#Kíli is naughty

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Ugly Sweater

Prompt: Ugly Sweater(s) for @fandomfaeryreads

Characters: Kíli x reader

Warnings: Insult to Thorin II "Oakenshield"

Ori looked at you with an expression wavering between embarrassment and earnest pride; lately, he’d devotedly endeavoured to teach you to knit, but neither one of you was convinced of his success.

Indeed, the sweater you had produced—displaying a cross-eyed, three-legged ram with crooked horns—was so prodigiously ugly that you were about to cry.

“Sorry, I know I was not allowed to spy,” Kíli’s mischievous voice suddenly resounded from atop the old wardrobe. “I just had to see my gift! It’s amazing! It looks exactly like Uncle Thorin!”

Vaulting down elegantly, he pulled you into a passionate embrace.

Ah, I love it when mutuals are consistent in their prompts...and I love it when they throw completely new things at me...LOL

Lots of love!

-> Masterlist(by @cilil)

[brainrotbabe24]

Thorin's company reacting to you whispering dirty things to them

kinda 18+

Context: a little spicy *Wink wink* The company stops at a tavern for the night, getting away from the cold and rain. After a few drinks, you are a little tipsy and feeling confident. You decide to walk up to your crush and whisper some naughty things in their ear.

Side note: I'm thinking of writing longer versions of this scenario or another one i have in my drafts lol

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Balin: ”Oh my...” He trails off and fans himself. Was it the heat of the tavern or your words that got his face flushed and sweaty?

Dwalin: You pull away, seeing Dwalin lick his lips. “Meet me in 5 minutes,” he says, handing you a room key.

Óin: With a hearty laugh, he raises his mug. “I’ll drink to that,” he says with a wink.

Glóin: Trying to be "mr.cool guy", he flexes his arms, and says, “I could definitely show you some moves I learned…”

Bifur: With a big smile, Bifur would sign some naughty things back to you. Giving two thumbs up after!

Bofur: “What’s that, y/n? You want to do what with me!” He says, a little louder than you expected. He does an over-the-top wink before wrapping his hands around your waist. What a cheese ball! 😂

Bombur : You pull away and see his mouth is hanging open. “I-I,” he stutters. You giggle as he looks around, seeing if anyone caught what just happened. He turns back to you, smiling and says, “I would love to.”

Ori: He can’t stop looking at you!!! There is an awkward pause, and you're afraid you scared him. But before you can apologize, he leans forward and kisses you.

Dori: Dori shushes you as soon as he hears the first thing. “Shush y/n-” He leans in whispering, “I would rather do this somewhere more...private.”

Nori: You would notice a smirk on his face. In a low voice, he would say, “You are driving me crazy... How about we head to my room?" To top it off, he would slap your ass.

Thorin: Pulling back, you would see his eyes fill with lust. In a gruff whisper, he says, “I can happily fulfill that fantasy, darling.”

Fíli: Fili would beckon you to come closer. Thinking he was going to say something equally as naughty, you eagerly lean in, but instead you hear him whisper, “That’s what she said.”😂

Kíli: Kili, who is probably tipsy as well, would slam down his beer and proceed to spread his legs, saying, “Come and get it!" Smirking all the while

Bilbo: “oh? Oh?…OH!” He says, finally realizing what is going on.

Gandalf: Gandalf raises his eyebrows and does that, “I'm impressed how bold you are” look in the gif below.

