skipping his royal duties.
Kíli
This man is literally the definition of PDA. He doesn’t have as many duties as his brother so he gets to spend his free time with you. He doesn’t care who watches you two as you walk through the halls of Erebor with his arm tucked tight around your shoulders; paired with a proud grin on his face that reads “yeah thats right they’re mine”. He doesn’t care if his Uncle scolds him for it, you’re his one. He tends to pepper kisses all over your face at random times, which inturn makes you incredibly flustered, sometimes his own brother has to pry him off of you. He’s just a lovey-dovey type of boyfriend and he is not afraid to show it to the whole Kingdom of Erebor.
Dwalin
Not a fan of PDA at all. However, if he sense that you’re having an off day, or if he sees someone openly flirting with you…. well then it’s like he’s a whole new person. He’ll pull you into his chest as he rubs circles on your back, giving the person that was attempting to flirt with you a death glare and grinning when he watches them basically shit their pants and scramble away. If its the scenario where you’re having an off day he will find someone to cover for him most of the time with a threat before taking you back to your shared house as he gives you his undivided attention and affection. All in all; this man can quickly become the worlds biggest simp for you.
Bofur
Like Kíli, he’s the definition of PDA. As soon as he gets home from work he’s all over you; literally. He will physically jump on top of you if you’re ignoring him, especially after a long day in the mines. Which usually leads to you forcing him to get up off of you so you can fix him a bath. Even when you’re doing that, his hands are wrapped around your waist as his chin rests on top of your head. In public it doesn’t change, his fingers are laced with yours and he’s constantly finding an excuse to kiss you. You have something on your lips? Kiss. You turn to look at him? Kiss. He wants your attention? Multiple kisses. He just adores showing you how much he loves and cherishes you, even during the journey to reclaim Erebor.
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A/N:
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Warm Enough? | Fili x gn!reader (🍋)
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↳ ❝ Hi can I request 43 and 109 with fili please? ❞
: ̗̀➛ Along the way, you get separated from the company, and upon reuniting with Fili, you can only think about trying to get warm.
: ̗̀➛ swearing, anal sex, spit as lube, praise kink, anal fingering
: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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It was freezing cold. You could feel your hands becoming raw and stinging with the ice, fingertips frozen and shaky as you did your best to fumble with your coat and pull it closer; you had been separated from Thorin's company for what seemed like weeks.
Struggling to track them through the dense snow and ice, as even Dwarvish footsteps, known for their heavy nature, were difficult to see amongst the continuous thunder of snow. It clouded your vision, thick white curtains constantly blowing and distorting your view.
The wind would howl triumphantly, masking any sound that the company might have made; but that was when you stumbled upon a tree. It wasn't unlike any other, still thick and covered in a soft white duvet upon all of its branches; it seemed to weep with the weight of the heavy burden.
But laid upon its crackling and flaking bark was a carved word; singular, but you knew what had made it, and laid your hand upon the mark as you sighed with relief. Closing your eyes for a moment and resting your head against the icy and slick bark. Fili had carved it, and you could still smell his knife against the bark.
They were close. You found another a few minutes forward, and then a few minutes to the left; but then you heard them, and you grinned. Snow kicked up your calves and knees as you ran as fast as you could; ignoring the stinging sensation in your feet as the ice pierced through your boots and socks with long, thick daggers.
A howl of their names left your mouth, and you could see them turn around; Fili was the first to get to you, his body clashing with yours so hard that you both fell into the snow.
A mountain of snow seemed to explode around you both, and you found it difficult not to laugh as you gently cupped his face in your hands and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. His face was bright pink, flushed with both cold and flushed as he grinned brightly.
"You made it," he breathed out softly. "For too long I thought I’d lost you."
"You didn't think I'd be lost forever, did you?" You asked softly, gently flicking the metal on his moustache. "I thought you'd have more faith in me."
Fili smiled as he shook his head, helping you up and out of the snow despite the fact that it clung to his sides and your back so terribly. A long streak of falling cotton balls cascading from your neck down to your ankles.
"I never doubted you," he told you with the softest of hums. "Come on, my uncle and brother have been worried sick."
You knew Thorin well enough to guess that he probably did; he knew that you and Fili had always been sweethearts, ever since the day you had met, and although he never doubted your skills for a moment, he had been worrying himself into panic when you had gotten separated.
Kili, however, didn't even say a thing as he pulled you flush to his chest and hugged you tightly; you could see the worry in his eyes when he pulled away, but all he could do was smile as relief washed over him. You were like a sibling to him. Ever since you and Fili had been together, Kili had welcomed you with open arms and had never allowed you to feel a moment's peace. You nodded curtly at him, clearing your throat.
The others were quick to follow suit, relived and more than glad that you had not died; they had all seen enough death for hundreds of years, and losing the significant other of Thorin's heir would have been too much for any of them to handle. Fili, especially.
But he was quick to pull you aside, ushering you into the small cave nearby and leading you through the winding dark until you came to a small fire; he cleared his throat, sitting down and glancing at you quickly.
"When we first made camp here," he explained, "me and Kili agreed that I should keep a fire right here. For when you came back."
You sat down beside him, able to feel the snow melting and slowly working its way down your back. "You waited for me?"
Fili nodded, daring to smile. "It didn't take much to convince the others - given the weather."
You nodded in agreement, cosying up to him and grumbling under your breath. "I'm sorry that I worried you all... really. I never meant to cause no harm."
"You didn't," he reassured with a shake of his head. "Me and Kili... we tried to search for you, but the weather kept stopping us, so I carved a trail as far as I could hoping you would find it."
"I did," you hummed. "I knew it was you..."
"Kili also carved some," he went on, "we made sure that no matter what direction you came from, we had a trail... Thorin insisted on staying back with the others, he said that if you didn't find the trails, you might find the camp."
You snuggled up to him a little more, sitting on his thigh as you leaned into him and hummed under your breath, able to feel his slowly warming hands run down to the waistband of your trousers. Wet from the melted snow and ice, he gently kissed your temple.
"Maybe you should get out of these," Fili whispered. "Let them dry."
"What about the cold?" You asked softly.
"I'll keep you warm," he told you gently. Doing his best not to grin when you got off of his lap, giving him a knowing smile as you slowly started to strip; the wet slap of your clothes hitting the ground as you shivered and looked at his crotch.
His trousers were tented, his hand buried beneath the fabric as he watched you closely, hungrily. You licked your lips, swallowing thickly as you straddled his waist and grabbed the front of his shirt tightly, your knuckles clicking.
"Come here," Fili whispered, kissing you deeply as he tugged at his trousers to free his hard cock.
He pushed you from his lap softly, asking you to get on your hands and knees for a moment and letting out a gentle and soft praise when you did as he said; with rough and calloused hands, he spread your cheeks apart, and spat in your tight asshole before working it open with two of his thick fingers.
You whimpered softly, pushing back against him and begging him for more; Fili pulled back, letting another stringy glob of saliva fall into you before he worked you open a little more until he was satisfied with you.
He knelt behind you, gently tracing your cold skin from the back of your neck to the underside of your ass. Grabbing it for a moment as he smiled, letting his trousers and undergarments fall to his knees.
"Are you ready, beloved?" His voice was hoarse and raw, thick with need and want as he gave himself a few good strokes, slicking his cock with precum.
He spat on his hand twice, working his saliva up and down the veiny, slick skin until it squelched against his palm.
You nodded, breathless as you wiggled your hips. "Yes, Fili, please."
"Good," he praised softly, lining himself up before gently, slowly pushing himself into your ass.
Groaning softly when you took him all the way to the hilt, his coarse blond hair pressing against your ass cheeks.
The softest of moans left you as you pushed back against him, quietly gasping when you felt his entire weight rest on you, his forearms planted either side of your face as he let his lips rest by your ear; grunts and growls covered up his gentle and sweet praises.
You could feel every movement of his cock, the slight curve to the left hitting all the right spots as he snapped and rocked his hips in a steady rythm.
"Is this warm enough for you, beloved?" He whispered softly, no teasing or joking evident in his gentle voice.
You nodded, your hand wandering over to his and holding it tightly as you did your best to keep up with his rhythm despite the coldness of your bones. "Yes, my Prince."
"You feel so good," Fili praised kindly, sincerely. "Taking me so good, too... you're wonderful, my beloved."
You whimpered, the praise making you smile as you did your best to try not to allow it to get to you too much; but the slow and steady pace, how easily his cock thrust in and out of you, all the way to the base od the tip before going back in, it was making a sheen sheet of sweat cover your body.
The droplets glistening with the tender glow of the fire so sweetly, so beautifully. The gentle rise and fall of his chest against your skin, the coarse fabric of his shirt rubbing against you; the warmth of his hands and his crotch and his thighs against your exposed, cool skin.
The gentle yet ticklish brush of his beard and moustache against your neck and your ear, coupled with his warm breath and his tender praises.
You lapped it all up, every movement, every breath, every brush, every stroke.
You needed it all, so selfish and greedy in your own desire that you could feel it turning to a knot in your stomach; your stomach acid bubbling and brewing the more intense that your need and desire became. You could feel your toes starting to curl as you panted heavily, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you fucked yourself against his cock.
You felt him go limp above your for a moment, cock throbbing as he ceased all movements and filled your ass until it squelched.