[theniceandnaughtylist]

Kili from the Hobbit

[rucow]

i have this headcanon that fíli unintentionally invented middle earth santa and that he IS middle earth santa. listen it all makes sense

when fíli was little he wanted to have an excuse to give kíli presents every winter bc they couldn't go outside and play cuz it was too cold and dangerous and that made kíli sad, so fíli wanted to help cheer him up with presents. but he wanted to surprise kíli as well so he'd leave kíli gifts when he was asleep so he'd find them in the morning, but kíli was used to fíli always spoiling him with gifts so fíli had to invent a mystery old man (dwarf) that comes and leaves presents for kíli every winter. but then fíli had to start leaving himself presents too so that kíli won't be suspicious about why he's the only one receiving presents. fíli would leave himself something small like. 1 fruit. while kíli got the fanciest things that young fíli could acquire (mainly toys and sweets and new clothes), and it all starts spiraling out of control when kíli starts asking gimli what HE got from santa, so now fíli has to leave gimli presents too otherwise gimli will tell kíli the truth about santa not being real (little gimli is blackmailing fíli)

fíli has 100% had breakdowns over this bc it's been years and kíli still expects santa to come every year and he'll be disappointed if santa doesn't show up so fíli continues being santa every year. he has to be santa for all the kids kíli interacts with. he has to sneak into their rooms for this (dangerous) and he has to wear his santa disguise (thick furs and a long beard so that he won't be recognised), this is how he got so good at being stealthy later on in life. he has tried asking dís and thorin for help with telling kíli the truth but they won't help him (they find it incredibly amusing) so now fíli is stuck being santa. he doesn't have the heart to tell kíli the truth because he has NEVER lied to kíli before and he's terrified that kíli will never trust him again or something, considering how much he believes in santa being a real elderly magical dwarf that leaves presents for dwarflings. on the occasions that fíli couldn't leave presents for whatever reason, he comes up with the idea that naughty dwarflings don't get anything, and although it makes kíli sad that he hasn't received anything that year, it also motivates him to be much more well behaved so it all works out in the end and dís and thorin approve of this idea immensely

when they're all grown up and kíli has kids of his own, fíli has to leave them presents too. except that kíli guards his kids constantly and fíli can't sneak into their rooms to leave presents into their cribs, and long story short, kíli catches fíli in the act and everything is brought to light and fíli is MORTIFIED that kíli will hold a grudge against him or that he'll never speak to him again and will never forgive him for LYING to him about something SO important. but kíli just laughs it off and finds the whole thing hilarious and reassures fíli that he doesn't Hate him for this and finally, finally after nearly a century of being santa, fíli is finally free of this responsibility.

and now kíli is the one leaving presents for his kids, and the tradition spreads and so the idea of santa in middle earth is born. all because of fíli's love for his baby brother and wanting to have an excuse to spoil him with presents every cold winter.

bonus: kíli gets fíli presents every year now too, to make up for the emotional turmoil that fíli had to go through for him :')

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

My little boy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/P5hL47i

by fanficsforfun

You have a naughty fantasy about Kili, who also happens to have a thing for you. He decides to come visit you and when it’s just you and him there, you can't keep your hands off him. The young dwarf is that much smaller than you that he cannot easily resist you (as if he’d even want to), so you have a free hands to do whatever you want.

Words: 1860, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Kíli (Tolkien)

Relationships: Kíli (Tolkien)/Reader, Kíli (Tolkien)/You

Additional Tags: Sub Kíli, Light Dom/sub, Size Difference, Size Kink, dubcon, Body Worship, Hand Jobs, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/P5hL47i

[ao3feed-tolkien]

My little boy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/5erCVGU

by fanficsforfun

You have a naughty fantasy about Kili, who also happens to have a thing for you. He decides to come visit you and when it’s just you and him there, you can't keep your hands off him. The young dwarf is that much smaller than you that he cannot easily resist you (as if he’d even want to), so you have a free hands to do whatever you want.

Words: 1860, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Kíli (Tolkien)

Relationships: Kíli (Tolkien)/Reader, Kíli (Tolkien)/You

Additional Tags: Sub Kíli, Light Dom/sub, Size Difference, Size Kink, dubcon, Body Worship, Hand Jobs, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/5erCVGU

[gatheringfiki]

The following ficlet was written by @marigoldvance based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, Gen.