It only took a moment before he worked you all over again, desperate to see you cum for him and come undone; you weren't going to last long, knowing all too well that his praises were making their way beneath your skin and into your blood, pulling you apart at the seams the more that Fili slowly and gently fucked you.
Kissing you so softly and so gently between each and every kind and tender praise. You couldn't help it, pushed over the edge as you softly cried out his name and bucked against him with great need.
Fili saw you through every second of your release, only daring to pull out when he felt you spasm and writhe beneath him, giving your ass a firm pat before pulling you onto his lap and kissing you softly, gently.
"You were so good," Fili praised. "I didn't go too far, did I?"
"No," you whispered, shaking your head as you gently traced his jaw. "You were just right."
"I'm so sorry I lost you," he admitted. "It was my fault."
You shook your head, stealing another quick kiss. "It wasn't. Nobody could've seen those trolls coming, not even you."
"I should have," he sighed. "I told Thorin I would protect you, just as you told him that you would protect me and my brother."
"But you did," you pointed out. "You kept the fire lit and you marked the trail. You did protect me, my beloved Prince."
Fili frowned, looking at your lips for a moment before sighing. "Are you warm enough, yet? I think Kili might have a spare change of clothes, if you should need them."
You nodded, clearing your throat as you laughed softly. "You better do - I don't think my clothes are going to be dry enough just yet."
He smiled, daring to kiss the tip of your nose gently before letting you get off of his lap; he hummed, pausing to take another look at you. "I won't be very long, my beloved."
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Okay this was written at 3 am on mobile so dont judge...
Warnings: kissing, question related to sex, nudity, more kissing making out. I think thats all??
Picture not mine!!!
The company had stopped hours ago at a small clearing for the night and even though everyone was tired no one seemed to want to go to sleep. You were talking with Bofur about some games you had back in your world.
"Oh and then there's this one called truth or dare" you said.
"How do you play it?" he asked.
"Do you need a board or cards or something for it?" asked Ori.
"No, the rules are simple. Everyone at their turn get to ask someone truth or dare. You choose truth and they can ask you anything and you have to answer truthfully. Dare and they can dare you to do anything and you have to do it" you explained.
"That sounds fun" Kili exclaimed. "Can we play?"
"Sure! I'll start asking. Who's in?" you challenged.
Most of the company said they are in exept for Balin, Oin, Dwalin and Thorin.
"Okay so Bofur truth or dare?"
"Truth"
"Okay umm.. do you take the hat off while bedding a woman?" you asked.
"What kind of a question is that? Of course i do not!" he said smugly.
"Okay now its your turn to ask someone"
The game went on like that for a while. Nori had gone skinny dipping and was now pretty much naked with a towel around him, Ori had to show some of his unfinished art and so on. Until it came to Kilis turn to ask someone.
"Y/n, truth or dare?" he asked grinning.
"Dare"
"Kiss Fili"
"What" said both you and Fili.
"Well the dare can be anything and i dare you to kiss my brother" he stated.
"Well alright then" you told him before walking over to Fili and leaning in before kissing him on the lips.
The kiss only lasted a few seconds but it still left you out of breath. You looked into his blue eyes before he leaned in to kiss you again, this time more passionetly.
You kissed for a long while before he picked you up and laid you on your back on the ground. You pulled away to take a couple of breaths and you were leaning back in until someone interrupted the two of you.
"Alright i get it that you like each other but get a room" said Thorin. You had not realised that you had all eyes on you the whole time. You started blushing but the you blurted out. "Well we could get a room if you could just let us stop in town for even one night"
"Alright then, we will stop in the next town so that Y/n and Fili can have a little privacy" he stated and went back to talking to Dwalin.
His statement earned a few thank yous from the company. You on the other hand were a blushing mess pinned under Fili.
"I will do more than just kiss you once we are in a private bedroom, amrâlimê" he whispered in your ear before getting up and walking to his brother.
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Fili (The Hobbit)
Modern AU's
Slow Burn (Modern Fili x OFC Prim)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Wild Horses (Modern Fili x OFC Prim)
Part 1 Part 2
Insatiable (Modern Fili x OFC Prim)
Remedy (Modern Fili x OFC Prim)
Durin's Garage (Mechanic Fili x female reader)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
In Your Arms
Incandescent (Modern Fili x female reader)
Part 1 Part 2
Serve and Protect (Police Officer Fili x female reader)
Part 1 Part 2
Guarding Your Heart (Bodyguard AU Fili x OFC Lucy, co-written with @guardianofrivendell ) Masterlist
Canon-verse
Golden Hour (Fili x reader)
Not That Exhausted (Fili x female reader)
Part 1 Part 2
Talk You Out Of It (Fili x female reader)
Desired Effect (Fili x female reader)
NSFW Alphabet (Fili x female reader)
Warmth and Solace (Fili x reader)
Cruelty of Time (Fili x female reader)
Ravished and Ravenous (Fili x female reader)
Spark To A Flame (Fili x female reader)
Part 1 Part 2
Hide (Fili x female reader)
Part 1 Part 2
Admit It... (Fili x female reader)
Gilded In Gold (Fili x female reader)
Someone Like You (Fili x OFC Fenna, co-written with @guardianofrivendell ) Masterlist
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Of Lions, Doves and Kings
This is my first creation for the 2023 Deano Bingo event. @deanobingo
Fili x Reader
Warnings: Rated E 18+. Unprotected intercourse, power play, role play, dwarven lingerie, exhibitionism / semi-public sex
Words: 2634
Fili and his partner play out a fantasy that they both fine irresistible.
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Fili had never wanted power. He had never wanted to wave his title over people to make them bend their knees or show off his wealth to the snobby nobles at council meetings. No, Fili did not want any of that when he became the crowned prince. He refused to give into greed and pride in the all-consuming way that tore apart his ancestors. But he was a dwarf. He was mortal. And he had weaknesses just like everyone else did.
That carved green stone that they called their throne was one…
You were the other…
And the glint of gold and ruby always a thrilling sight…
Not to mention that longing desire for freedom and rule braking that his uncle had tried to train out of him in preparation for becoming the crowned prince…
The aspect of getting caught…
It didn’t come as a surprise to you when he finally admitted his secret fantasy, the scene he pictured that would make him come undone in his own hands every time he allowed him mind to wonder. Him, on the throne of Erebor with his queen in his lap, bare and moaning loud enough that the guards could hear them on the other side of the mountain’s thick walls.
He had whispered it to you as he peppered kisses along your throat, his fingers traveling in and out of you under your combined coats, the company only meters away and completely unaware of your scandalous activities. He had made it sound so powerful, so delicious that you found it becoming one of your own favorite fantasies and a scene that the two of you played out often enough in the bedroom once Erebor was claimed.
Fili was a calculated and organized dwarf, always putting his responsibilities before his own needs, but when the opportunity to finally fulfil his wonton desire arose, he was powerless to fight it. So, as Thorin set off to the Shire for his honeymoon and his brother left for Mirkwood with his mother and Balin to organize negotiations with the elves, Fili was left in charge of the mountain. And boy did he used that to his advantage.
You weren’t silly, you knew something was amiss. Fili, who was usually miserable whenever his brother was away, was far too happy to be heading to council meetings when he left you earlier and it made you nervous as you made you way to the throne room, the thin chains of lace and gold he had ordered you to wear this morning cold against your skin but safely hidden under you dress.
Heat had gathered on your cheeks and between your legs as you walked through the long halls of the mountain and it took every fiber of control to stop yourself from grinning like a fool. It wasn’t uncommon for your prince to steal you away from your duties for a bit of fun or stress relief, he had a thing for taking you in the hidden nooks and crannies of the mountain, places with just enough privacy but still with a risk of getting caught, but he had never asked you to meet in such an open spot before. Perhaps he had found a new hidden cave he wished to lead you too? Or maybe he simply wished to tease you some and claim you after you had stewed on it all day?
You took a deep breath and smoothed out the front of your dress when you arrived at the doors of the throne room, the guards giving you a sideways glance at your reddened face and jittery hands but letting you through with a nod. You smiled gratefully at them and snuck inside, your breath hitching in your throat at what you found.
Draped lazily across the throne sat your beloved, his eyes darkening as they landed on you. He was dressed in layers of expensive furs and luxurious robes. Rings and jeweled bracelets adorned his hands and wrists in a show of wealth and mithril was laced through the braids of his hair and mustache. What shocked you the most however, was Thorin’s crown resting on his brow. The crown of the king.
The rest of the ensemble while not his usual self could be brushed off, but wearing the kings crown could get him in serious trouble if he was caught. Especially while sitting so comfortably in the king’s throne.
“Fili?” you gasped in instant understanding, nights of dressing up and roleplaying in the safety of your chambers flashing through your mind and making you clench your legs closed, “Are you mad?”
The golden locked dwarf smiled sharply, the dimples in his cheeks flashing, “Is that any way to speak to your king dove?”
His voice sent shivers down your spine and the heat in your stomach doubled as took you in with lustful eyes. He flicked his ringed finger and despite your lingering apprehensions, you obeyed the silent instruction, bowing your head and kneeling before the throne he sat in.
“Good girl,” he purred in delight, the bulge in his trousers clear from were you kneeled, “my wonderful queen,”
You raised your head to meet his eyes and temporarily ignoring your fears in favor of your lust, you slipped into character, “What is it I can do to serve you my king?”
His face lit up at your willingness to play along, “It seems that your king is in the need of some company, so if my queen would be so grateful?”