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

Let's be Jolly

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It had been a particularly difficult year to gather intel, what with the Two Foots locking their doors and isolating themselves. Normally, Two Foots cooed and doted, freely offered scritches and scratches and all manner of Good Pats. But 2021 had been loopy and the Baker hadn’t been as welcoming, his back door closed when normally it would be open in invitation. The Butcher was the same, and the Two Foottesse who ran the café and gave Kíli saucers of cream for his purrs.

What a calamity.

Still. Everything got done and now Kíli and his brother, Fíli, could laze in the last patches of Christmas Eve sun and relax.

You see, the thing about Christmas that very few people considered was how involved domesticated felines were. It was a particularly difficult position, filled by millions of furry companions all around the world. Cats, they’ll have you know, were integral to bringing Christmas about efficiently and without disaster. Without cats, the elves would have absolutely no clue what toys to make. There would be no list, no naughty or nice, no children’s wishes come true.

It would be c h a o s.

Nay, CARNAGE!

Santa had tried employing dogs for a while, but that had been atrociously unsuccessful, given dogs couldn’t wander about unnoticed when necessary, couldn’t slink their way into places with ninja stealth. Also, they were slobbery and easily distracted by their own tail. Thankfully, Santa had realized his mistake sooner than later, only two Christmases ruined by his folly, before he’d beseeched the Queen of the Caterwaullies to lend him her best paws.

Now, several hundred years later, a fine-tuned system in place, cats gathered the information and reported to the Meeces, who scurried through the pipes to their various pneumonic tube stations and handed off the information to the elves.

Dogs, Kíli scoffs, licking his beans and stroking over one pointy black ear, don’t have the attention span to work with Meeces.

While Meeces made fabulous gifties for the Two Foots, cats at least knew how to prioritize.

            “You have your naughty face on, brother.” Fíli meowed, leaping into the space beside Kíli on the windowsill.

Unlike Kíli, whose fur was sleek black and short, Fíli was a frothy blond who took up twice the space Kíli did. He was pretty, though, Kíli readily admitted, eying his brother as Fíli made himself at home beside Kíli.

            “Dogs are idiots.” Kíli said, as if that clarified anything.

Apparently, it did, because Fíli snickered in agreement. He twined his tail around Kíli’s, turned his face into the sun and smiled. “What a year it’s been.” He said, hunkering down to watch the children galloping across the yard below, throwing snowballs at each other and screeching in joy. There were far fewer than Fíli was used to seeing down there. “Almost didn’t make it.”

            “Speak for yourself,” Kíli meowed, “I got all my houses done on time.”

Fíli sloped an unimpressed look at Kíli. “Hardly, I had to make the last two.”

            “That’s not true! You may have gone in first, but you rolled right over when that boy started giving you Rubsies!”

            “And if it weren’t for those Rubsies, you wouldn’t have heard him ask for his toy!” Fíli countered righteously.

He wasn’t wrong. If Fíli hadn’t engaged the boy, previously consumed with his Magic Box, the boy might never have said what he wanted from Santa aloud. And then where would Kíli be? Right up there on the Naughty List with all the bad girls and boys, relegated to collecting coal for a year until he could redeem himself.

Kíli grumbled in annoyance and rolled his eyes. It was all for show, though, as he did truly appreciate his brother’s help in gathering the last of the information he’d needed to complete his route.

Hopefully next year would be easier.

If it hadn’t been closed doors and windows, and empty parks, it had been overeager Two Foots wanting to make Kíli or Fíli… — Kíli swallowed thickly — c o l l a r e d. Kíli was a young feline, thank you, and wasn’t prepared to retire as an indoor cat (the words very much sneered). Judging by Fíli’s reactions to the grabby Two Foots he’d encountered, Fíli felt the same.

Retirement was for their ninth life, not their fourth. They still had quite a bit of Official Business left in them before then.

Fíli shifted, crawled into Kíli’s spaced and butted his head into Kíli’s, grazing himself along Kíli’s side before plonking down, half of his body sprawled over Kíli’s. The light outside was dimming, the children’s laughter fading as they were summoned indoors for their tea.

            “Job well done, brother.” Fíli mumbled groggily.