“Of course you majesty, but surly such a mighty and powerful king would not allow his queen to be left on the cold floor for such a task?”
Usually when you played this role the cold stone floor of your rooms was covered in thick woolen rugs and soft animal hides, in this room however, your skin was growing cold and you knees already hurt.
“No, not at all,” he agreed with a shake of his head that made his beads clink together, “A queen should be sat upon her throne. Come up here, sit,”
Making a show of it, you lifted yourself from the floor and into his grasp as he guided you to his lap. Biting your lip as his hardened bulge pressed against your aching core, you rocked slightly as you made yourself comfortable against him.
Fili took your face in his hand and kissed you. It was rough and needy and he made no effort to cover his small growls and groans as your lips met. His free hand had made its way under your dress and was kneading the soft flesh of your ass as he pulled you closer, slipping his tongue into your mouth with a whine. For a moment you lost yourself in him, his taste, his touch, even his scent had you worked up as you rocked against his hips.
Tracing your hands down his covered chest, you moved to undo his laces only for him to grab you wrists with one hand and hold you still.
“Patience my queen,” he whispered with a nip to your ear, “I have waited far too long, I won’t rush this,”
You stilled and he loosened his grip, bringing his attention to the ties of your corset instead. His quick fingers made light work of the strings and he took his time kissing and sucking along your jaw and down the side of your neck, slowly reaching lower with every inch of skin he revealed from your dress. You whimpered at his feather-like touches, arching you back to press your hips to his, desperate for some sort of stimulation against the burning between your legs.
Fili nudged you up and slipped the garment over your head, his eyes sparkling at the sight of you in nothing but chains of gold and lace that hugged your flesh and outlined your breasts. You shivered as the cold air of the throne room hit your skin making your nipples harden and he groan beneath you at the sight. He left sloppy kisses down your left breast, drawing back with a wicked grin as an idea crossed his mind. You tilted your head slightly as you watched him part the chains of gold, kiss you sloppily again and blow gently.
You gasped at the sensation of his hot breath turning cold against the wetness of your skin and moaned as you shivered again. Your head tilted back and you squeezed your eyes closed, the feel of him chuckling a deep rumble in his chest.
Enjoying your reaction he sucked again on your other breast, this time using the metal to chill your body and make you squirm.
“Fili!” you shuttered begging for mercy.
He merely raised a bow and gave a quick pinch to your bottom, “How do you address me?”
“Y-your majesty! My k-king,”
“Better,” he purred before looking up at you, “Now what can I do for you, my queen?” he asked innocently, sending your head spinning as he thrust up against you.
“Please!”
“Please what my darling? Come now, a queen needs to use her words, doesn’t she?”
“Please,” you panted again, “Take me my King, I need to feel you,”
“As my queen desires,”
You watched him with fervor as he undid the rest of his laces and pulled his trousers down to his knees, his erection springing to attention, drops of pre-cum already leaking from its head. He removed nothing else, keeping his cloak and crown adorned, the feeling of fur soft in your fingers yet nowhere near as wonderful than the layer of blond fur that covered you beloved’s chest. He dug his fingers into your hips and ground his length against your soaked folds sending you both into a fit of moans and whimpers.
“Fuck your perfect,” Fili groaned as he hid his face into the crook of your neck, placing sloppy kisses, bites, and moans. “So beautiful, so powerful. My queen, my treasure, are you ready?”
You nodded franticly, another high-pitched whine escaping you as he held you up and slid a finger through your soaked folds.
“Oh you are aren’t you dove, almost drenched for me. But I need you to do something for me ok baby?”
“Anything,” you begged trying and failing to rock against him as he held you still.
“You and I have a tendency to get very loud,” he chuckled, his own control waning at the desperation on your face, “but for now we need to be quiet ok? I’ve told the guards outside the door not to disturb us but if they hear you squeal they might come running in and we can’t have that, not yet. Can you do that? Can you be quiet for your king?”
You bit your lip, the thought of just how serious it would be if you were caught in this position ringing in your head.
Seeing your apprehension Fili gave you a gentle kiss, “we can stop now if you’d like. Head back to our chambers instead?”
“No,” you shook your head, your need outweighing your rational thoughts. You wanted this, to indulge in the fantasy that the two of you had grown and created together, “I can be quiet… maybe. You might have to help,”
“Don’t worry dove, I’ll look after you,”
Fili gave you once last look to make sure you were ok. Once satisfied he lined himself up and let you sink down onto him as far as you could, smashing his lips against yours to swallow any sounds you may make. Digging your fingers into the fur of his robes, and pressing your forehead against the cold metal of the crown that sat upon his, you lifted yourself and sunk back down again, your muscles relaxing and relishing in the feeling of his cock finally fully sheathed inside you.
Fili looked down at you, the pupils of his sharp blue eyes blown wide and his chest heaving as he struggled to keep quiet himself. For a moment the two of you sat there like that, simple savoring in the feel of each other and trying to even out your breathing. It was a loving and tender moment and as he began to rock, it became so much harder to keep in your moans. You reached up to kiss him again, his tongue hot against yours as your bodies began to move in sink. His movements got harder and faster as he thrusted up into you and as you tried your best to match his movements. His desperate hands gripped tightly onto your hips, pulling your cheeks apart to hit that spot deep inside you that made you see stars.
It was your turn to burry your face into his neck, biting down to keep you from screaming at the intensity that he was fucking you with. He let out his own broken whimpers, grasping at the gold chains in an attempt to bring you even closer still.
“When I’m truly king, I’m going to make you scream,” he snarled into your ear as your body shook and trembled around him, “I’m going to take you so beautifully, so perfectly that you won’t be able to stop. I’ll have your voice echo off these walls over and over again, the guards be dammed. They’ll be begging to touch themselves just from the sounds their queen makes as I pound her with my cock,”
You choked and babbled as you ground your hips, frantic to reach the high you were so close to, “Fuck Fili… ngh… please… so close,”
“Would you like that my queen?” he snarled, his hands shaking against you skin as his fingers slipped down to circle against your clit, “To let your people know just how well their King takes care of you? To hear just how pretty I can make you sing?”
The chains around your body clinked and your pants and whines seemed deafening in your ears as he thrusted into you, hitting that sweet spot that made your body explode in ecstasy and your walls clamp down around him. Letting go completely you opened you mouth to scream only for Fili’s thick, slick cover fingers to force their way in your mouth and muffle your sounds. He didn’t stop, continuing to ride you through your waves of pleasure until he reached his own, your overstimulated whimpering still stifled by his fingers against your tongue.
He sent you a pleading look behind his long blond lashes and you sucked harshly as your muscles clenched around his cock for a second time. You felt him rupture inside you in hot squirts, filling you with his seed and painting your walls white as he tensed and relaxed in your arms with a low, drawn-out moan.
You fell against each other, spent and exhausted, your breaths hot against each other’s skin. Pulling you closer to nuzzle into you, Fili wrapped his cloak around your tired body and held you close, still safely incased inside you.
“Your majesty?” a voice called out as the sound of the door creaking open sounded around the room making you both freeze in place with wide eyes, “Is everything ok? I thought I heard-”
“We are fine,” your voice called back instinctively before the door could swing all the way open. You voice loud and dominant, speaking in a tone that echoed that of a leader and not at all shaking in the panic you were feeling, “you were asked not to disturb this meeting. Return to your post immediately,”
In a splutter of apologies, the door quickly slammed shut again and you let out a shaky breath.
Fili glanced down at you with a dazed look upon his face his cock twitching inside of you at your effortless authority, “My queen indeed,” he moaned slamming his lips against yours once more.
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here's some of the best the hobbit/lotr fanfics I've read cuz they can be quite hard to find and I wanna help
will update the list as I read
Thorin
Smoke, iron and Thorin
Fire and Gold
Learning Khuzdul
Braid of Gold
Thorin being soft
The Beauty of Chance
Those Hands
Misunderstanding
The arrival
A king's crown
Covered In Steam
There's just inches in between us
Thorin after a long day of training with his nephews
In This Moment
Agreement
Symphony of your life
Oh so quiet
Confession
Find Your Way Back
Fili
fili oneshots
Moonrise
The Most Unpleasant, Defective, and Abominable Incident
Stay with me
The Redeemer
Durin's Garage
Restless
Lost My Way
Kili
The book keeper
insecurities
The beauty and the Beast
getting back at Kili for teasing
My Treasure
Madly in love
It's in his kiss
Love Bites
Sway With Me
Wood Carvings
Softly. . .
Sweet like nectar
A Shot in the Dark
Beorn
Early Mornings
Beorn takes care of you when you're injured
Linger
Legolas
Watcher of Wanderers
The Innocence of Brutality
Blessing
Sensitive
Being best friends with Legolas
Hazy Memories
Spellbound
Thranduil
Bookworm
Relax
Best friends father
Fascination
Flower On My Skin
To Meet Under the Stars
Passenger Princess
Autumn Thunderstorm
I Could Love You With My Eyes Closed
Haldir
Gentle Dark
Lindir
My Heart Is In Your Hands
Moonlight
Just a Little Help
Warriors Great Tales
The Fountain
Return to Me
Èomer
Burnt Bread
A Helping Hand
Wildest Dreams
Falling In Love With A Librarian
SFW alphabet
Happiness
A Roll in the Hay
Blessing
Turning Points
More characters
various characters oneshots
Imagine: elves having highly sensitive ears and you finding out by accidently touching them.
Journey to Erebor
Hair braiding
Elves + Braiding
What Type of Kisser is Each LoTR Character?
The Hobbit Characters + Physical Affection (Suggestive Version)
A Headcanon For Each Member of Thorin’s Company
Cuddling With Thorin's Company
Imagine some of the elves of Middle Earth find out how easy it is to make you (a human staying in Rivendell) blush and become aroused.
The LOTR characters reacting to a modern reader
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service dom kíli versus brat tamer fíli. that’s it. that’s the tweet.
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😳🫣🫠 good lord this story was hot…
Predator - Fili X Reader || Fluff / Smut
Summary: You and Fili go "hunting."
Word Count: 1,189
Date Posted: 07.28.23
TW: AFAB language used, Primal / Prey interaction, butt plug, double penetration (plug), breeding, injury.
Note: All actions in this fic are consensual. There was no prompt from Anon for this fic, so I hope this is somewhat what you were imagining.
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You crouched low to the ground, quiet, panting breaths ghosting through your lips, scanning the terrain through the bushes you were using for cover. Listening for every snap of a twig, crunch of leaves, any evidence of the predator hunting you. Legs tucked underneath you, ready to bolt at any moment.
The ground crunched under a dwarven boot almost imperceptibly, and you bolted from your hiding spot. The predator's footfalls follow close behind you as your lungs and chest begin to burn. You knew without a doubt that if you didn’t lose him soon, you would be caught and completely at his mercy.
You darted around the corner, zig-zagging through the trees, hoping that he wouldn’t be able to change directions as fast as you. But the burn in your thighs was starting to catch up with you, slowing your pace ever so slightly as your legs slowly began to turn to jello. Distracted by the pain in your legs, you missed the root peaking out of the ground, tripping you by sheer bad luck.
You cursed under your breath, scrambling to your feet as best you could, but it was too late. He’d caught you.
“Where were you going, darling?” Your husband breathed in your ear as he lifted you to your knees, pulling your wrists behind your back. The sound of his voice alone sent arousal through you; mixed with the dopamine from your run, it became intoxicating. “We both know you can’t outrun me. I’m the best hunter of the Durin clan.”
“And I’m the fastest thief under the mountain. What’s your point?” you huffed, tugging against his grip. “You never would have caught me if I hadn’t tripped.”
Fili gripped your wrists tighter behind your back, growling, “But you did, Sweetheart. Now I get to take my reward.”
He had you bent over, pulling your furred skirt up over the thin leggings you had on underneath. His free hand caressed your ass, thumb brushing your clothed pussy. You were already soaking through the cloth.
“You’re lucky I came prepared,” he cooed as he pulled down your leggings, exposing your pussy to the chilly autumnal air. Fili squeezed a liquid onto your ass, using his fingers to ease the lube into your asshole.
You let out a light gasp at the intrusion, not used to the feeling. You could hear him rummaging through his bag, and suddenly you felt cold, smooth metal press against your hole. He eased it in, taking his time to allow you to adjust. You let out panted gasps until the wide flat base sat firmly between your ass cheeks, not allowing the device to travel further.
“What is it?” You breathed, still in character for your play date.
“Just a little something that marks you as my prey. But it’s not the only way I will mark you, little bunny.”
Fili dropped his pants behind you, pushing your face and chest into the dirt as he mounted you from behind, burying his cock in your slick, wet cunt. You let out a guttural whine as he stretched you, not waiting for you to adjust to his girth. His calloused hands gripped your soft hips, using them as leverage as he slammed his cock into your depths, making you whine and pant underneath his relentless pace.
“Fuck,” Fili hissed as a hand moved to grip your hair, yanking your head toward him, arching your back at an angle that intensified every delicious thrust. You could feel each stroke against the bulbous object filling your ass, making you feel pleasure you’d never experienced. With his other hand, Fili pressed his thumb against the base of the object, making you let out a desperate whine as it pushed against the bounds of your anal cavity. Your pussy quivered around him as he sent waves of pleasure through you, tightening into a warm coil in your core.
“Are you ready for my seed, little bunny?” He growled in your ear, slowing his pace, but fucking you deeper with each thrust. “For me to mark you as mine, and breed that tight cunt of yours?”
“Yes, Fili,” You whined, the wind being knocked out of you with his stroke. His grip tightened on your hair, fucking you slow and deep as he filled you, your name rolling off his lips with a guttural moan. His hips stuttered as he disengaged, removing the bulbous object from your ass and pulling your leggings back up over your soaking pussy.
Fili held you tightly as he helped you up off the cold forest floor. You winced as you put weight on the ankle that you had tripped over.
“I think it’s twisted, Fi.” You gripped his shoulder as support. The cold hunting gaze was gone from his face, only warmth and concern behind his eyes.
“We’ll get you taken care of, Bunny,” He picked you up in his arms, carrying you back through the woods to where his pony was waiting. Fili set you gently on the horse before climbing on himself, making your way back to the kingdom under the mountain
“Well, now, how did this happen?” Balin asked, inspecting your twisted ankle.
“We were out hunting,” Fili bent the truth, “She tripped over an exposed root.”
“Not to worry, keep it elevated.” Balin patted your shin, “I’ll send Dori up with some tea that should help with the pain and swelling. Take it easy for the first two days, then you’ll need to get back on your feet so you don’t baby it too much.”
“Thank you, Balin,” Fili graciously offered him some of the rolls you baked that morning before your excursion. Once Balin was gone, he climbed back in the bed with you, tucking himself against your side, holding your head to his chest.
“I’m sorry, Amralimé.” He petted your head. “I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”
“I know,” You assured him, “I know the risks of your hunt. I’ll be okay.”
“Will you let me make it up to you, Little Bunny,” he kissed your head, getting up to boil water for a bath. Once it was ready, he gently carried you to the tub, stripping you of your clothes from the hunt and setting you in the water just as there was a knock on the door to your living quarters.
“I’ll get your tea,” He peppered you with another kiss, greeting Dori in the other room.
With fresh herbal tea to sip on, you relaxed as Fili washed your skin and hair, lathering you with suds and then rinsing them all away. He took his time, massaging your muscles and scalp until the water had run cold and your tea kettle was long empty.
“Are you ready to get out?” He asked softly as you stretched, not wanting to interrupt your relaxed state. You nodded, allowing him to assist you back into the bed, dressing you in nothing but a thin slip dress.
He tucked the covers tightly around you, kissing your forehead sweetly. “I’m going to get us some dinner from the kitchens. Rest well until I get back.”
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R-18+; Harder, Better, Faster...
Summary - Comparing three dwarves to your exes...
Warnings - Smut, language, male genitalia, mention of bodily fluids, creampie, rough sex, lowkey breeding kink (maybe?), slight dom themes (Thorin and Fili)
Pronouns & POVs - None, third-person.
Pairings - Thorin x Reader, Fili x Reader, Kili x Reader
Word Count - 2,500+
A/N - I am once again stumped on the full smut I am writing and was listening to music when "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" by Daft Punk came on which for some reason sparked this idea. (I have had this sitting in my drafts for far too long.) Pure smut under the cut!
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- thorin
Harder. When it came to your past lovers, there always seemed to be something lacking when it came to more intimate activities. It was not that your past lovers were awful, but they never seemed to get you to the finish line, so you began handing out fake trophies.
It was hard to explain your desires. It was not that your previous lovers treated you poorly in or out of the bedroom; they treated you as if you were a fragile flower in and out of the bedroom, and that was the issue.
It was not an issue outside the bedroom: you loved being doted upon, having your every wish and command acted upon without question. Yet, when it came to inside the sheets -- you preferred it hard. It was simple, the easiest thing to grasp in your mind, but your previous lovers seemed to absorb the information as well as glass absorbs water; it doesn't.
It appeared hopeless until you had met Thorin.
The journey to the Misty Mountains had been treacherous. One that had left all members littered with new bumps and bruises, as well as new scars that littered their bodies alongside bruised, potentially even fractured, bones.
Throughout the journey, the company of dwarves experienced several hard struggles. Ones that took them many hours, if not days, to resolve; their nights often spent pondering as they gazed upon the stars. Yet, the stars held no answers regarding the hardest hassle they had dealt with: convincing you to accept aid.
It was not if you were neglecting yourself; you accepted food and medical aid when needed, yet you refused items the company of dwarves attempted to gift you -- such as new clothes and boots. You had been perfectly fine repairing your clothes when you had a moment. After all, the cloak you journeyed with had covered any tears within your outfit, so it was not as if the world could see the flesh the cloth once shielded.
You reminded yourself that you had to travel light: extra luggage meant extra weight, which meant extra aches and pains from lugging around said weight all day. Yet, there had been the odd occasion upon your travels where an item had caught your eye.
You had managed to stay strong until you passed it. The most beautiful pair of boots you had yet to see, in a color you adored and a style you knew was comfortable for travel: they looked perfect. You could not help but approach the stall, making small talk with the woman who ran it as you examined the boots from afar; they even appeared to be your size!
It appeared to be too good to be true, and that it was. You had been a few coins short of purchasing them, and attempting to barter the boots down to what you had was out of the question -- you needed the coins to pay for your next meal.
"How much?" The dwarven king asked from beside you, his sharp sapphire gaze glued upon the same boots. The suddenness of his deep voice startled you as you were quick to look at him, as he stood there with his arms crossed at his chest, leaning back slightly, a stance he often did while in thought.