            “As it always is.” Kíli said, yawning wide, then resting his chin on his paws.

With another successful year behind them, Fíli and Kíli lulled into deep kitten-sleeps and dreamt of all the wonderful empty Snuggy Places they’d find on the day Santa invented to celebrate his feline troops: Boxing Day. 

[lathalea]

Her First Word

Summary: Lots of cuteness and family fluff. Erebor has been reclaimed and everyone is living happily ever after. That includes Kíli, his wife Tauriel, and their adorable baby daughter. One day the young proud father takes his parenting duties quite seriously... what could possibly go wrong? ;)

Rating: G

This work is a gift to the wonderful @deathlikessodaandpizza​. We’ve missed you and we’re happy you’re back! 💙💙💙 Kili and Tauriel’s daughter Minasel is @deathlikessodaandpizza​‘s OC in “Children of Middle Earth” (check it out on AO3!).

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That morning Kili embarked on the toughest endeavour of his life. It was even more difficult than the quest for Erebor itself, but he wouldn’t give up. He was a warrior and his Uncle had taught him that warriors don’t quit. Together with his kin, he faced the dragon and then they defeated the armies of orcs and wargs. It was a perilous battle, but they survived and reclaimed their homeland. Afterwards, he won both the heart and the hand of the woman he loved. 

Sitting on his comfortable bed in his own bedchamber, he reminded himself that if he could achieve such great deeds, he could surely succeed now, no matter how hard it was. He took a deep breath, adjusted the pillow behind his back and looked at the smiling baby in his arms.

“Say adad*,” Kili tried for probably the thousandth time that morning, a spark of hope still dancing in his eyes.

“A… a… a!” replied his daughter with enthusiasm, giggling and squinting her own eyes of exactly the same color as his, dark brown, darker than the bark of an oak on a winter evening. 

“No, no. Let’s try again: a-dad,” he repeated slowly in Khuzdul. 

Little Minasel giggled again, wiggling in his arms. She started waving her little hands up and down in excitement, and repeated, “A… a… a!”

And then she tried to poke his nose. It was clearly a game to her. But Kili wouldn’t give up that easily.

He took her chubby little palm in his hand and kissed it.

“Yes, I am your daddy. Adad. That’s how you say it. Say adad. You can do it, my little squirrel! ”

“Are you calling our child names again?” a female voice sounded from underneath the thick blanket beside him.

“Have we woken you up, Amrâlimê?” Kili turned to the unmoving shape on the bed. A grunt was the only response he received.

“Ba-ah!” decided Minasel.

“Yes, we have!” he explained to his daughter with a wide smile, rocking her in his arms. “We were very naughty, and we have woken up Mommy.”

His little daughter chuckled and reached out towards the blanket shaped like her mother. “Yes, there she is, your amad. But I am your adad. Will you say adad so that Mommy can see what a smart little pebble you are?”

The blanket emitted another grunt, but didn’t move.

“Zaaa!” Minasel stared at it, clearly puzzled, her whole chubby body stretching out towards it, her arm too short to reach it.

“Allright, we will see what’s hiding under the blanket. Is it Mommy or a dragon?”

“Or both,” the blanket grunted and Kili could have sworn that a barely audible chuckle accompanied these words.

As soon as he lifted the edge of the blanket, a pointy-eared creature lunged towards him, snatching his defenseless daughter from his arms and roaring triumphantly.

“I have you now!” Tauriel exclaimed, lifting Minasel into the air only to peck the tip of her round nose a moment after. Long strands of her hair intertwined with her daughter’s unruly curls of the same color, red as a summer coat of a squirrel.

Hearing their giggles, Kili felt warmth spreading in his chest and wanted to join their embrace, but he recalled his mission. He would not give up.

“Oh no! A dragon kidnapped my beloved daughter!” Kili lamented theatrically. “But if you call your adad, he will come to your rescue!” he addressed his daughter, putting the emphasis on the most important word. 

“Gaaaaa!” Minasel clapped her hands and squealed in joy.