"How much for the boots?" The dwarf repeated the question in a low and serious tone as his gaze rose from the boots to the seller. The seller calmly restated the price for the item in question, earning an amused "That's all?" from the dwarven king as he handed over the payment without hesitation.
Yet, the boots did not remain in the dwarven king's hands for long, as they quickly fell into your grasp as he thrust them into your arms.
"Hurry up." The command left his thin lips in a low tone as the heat of his gaze examined your body from head to toe. "We need to find a tailor; you're practically in rags." The words became distant, accompanied by the tap of his boots against the creaking wooden dock. A creaking almost as hard as when the frame of your bed shakes as he pleasures you.
The sharp thump of the bedframe bouncing against the wall danced throughout the air, accompanied by the melody of your moans as the dwarven king continued to drive his hips into yours. Each inch of his hardness pounded into you, the squelching click of skin slapping against one another growing as loud in the air as the bedframe against the wall.
His hands would tightly grasp upon your legs, your legs spread upon his shoulders, new boots upon your feet as they bounced slightly against his back with every hard thrust of the king's hips. His gaze upon you would be lustful as a smirk spread upon his thin lips.
"That's it." He'd breathe, his breath caressing your face as he leaned down, pushing you further into the bed and pushing further into you, allowing every inch of his cock to have a chance inside of you before sliding out. "Give me every inch of you. Show me why I spoil you." He'd purr, lips hovering a breath above yours as his eyes remained locked onto yours.
His harsh gaze would urge you further into submission, to give into the hardness of his thrusts and the hardness of his cock.
A hardness that left you utterly entranced: how it stretched your inner walls perfectly, carving itself deep into your center as the rhythmic pulsations of his lust lulled you closer to the brink of release.
The dwarven king was far harder in many ways compared to your past lovers, yet it was a hardness you craved.
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- fili
Better. The terms of your love life had always been lackluster. The lovers of your past rarely managed to wow you, and upon the rare occasion that they managed to, it always appeared to come with terms and conditions.
It never felt as if you were the priority, yet you sat idly by for many years as you patiently awaited with the hope that a lover would make you feel special, wanted, and better than any had before. And, as if an answer to your nights of blandness, Fili came into your life.
And he was better.
The moment you had met, the golden-haired prince had whisked you off your feet. It was not through his title, nor was it through lavish gifts or promises that would be broken, no. He listened.
You had been enthusiastically speaking of a weapon you had found upon your travels, going into depths about the elaborate carvings upon it and what origins you had suspected it to be. You had been raving about this weapon for many paths now, excitedly showing whoever would listen.
"And, best of all, I haven't needed to--" The words had stalled in your mouth as you noticed how the dwarven company rolled their eyes at your rambling. A heat began to spread beneath the flesh of your face as your lips shut suddenly, and the warmth of embarrassment began to spread from the center of your chest as your gaze fell.
"Haven't needed to what?" A familiar voice had spoken, one deep and full of warmth. "I am listening. And I would like to see this magnificent weapon." The golden-haired prince spoke, a smile upon his thin lips as your gaze lifted from the ground and onto him.
The warmth within your chest had quickly eased from the uncomfortable sensation it felt moments prior, as the speed at which your heart raced now turned to various fluttering as your gemstone-colored eyes locked with his ocean-colored pair.
You had felt the harshness of his calloused palm upon the back of your hand, gently rotating your hand to fit into his before he applied a soft pressure upon it, a reassuring squeeze as the smile upon his thin lips softened.
"Go on." A phrase the golden-haired prince had used for various events. The most frequent was not in comfort, though it always made you feel better when he spoke it while he was deep inside you.
The thickness of his manhood would stretch out your inner walls, expanding them to mold perfectly around his throbbing cock, feeling the pulsation of his heartbeat, his arousal, within one of the most sensitive parts of him.
His thrusts would be deep and slow, allowing you to feel every inch of his throbbing length as his eyes scanned your face. It was as if you were a novel, and he was reading you, jotting down mental notes of what made you gasp in pleasure and what made you hiss in pain.
The bed would creak rhythmically, the headboard hitting against the wall, creating a beat that danced alongside the melody of your moans.
"That's it." His tone would be full of praise as he stroked your cheek; the sensation of his calloused thumb brushing against the flesh of your cheek would send a wave of pleasure down your body. "Let me hear how good it feels." The heat of his breath caresses your face as he leans closer to you, causing his thrusts to deepen as he does so: ensuring his cock reaches the most sensitive and pleasurable spots within your core.
That was what you adored about Fili; it wasn't only his pleasure he did this for, but your pleasure as well.
Your lips would entwine with his, your moans muffled against his thin lips as he continued the same pleasurable pace. The faint taste of ale lingered upon his lips, becoming more apparent as you parted your lips, giving his tongue access to yours.
Tongues entwined in a sloppy dance, breaths becoming uneven and deepened until you both parted. Lungs expanded vastly as the pair of you gasped for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips as your gazes met.
"I love every sound you make, every noise that escapes your beautiful lips." Fili would breathe, his lips curved into a lopsided grin as his hips continued to jut against yours, ensuring that the familiar tingle of pleasure would roam throughout your body before he would even recognize the knot within his abdomen. That your hands would grasp at the sheets of the bed, or your nails would claw down his toned back before he would allow his grip to tighten upon the flesh of your hips.
That your lips would be stuck open as a slew of moans fell from them before he uttered a single curse of pleasure. That the sweet nectar of your being would cascade upon your skin before he allowed his seed to paint your sensitive inner walls, or allow it to coat the flesh of your abdomen.
He cared for your pleasure as much as he cared for you. He was simply better.
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- kili
Faster. The speed at which your love life progressed had always been slow. The lovers of your past seemed to enjoy silly games instead of commitment, and for the rare few who desired something more -- they seemed to move even slower.
It felt drawn out. It felt as if your previous lovers had held a meeting on how to waste your time, yet you held onto faith that you would find a lover who wanted to belong to you as much as you wished to belong to them.
And though your heart had yearned for a faster pace in terms of romance, you were not prepared for the fast dwarven prince.
The night air nipped at the flesh of your skin, and the soft crackling of the campfire danced alongside the sounds of the woods and your dwarven companions. Some of your companions were off eating their stew, a mix of mushrooms and other things they had managed to forage within the woods, though you'd never question where they found the meat or spices that went into it.
The low chatter of their voices nearly muffled the gentle sounds of the fire; the soft sway of its light and warmth reminded you of its presence as your gaze remained glued to the stars above. It was a brief moment of peace within the sea of chaos that had become your life, and though you had lost the comforts of home, the dwarven prince who sat beside you had found those comforts within you.
The sound of your voice, the scent of your skin, the light that shimmered within your eyes; you became his home on the road. Yet, he had been too nervous to say anything until that night.
Either overcome with confidence or immense stupidity, the dwarven prince could not help but blurt out the three words that had been swirling around his mind since the moment he laid eyes upon you.
"I love you." His voice echoed throughout the makeshift campsite, his amber gaze glued upon your face, and a sea of laughter erupted from his fellow companions. The heat of his cheeks burned as bright as the fire before him, yet he did not back down as your sparkling gaze met his. "Y/N, I love you." He repeated, his confident voice wavering as the words left his lips. A wavering you would hear in far more intimate events.
The rapid thumps of the bedframe bouncing against the wooden wall echoed throughout the not-so-silent room. The sounds of the bed were so close together in pace that a thump barely had enough time to become an audible sound before another came in its place, masking the previous one as fast as it was made.
His cock raced within you, desperately stretching out the inner walls of your core, as his face was buried within the crook of your neck. The heat of his short, quick breaths tickled the side of your neck as he inhaled your scent.
"So good." The words wavered in pleasure upon his lips, hanging upon the tip of his tongue before escaping in more of a whimper than a moan. "You feel so good." His words would become a full whine of pleasure as he held onto you.
His hands would be tightly clenching at your arms, grasping so tightly that his nails would begin to dig into your skin. A delicious twinge of pain and pleasure flooded your sensations as his cock would continue to rapidly carve itself deep inside you.
His breaths would come out as quickly as his movements, each harsh thrust a silent devotion of his love, his neediness for you. His head would remain buried in the crook of your neck, allowing his whimpers to vibrate against the exposed skin as the burn within his hips grew hotter.
His body moved like a well-oiled machine, never ceasing in action as it brought you closer and closer to the brink of release. And as fast as you were thrown overboard, drowning in the sea of pleasure, the dwarven prince dived in after you.
He was far faster than your exes, yet he always ensured you came first in all scenarios.
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Gilded In Gold
Pairing: Fili x female reader
Words: 1,327
Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Post-sex body worship of the crown prince. Nudity. Slight masturbation (M), touching ones-self. Brief oral (M receiving)
Summary: In the blissful moments following your love-making, you admire your One as he relaxes in the early morning sun.
A/N: A little The Belly and chest fur worship because how can you not? @deanobingo
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Fili sauntered almost lazily over to the bed, allowing you a long look at the body that had just finished pleasuring you beyond the point of exhaustion, your head resting heavily on a pillow that shielded you from the cold, stone floor while your eyes followed him effortlessly from where you lay.
His chest still heaved as he worked to catch his breath, and you smiled to yourself in appreciation of his vigorousness in the sport of love-making.