“She clearly does not want to be rescued,” Tauriel replied with a mock frown with a mischievous glint in her eye and turned her attention back to her little treasure. “Minasel likes to be with her nana*, isn’t it right, my wildflower? We are having so much fun! You,” Tauriel put her finger on her daughter’s nose, “and me, your nana,” she spoke slowly, taking her daughter’s tiny hand into her and putting it on her own nose. 

This was enough to make Minasel enjoy the new game and she started exploring her mother’s face only to grab a braid at her temple. Kili chuckled. That was Tauriel’s dwarven marriage braid, similar to the one he wore in his hair. He still remembered the horror on Uncle Thorin’s and King Thranduil’s faces when he presented his bride to them during an official meeting of the two cantankerous rulers. 

His and Tauriel’s secret marriage was the cleverest thing he has ever done! When the gazes of both kings met, their brows furrowed, he understood what an impossible feat he’d achieved: they finally agreed on something! So what if it pertained to him marrying Tauriel, an union of an elf and a dwarf that no one had ever heard of. Besides, his lovely wife’s belly was already a bit on the round side. It was definitely something to be proud of, no matter if he had to withstand Fili’s pointed looks for a fortnight afterwards. The bottom line was, both Uncle Thorin and King Thranduil had to swallow that frog and acknowledge their marriage.

And now he had his beloved wife and daughter by his side, both of them enjoying their closeness, giggling together, while he… Well, he had a mission to accomplish.

“Ri! Ri! Ri!” Minasel informed her parents.

“Ori is going to visit you tomorrow, sweetling,” he sat closer to his wife, letting her rest against his shoulder. The young dwarf was a frequent visitor at their home, spoiling their daughter with new games, toys and treats since she arrived into the world. Kili looked at her happy face and admitted to himself that he couldn’t blame him. “Until then, you will have plenty of fun with your adad and amad,” he continued.

“Your daddy wanted to say: nana and ada,” Tauriel teased with a grin, using the elvish words instead of their Khuzdul equivalents.

Now on Tauriel’s lap, Minasel blinked, looked at her father, then at her mother, took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

No sound came out.

“I think she wanted to say adad,” Kili whispered to his wife.

“Nana. She was about to say nana,” Tauriel corrected him with a grin. “Isn’t it, cupcake?” She asked her baby daughter. There was no reply, only that intent stare.

“It was adad,” he was sure of it.

“Nana. It is easier to pronounce, you know,” Tauriel pecked him on his cheek and lovingly ruffled her daughter’s hair. “Or maybe you’d like to try something harder? How about: My daddy is the handsomest dwarf in the world?”

Kili couldn’t help himself and stole a quick kiss from his wife. “Or My mommy is the most beautiful Elf-maid under the starry skies of Arda?” Another peck followed.

Minasel tilted her head slightly. Clearly her parents were playing some unknown game. She decided it was time to try again. A deep breath, and she was ready. She could make it! She remembered the word! It was on the tip of her tongue!

“Zaaaa…. gaaa…. rî!” said Minasel and giggled proudly. She did it! She finally did it!

And then Kili started laughing. He laughed so much that he almost forgot to breathe, taking his little gem into his arms and kissing her forehead.

“My little warrior of a girl! Just like her Mommy!” he exclaimed with pride.

“Zagarî*?” Tauriel pronounced the Khuzdul word carefully. “What did she just say?”

“Sword, she sort of said... sword,” he laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Must have heard it from Uncle or Dwalin!”

“Perfect!” Tauriel beamed, “Now we know what we are going to give her when she comes of age!” she turned to her little one. Laughing, the girl wrapped her tiny fingers around her mother’s index finger. It was a good, strong grip. 

“Adad and nana will give you the best zagarî in Rhovanion!” Tauriel explained to her daughter with tenderness in her voice.

“A… a… a!” agreed Minasel, stretching her arms out to her parents.

In that moment, while embracing the two most important women in his life, Kili decided that his mission was accomplished.