The toned muscles in his back flexed wildly when he lifted a bulging arm up to run his fingers through his hair that stuck to his face from sweat saturating the edges, turning the wheat-coloured tresses a deeper hue than normal. He sighed as he collapsed against the mattress, the wooden headboard supporting his upper half while his legs were cradled by the furs beneath them. One bent to rest at an angle, the other remaining against the bed; the full spread of his legs displaying his manhood in too-enticing of a way.
His torso contracted when he twisted toward the side table to retrieve his pipe, the purse of his lips something to be admired as he placed the intricately carved piece between them and worked at igniting the pipeweed. His brows knitted together when he inhaled deeply, all of his features relaxing upon his exhale, and when the plume of smoke faded away, it revealed his icy gaze at you from across the room.
You propped yourself up on an elbow, desperate to get a better look at the glory of your One who sprawled upon your bed as though he was an ornament amongst the furs.
His skin was tinted pink, his chest and cheeks flushed with heat and reminders of where your hands had been, and a thin sheen of sweat made him glow in the growing morning light. The soft orange beams highlighted him like the treasure he was, making the amber curls that covered his skin look as though they were plated in gold; suiting him like gleaming armor.
Taking another drag from his pipe, he rested the hand that held it on top of his raised knee, tilting his head curiously to the side as he continued to peer at you through heavy lids adorned with long, flaxen lashes.
You couldn't help but let your eyes follow his movements, traveling down from his eyes to his hand that had held you against him firmly mere moments ago, and then further to where his flaccid cock leaned heavily against his vast inner thigh. The coarser hairs that decorated his member appeared darker; sodden and untidy from a combination of sweat, spend and slick, making your core clench in knowing he was sticky and smelling of you.
You swallowed thickly, returning your gaze up to meet his, and like he knew what was on your mind and seeing how your body was already responding to wanting him again, Fili hooked an eyebrow high on his head.
Licking your lips, you shifted where you lay, purposefully adjusting in order to better display yourself to him; the art of seduction quickly flourishing into a subtle competition between you.
His belly jumped slightly as he let out a noise that was somewhere between a hum and a chuckle, giving a faint shake of his head in amusement, his wild hair gleaming like gold as the sunlight shined on it. The day-old braids were now almost unrecognizable and completely unruly from how much your fingers had torn through them, the quickly approaching day revealing how many hours of the night were dedicated to ruining his previously-neat strands.
Dust danced in the light that beamed in through the window, spreading a warmth across his relaxed form that accentuated the dense spans of curls on his chest, and in wanting to card your hands through it, you mimicked the action on your own skin, rubbing your breasts in slow, languid strokes.
The heat of the intense morning sun set you aflame as much as Fili's stare did, feeling his hungry eyes cast upon you, watching you like a beast about to devour their prey.
Trying to hold his look but failing, your eyes flitted down to the apex of his spread legs, the flex of his hardening cock distracting you and making your hands grope yourself more desperately.
Your eyelids fell closed as you proceeded to roam your body in hopes of it being him, only to cease when he spoke with a quiet surety that seemed to echo through your chambers.
"Are you going to leave me sitting here all alone, Amrâlimê?" he asked, his voice as sultry as the look he gave you when your eyes flashed open again, a hint of mischief playing at the corners of his mouth while a blush rose up on his cheeks that matched the rise of his shaft.
"My apologies," you purred, sitting upright. "I was simply trying to spare you from my wandering hands and salacious ideas. It seems I cannot control myself when you look the way you do right now."
His chest and belly shook with a hearty laugh, his dimples appearing in his cheeks and the lines around his eyes spreading a warmth through you that mirrored the fiery heat showing in his blue irises.
Rising from the piles of blankets and pillows arranged in front of the hearth that had been your make-shift bed for the night, you walked slowly over to the bed, smiling when Fili nodded his head to the vacant space beside him and patted the furs to coax you more.
You knelt on the bed, one knee at a time, your arms slowly alternating with the movement of your legs as you crawled toward him; the hunger held in his eyes as he watched you approach making you shiver with anticipation.
Fili parted his legs further, his offering making your mouth water, and taking himself in a firm hold, he stroked up and down on his length a few times as he waited for you to settle up to him.
You stopped just at his legs, letting a hand trail up the back of his thigh of the one that was bent, your lips gingerly kissing the top of his knee. Fili let go of his shaft, sighing as your fingers wandered down to his center and tickled near his taught sack, his head leaning back against the headboard, belly quivering to your touch. You cupped his ballocks in your palm, gently massaging them until he growled with approval, tugging on them ever so slightly until his chest rose and fell sharply. Lowering your head, you captured his cock that wagged from his squirming motions in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip, earning a sharp hiss from between his gritted teeth as he bucked up slightly off the bed.
Releasing him and hovering over his impatient member, you grinned at him, flashing a devious look through your lashes.
Before you could make any further acts of provocation, Fili grabbed onto your arms and hauled you against his front, and in one fluid motion, flipped you onto your back where you were pinned under his weight.
"It's unfair to tease me like that," he muttered, his lips ghosting on yours while his hands carded through your hair, pulling on it so you tipped your head back and exposed your neck to him.
"Is it?" you spoke nervously, but sanguinely, anxious to see what power he would unleash on you.
"Mhmm," he purred, licking a path up your throat before burying his face to rub his beard on your delicate skin.
The fur on his chest brushed your sensitive nipples in the most alluring way, making you arch up off the bed to press yourself more against the silky curls, his belly laying heavily on your middle to push you back down into the furs.
"You're in a world of trouble, Ghivashel."
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Chapters: 2/?
Warnings:blood/gore, sexual content
Summary: In a world where Fili makes a deal with a powerful but long forgotten deity, he becomes high priest and worshiper of the goddess of chaos, lust and battle rage.
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Here it is folks, my high priest!Fili story ‘My Goddess’
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I always see posts about elves having sensitive ears. BUT WHAT ABOUT DWARVES??? their ears are big as FUCK and you're gonna tell me they're normal? no thank you
Anyways here are my Kili headcanons
Race wise, you are literally anything but a dwarf (bc its more fun that way)
It all begins when you are simply trying to help him out
You saw a long strand of hair in his face and did the sweet thing of putting it behind his ear
What you didn’t expect was to hear his breath hitch with you doing so
He looked up at you with a bewildered look before smirking
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Do you really not know?” His smile grew of course
“Know what?”
He got closer and whispered “how sensitive dwarf ears are”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Like anyone EVER you wanted to play with this knowledge
A while later you came back up to him
He was practicing his shooting so you snuck up behind him
You pulled all the hair that had fallen in-front of his ear, behind them
You let the tips of your fingers graze the top of his ear
His breath unsettled again and he shut his eyes
The arrow shot out of his hand and far off from his target on the wall
“What are you doing to me amrâlimê”
He threw the quiver off his shoulder and his bow down
He turned to you and placed his hands on your waist
“Are they really that sensitive?”
“You have no idea.”
He pressed his lips to yours passionately
You smiled into the kiss and reached back up
You cupped his head
Your fingers found the shell of his ears again
This time he freely moaned into your mouth
WHY DIDN’T HE SAY SOMETHING SOONER
ok lol this is all I have
just a thought yk
#mountkennedie#kili durin#the hobbit kili#kili#kili x reader#fili and kili#kili headcanons#the hobbit headcanons#lotr headcanons#lord of the rings#dwarf headcanons#kili durin x reader#kili fluff#kili durin fluff#kili smut#kili durin smut#this has been wracking my brain#wrote this in one sitting
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Magic
"Your hands are... quite magical, you know that?”
Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x fem! Reader
Genre: Smut
Word count: 4.3k
Summary: Modern reader falls for Thorin and captures his heart.
Warnings: Soft thorin, unprotected sex, handjob, p in v sex
a/n: Idk I’ve been wanting to write smth like this for a while so hopefully it’s good. Let me know if you have any requests and I hope you enjoy. I’m also currently in school so I’m trying to write in my free time but it’s a difficult balance 😣💔
Gandalf had come across you lost and confused, wandering the trails of the earth. You remembered him, his face, from a movie you had seen in your world. “Gandalf?” You called out to him suspiciously.
"Hm?" He looked around then spotted you. "Ah! A human! What are you doing out here all alone in the middle of the wilderness?"
“I don’t.. I don’t know?” You reply, stepping closer to him seeking the warmth of another body.
Your stomach growled, you have been wandering for hours, maybe even days. Your clothes aren’t from this world and aren’t proper hiking attire.
You adjust the skirt of your dress as you stop in front of him. “I’m not sure where I am..”
His bushy eyebrows furrow at your strange, out-of-place clothes, and a bemused look crossed his face.
He took a step closer, noting your exhaustion and the state of your attire. "I can see that. You don't belong here, do you?"
Gandalf assessed your weary state and wrapped his large cloak around you gently, guiding you towards his horse.
"You look exhausted," he murmured, concern in his eyes. "You can ride with me to Erebor. It is not far."
With a little help from him, you clambered onto the horse's back, settling between Gandalf and the horse's broad neck.
Gandalf led you through the winding paths towards Erebor, the mountain's towering presence growing larger and larger through the trees.
His horse carried you both steadily, and after some time, the grand entrance to the dwarven kingdom came into view.
Gandalf dismounted first and helped you down from the horse before guiding you into the hall of the dwarven king.
King Thorin Oakenshield sat upon a throne carved from solid oak, a long, dark beard covering most of his broad chest. He regarded you with quiet curiosity as you and Gandalf approached.
"Gandalf," Thorin greeted. "You've returned. And with a strange companion?"
Thorin's gaze flicked between Gandalf and the strange human standing beside him. It was a woman, but not like any he had ever seen before. Her clothes were unlike anything from Middle Earth, and she appeared lost and dazed.
"Who is this?" Thorin demanded, his voice sharp and suspicious. "And where did you find her, Gandalf?"
You subconsciously hold the cloak closer to you, shifting under the scrutiny of the King.
Thorin's blue eyes, sharp and calculating, studied you closely. The way you clung to the cloak, the slight tremble in your hands, it all spoke of fear and uncertainty.
Gandalf stepped forward, gesturing to you. "King Thorin, this woman... she appears to be lost. I found her wandering in the wilderness, disoriented and bewildered."
“Y/N.” You say softly, “My name is Y/N.”
Thorin's eyebrows raised at the sound of your name. It rolled off your tongue softly, and he noted the gentleness in your voice.
"Y/N," he repeated slowly, the pronunciation foreign on his tongue. He then turned to glare at Gandalf, his eyes narrowing with a hint of suspicion.
“I don’t mean to intrude..” you give the king an awkward smile. “But is there any food I might be allowed?” Your hand goes to your rumbling stomach, your expression a grimace.
Thorin's eyes softened as he heard your stomach grumble. He couldn't help but let out a small, gruff chuckle, amused by your honesty.
"Starving, are you?" he asked, a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "We can't have that now, can we?"
He then barked out a command, "Nori! Bring some food and drink for our new guest!"
You visibly relax, a small smile creeping up your lips. “Thank you.”
Thorin's stern demeanor softened slightly as he saw the relief on your face. "It's the least we can do," he replied gruffly.
Nori, a wiry, quick-fingered dwarf, came rushing into the room, carrying a tray of steaming food and a tankard of ale. He placed the tray on a table near you, a sly smile playing on his face. "Here you go, lass."
You reach out and give him a swift hug. “Thank you so much,” you grin widely as you take a seat, eyes sparkling.
Nori's cheeks flushed as he received an unexpected embrace from you. He chuckled and patted your back awkwardly.
"No problem, lass. Just doing my job." He backed away, mumbling something under his breath about "soft humans" as he scurried out of the room.
Meanwhile, Thorin watched the exchange with a mix of surprise and fascination. He cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to him.
Thorin observed you, watching silently as you took a small bite. His penetrating blue eyes studied your every move, his gaze unwavering. There was something about you that intrigued him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Finally, he broke the silence. "So, Y/N," he began, his voice deep and rumbling. "Can you tell me how you came to be lost in the wilderness?"
“Not really.” You chew eagerly, the cloak Gandalf gave you sliding down your shoulders slightly and exposing your skin to Thorin's gaze.
Thorin's eyes were drawn to the exposed skin of your shoulders as the cloak slipped down. A shiver ran down his spine at the sight of your bare flesh. He quickly schooled his reaction and returned his gaze to your face.
"What do you mean, not really?" he asked, his voice gruff, feigning indifference. "You must have some idea of how you ended up out there, lost and alone."
“I don’t..” you sigh, stopping your chewing as you look up at him. “I just remember falling asleep in my bed and then waking up in a cold dark forest.”
Thorin's brow furrowed at your response, confusion and concern etched on his face. "So... you just appeared out of nowhere?" he asked, his voice edged with skepticism.
He took a step closer to you, eyeing the strange clothes you wore. "And what of your clothes? Those are unlike any I've ever seen."
“I was at a party,” you laugh, looking down at your revealing dress that is less than practical in this situation.
Thorin's gaze darkened as he took in the sight of your party attire, the low neckline and the bare length of your thighs on display. He swallowed heavily, his mind wandering to places he shouldn’t allow it to go.
"A party, you say?" He repeated, his voice a little huskier than he had intended.
You nod, Thorin joins you at the table, encouraging you to eat as he continues to question you.
A few weeks have passed since you arrived, you’ve become a little more versed in the world and palace. Having now met each of the many dwarves living in the palace.
As the weeks passed and you grew accustomed to the palace, he found himself seeking your company more and more.
The other dwarves had grown fond of you as well, especially Fili and Kili who teased you frequently and took every opportunity to make you laugh.
One evening, after a particularly long day, Thorin invited you to his private chambers once again.
You carefully step toward his room, cautious and silent as to not wake anyone. You lightly tap on the heavy door, “Uh your highness?”
Thorin rose from his chair as he heard the soft tapping on the door. He took a moment to compose himself before calling out, his voice gravelly and deep, "Come in."
He stood by the fireplace, the amber glow of the flames dancing across his face as he waited for you to enter.
You struggle with the door, still not used to how heavy doors in this world are. “Fucking hell,” you murmur as you finally get it open, slipping inside and walking toward Thorin.
Thorin chuckled; he found your modern curses amusing and strangely endearing.
As you approached him by the fireplace, he took in your appearance. The low light of the fire illuminated your features, casting soft shadows across your face. He noted the way your gown clung to your curves, and his eyes darkened slightly as he fought to control his thoughts.
"Close the door," he commanded in a gruff voice, his gaze still fixed on you.
The room was large and sparsely furnished, with only a few pieces of furniture placed throughout. The fireplace provided a warm, intimate setting, and Thorin gestured for you to take a seat on a nearby couch.
You close the door carefully, trying not to make too much noise. Having your back turned to the dwarf meant his gaze could wander your frame and each slight movement of your body.
“Thorin,” you take a seat next to him. “Those doors are so damn heavy.”
As you settled down beside him, Thorin couldn’t help but notice the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. His eyes were drawn to the subtle movement of your body, the way the fabric of your gown clung to your curves.
He chuckled at your comment, a gruff sound that rumbled in his chest. "You'll get used to it," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. "After all, you've been here for a few weeks now."
You’ve gotten used to being in his room as he’s been teaching you the history of his kingdom, but you’re never here this late in the evening. “Did you miss me?” You tease as you relax into the plush couch.
Thorin's lips curled into a small smile at your playful tone. He rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the hint of amusement in his gaze.
"Don't get too cocky," he grumbled, trying to appear aloof. "I just thought you might want to know more of our history, that's all."
But deep down, he had grown quite fond of your company. Perhaps a little too fond.
“Mm, do I have to learn?” You pout, tired from the day you’ve had. “Perhaps we can just relax..”
Thorin chuckled, his gruff exterior softening slightly at your pout. He knew you had been working hard and was pleasantly surprised by your suggestion to relax.
"Hmm, you want to skip the history lesson tonight?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "And what would we do instead?"
“I could.. brush your hair! I could braid it.” You offer, not knowing the implications of your suggestion.
Thorin's eyes widened in surprise at your suggestion. He hadn't expected you to offer to brush his hair, let alone braid it. In dwarven culture, it was considered an intimate gesture, reserved for close family or lovers.
But he couldn’t deny that the idea of having you touch his hair was appealing. He found your presence soothing, and the thought of your fingers running through his hair was more enticing than he cared to admit.
"You... want to brush my hair?" he repeated, his voice gruff but tinged with a hint of curiosity.
He shifted in his seat, watching you closely, his eyes darkened with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. He could hardly deny the effect your presence had on him, and the thought of you being so close, touching him in such an intimate way made his heart skip a beat.
“Why not?” You grin while scooting slightly closer to him. “It would be nice..”
Thorin's breath hitched as you scooted closer to him, and he found himself strangely compelled by the thought of having your hands in his hair. Despite his usual gruff and stoic demeanor, the idea of allowing you to brush and braid his hair felt oddly vulnerable.
He cleared his throat, trying to suppress his growing desire. "All right then," he grumbled, his voice betraying a hint of excitement. "You can brush my hair."
You grin, taking the brush from the table in your hands. “This is quite exciting.” You murmur, your hands on his shoulders as you kneel behind him.
Thorin felt the warmth of your hands on his shoulders as you knelt behind him, and a shiver ran down his spine. He closed his eyes, trying to compose himself as he felt your breath on the back of his neck.
"Exciting, you say?" he murmured, his voice low and gruff. "I never thought having my hair brushed would be so thrilling."
“I’ve been wanting to touch your hair for ages,” you softly undo the braids from his hair, your fingers nimbly gliding through. “It looks so soft.”
The honesty and softness in your voice sent a rush of warmth through his chest.
He swallowed, his voice barely above a whisper, "It’s not as soft as yours, I assure you."
The feeling of your fingers gliding through his hair was both soothing and arousing, sending tingles down his spine. He closed his eyes, relishing the sensation of your gentle touch.
You carefully brush through his locks, your fingers brushing against his back as you do so.
Thorin's breath hitched slightly as your fingers trailed against his back, sending a ripple of heat through him. It took all his self-control not to lean into your touch, to feel more of your hands on his skin.
"You... have nimble fingers," he mumbled, his voice gruff and a touch huskier than usual.
“I take that, that is a compliment?” You murmur with a soft giggle as you begin to massage his scalp, the action is something your mom used to do to help you relax.
Thorin let out a low, rumbling sound of contentment as you began to massage his scalp, the tension in his muscles melting away under your touch.
He hummed in response to your question. "A compliment indeed," he murmured, his eyes closing as he leaned into your fingers. "You have a gentle touch. It's... soothing."
“Well, thank you.” Your nails gently scratch against his skin. The pads of your fingertips working at his scalp.
Thorin couldn’t help but moan softly at the pleasure of your touch, the soft scratching of your fingernails sending shocks of desire coursing through him.
He shifted slightly in his seat, trying to regain some control over his growing need. His body was on fire, every inch of him aching for more of your touch.
"Keep that up, and you'll put me to sleep," he teased gruffly, his voice rough with suppressed desire.
“Maybe I’d like to lull you to sleep.” You tease, you adjust yourself, sitting down against the arm of the couch. “Just relax, you can lean against me.” Your legs spread, resting on either side of his body.
Thorin’s mind raced as you adjusted your position, the thought of leaning his weight against your soft body was both thrilling and terrifying. He could practically feel your thighs against his sides, and the thought was both enticing and tortuous.
But he couldn’t deny the aching need in him to give into the temptation of your offer. Without a word, he leaned back against you, his head resting on your chest as he allowed himself to relax into your embrace.
“Are you comfortable like this?” You question, fingers still working in his hair.
Thorin let out a low, rumbling hum of contentment as he leaned against you, the feeling of your fingers in his hair sending waves of pleasure through his body.
He nodded, his voice gruff and slightly sleepy. "Yes, quite comfortable," he mumbled, his eyes closed as he savored the sensation of being so close to you. "Your hands are... quite magical, you know that?”
“They’re good for other things too…” you reply in a suggestive tone.
Thorin's eyes snapped open at your suggestive tone, his body tensing at the implication. He swallowed heavily, his mind immediately filled with vivid images of all the “other things” he wished your hands could do to him.
He cleared his throat, his voice rough and strangled. "Is that so?" he managed to reply, his eyes dark with a mixture of surprise and desire.
“Mhm,” you trail one hand down his chest. “I’ve been told that I’m quite skilled with my hands.” You bite down on your lower lip.
Thorin's heart pounded in his chest as you trailed your hand down his chest, the simple touch sending a wave of heat through his body. He swallowed heavily, the sight of you biting your lip sending his thoughts spiraling out of control.
He couldn’t deny that the thought of your skills with your hands aroused him deeply, but he fought to keep his desire in check.
"Are you now?" he managed to reply, his voice thick with suppressed need. "And who exactly has told you this?"
“They’re not important right now,” you mutter, “my focus is on you, love..” you slide your hand under his shirt, fingers brushing over his muscles.
Thorin's breath hitched at the feeling of your hand under his shirt, your touch igniting a fire in him that he could barely control. The way you referred to him as ‘love’ made his heart clench.
He let out a low, guttural sound as your fingers grazed over his muscles. Your touch was both soothing and arousing, and he found himself leaning into your hand, craving more of your touch.
"You're making it very hard to think straight," he whispered huskily.
“Mm, you’re very handsome my King.” You press a kiss to his temple, your other hand moving from his hair to his chest.
Thorin's eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of your kiss on his temple, his heart hammering in his chest at the simple yet intimate gesture.
"You... you have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. The feeling of your other hand on his chest made his muscles tense under your touch, his breath catching in his throat.
“Let me take care of you..” You move from behind him, your breasts pressing against his back as you move your hand to his trousers.
The feeling of your breasts pressing against his back sent a jolt of pleasure through Thorin’s body, and he let out a strangled gasp. He could feel the heat of you against him, and it was both tantalizing and torturous.
He swallowed heavily, his voice a hoarse whisper as he tried to fight the overwhelming desire coursing through him. "Take... take care of me?" he repeated, his eyes dark with need.
You kiss his neck as you slip your hand into his pants, fingers grazing over his hardness.
Thorin’s breath hitched as your lips brushed against his neck, followed by the feeling of your hand slipping into his pants. His body trembled with need as your fingers grazed over his hardness, and he let out a guttural moan, his head falling back against your shoulder.
"You’re... you’re driving me mad," he managed to gasp out.
“Relax. I’ll take care of you,” you whisper into his ear, your hand grasping his length.
Thorin's body tensed as your hand grasped him, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips at the sensation. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt such pleasure, and the feeling of your breath on his ear sent a shiver down his spine.
He forced himself to relax, his head falling back against your shoulder as he surrendered to your touch. "Please... yes, take care of me," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.
You comply, your thumb brushing over his tip and spreading his precum. He pulls his trousers down, exposing himself to the cool air, your hand moves around him.
You begin to stroke him gently, your hand moving with a rhythm that you've learned from his reactions. Each stroke causes his breath to hitch, each touch of your thumb sends a jolt of pleasure through his body. "Is this what you want?" You whisper, your voice a seductive purr in his ear.
Thorin's eyes squeezed shut as he nodded, his body reacting instinctively to the exquisite pleasure you were giving him. His chest heaved with each breath, his heart racing faster with every stroke. "Yes," he managed to murmur, his voice a rough growl of need.
You lean in closer, your breath hot against his skin as you whisper sweet nothings that only served to heighten his arousal. Each word was a caress, each sound a stroke of pleasure that painted images in his mind of what was to come.
Your hand grew bolder, your strokes more deliberate as you felt his cock swell and throb in your grasp. You knew you had him right where you wanted him, and the power of it thrilled you.
"Y/N..." he gasped out your name, his body begging for more. He was lost in the sensation, the world outside of the warmth of your embrace and the feel of your hand on him ceased to exist.
Thorin's hand reached up to clutch the fabric of your gown, his fingers digging into the material as he fought the urge to pull you closer, to feel more of you.
Your touch grew more insistent, your hand moving faster as you felt him growing closer to release. His muscles tensed, and you knew he was close.
"I... I need you," he whispered, his voice strained with desire. "I need all of you."
With those words, the last of his self-control snapped, and he turned to face you, his eyes burning with passion as he pulled you into a bruising kiss.
As Thorin claimed your lips in a fiery kiss, his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you onto his lap. The heat of your body pressed against his, and his hands began to roam, exploring the soft curves hidden beneath your gown.
His fingers traced the lines of your corset, desperate to feel more of your skin. Your own hands moved to his broad chest, exploring the firm muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. Each touch, each kiss grew more feverish as you both gave in to the passion that had been simmering between you for weeks.
Your breaths mingled, gasps and moans filling the air as the intensity of your connection grew. The fireplace cast flickering shadows on the wall, dancing in time with the rhythm of your bodies. His hands found your breasts, cupping them gently before moving to untie the corset strings.
As the fabric fell away, revealing your naked chest, Thorin couldn’t help but worship them with his mouth, his tongue flicking over your sensitive nipples, making you arch into his touch with a whimper of pleasure.
Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you rocked your hips against him, feeling his hardness beneath you, begging for more. The room grew hazy with desire as you both lost yourself in the moment, the world outside forgotten in the face of the passion consuming you.
Feeling the warmth of your skin and the weight of your breasts in his hands, Thorin's desire grew more insistent, his cock straining against your stomach. He broke the kiss, panting heavily as he looked into your eyes, searching for permission to take this further.
Your eyes met his, dark with want, and you nodded, your hands sliding down to his hips to guide his cock against your wet, eager pussy. He groaned as the head of his cock teased your entrance, the sensation sending a shock of pleasure through his body.
With a gentle rock of your hips, you encouraged him, and he pushed forward, sheathing himself inside you with a deep, guttural moan. You gasped as he filled you completely, the sensation of him inside you like nothing you had ever felt before.
The room spun as he began to thrust, the sound of your mingled cries and the crackling of the fire the only noises in the vast space. Each stroke was met with a whimper of pleasure from you, your body moving in perfect harmony with his, your hips rising to meet each powerful thrust.
The intensity grew, your breaths becoming more ragged, your movements more erratic as the pleasure built within you. Thorin’s hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements, pushing deeper and faster as he chased his own release.
Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks that would surely be visible tomorrow, but neither of you cared. The only thing that mattered was the overwhelming ecstasy that crashed over you both, leaving you gasping for breath and clinging to each other as the world outside the warm cocoon of his chambers faded away into insignificance.
You moaned into Thorin's mouth, feeling his cock pulse and swell as he claimed your body, the intensity of his thrusts increasing. His beard brushed against your cheeks, adding an extra layer of sensation to the already overwhelming experience.
Your own hips met his rhythm, desperately seeking the peak of pleasure that was just out of reach. Your breaths grew quicker and shallower, your heart hammering in your chest as the pressure builds between your legs.
Thorin's hands slid down to grasp your ass, lifting you slightly to change the angle, and the new sensation sent you spiraling over the edge. You cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your inner walls clenching around his cock, milking him for all he was worth.
The dwarf king growled in response, his own release following closely behind, his warm seed filling you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. For a moment, you remained like that, panting and trembling in each other's arms, the only sound in the room the crackling of the fire.
Then, slowly, he pulled back, his gaze searching yours, a mix of passion, vulnerability, and something deeper that neither of you dared to name. He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip, and whispered, "I never knew... I never knew it could be like this."
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The Hobbit & The Dwarf {Masterlist}
Contents:
The Meeting (P.I): ੈ✩‧₊˚ Synopsis - You and your brother, Bilbo, meet Thorin (& Company)
Mountain Trolls (P.II): ੈ✩‧₊˚ Synopsis - The Company almost get eaten by Mountain Trolls.
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