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Adad - (Khuzdul) father Amad - (Khuzdul) - mother Ada - (Elvish) daddy Nana - (Elvish) mommy Amrâlimê - my love Zagarî - (Khuzdul) sword

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[thorinthehottotty]

Imagine Kíli and Fíli giving you baby fever

"Please, Y/N, please." Kíli begs, big brown eyes glittering at you excitedly. It made you gulp hard and a little noise squeaked past your lips. Oh, did brown eyes make you weak. Especially when they were big puddles of chocolate.

"Forgive us, we truely didn't mean anything by it." Fíli mutters, looking just as guilty as his brother. He was refering to earlier, when they had teased you about your relationship woth their uncle. Embarressing you by calling out your feelings for him.

How could you possibly still be angry with them though when their big, guilty eyes were melting you like cotton candy in water. You were short curcuiting like a laptop that a cat just spilt wine on.

The pop of your brain might have been audible as all you could see were the brothers as toddlers. Big, goofy, tooth-missing grins covering their dirty faces. Braids a mess, they peer up at you.

"Y/N?" Kíli hums, you can't stop a sudden wave of emotion from welling tears in your eyes.

"What did we say?" Fíli's face crumbling in distress. You could feel the build of heat forming in your chest, a deep need filling you. Not one you were normally used to.

As the first desperate tear slipped loose, a rumble of baritone filled the air. "Both of you step away from her! You've done her enough distre-"

You cut him off, gripping the furs of his cloak and dragging yourself into his stunned face. The over whelming questions rising in your mind like a tidal wave. "Thorin, does the brown eyed gene run on your side?" You gasp, he tilts away from you, wide eyed.

"What?" He asks.

"Where did Kíli get his brown eyed gene from! Your gene pool? Or their fathers?"

"I don't understand why that is important?" You grip his cloak harder, dragging him closer to your height.

"Answer the damn question!"

"Aye, it's from our side. My mother had them." He offers, shock written on his face.

"Okay, then." Satisfied, you release him, head nodding firmly. You turn back to the jaw dropped boys and boop both of their noses with your fingertips. "All is forgiven." You say decidedly.

There is about five seconds of confused silence before you move along to start unrolling your bedroll.

"Y/N, what was the reason for such a display of agression?" Thorin demands.

"I want one." He frowns.

"Want what?" You gesture to the boys. It makes the rest of the group, outside of the Durin boys, howl with laughter but the slow king doesn't seem to catch on and neither do his nephews.

"What does THAT mean?"

"It means, when we reclaim the mountain, you're going to creampie me until I get one with brown eyes." It took three seconds of hollaring and hooting for Thorin to understand what I was dishing out so forwardly. I had a feeling he may not know what a creampie was but he understood well enough.

His cheeks went pink. "Uncle? What's she mean?" Kíli asks. Thorin's hand rose to cover his face as you flopped on your bedroll.

"It means you lot are good breeding stock." You reply, grinning over at them. "And I like the available options."

Later that evening:

"Why did you start to cry earlier?" Fíli asks tenatively.

"Oh, you guys just gave me baby fever from being too cute." I chirp.

"Baby fever?" Kíli asks.

"Yeah, it's a real kick in the teeth sometimes. It's weird. It's like... a physical need for babies. Helps procreate. I'm sure I'm just ovulating." You hum.

"What better way to get a headstart then?" Bofur teases and you flash the king a naughty grin. He flushes again at this.

"You will have to wait until we reclaim the mountain first, Y/N." You don't miss the smirk on his face.

[marigoldvance]

Dash Away

20th Chapter Celebration P*rn

FíKí, M (sexual content)

how-the-fuck-did-you-get-here plot, humor, side story (oneshot)

AO3

For hours Kíli sat in his bedroom – sulking, his mum teased, which made his sourness worse – contemplating what it would mean for them. Their relationship was easy while they were together, close not just in proximity but in spirit. With Fíli going, what would happen? Kíli didn’t want the fire to fizzle out but it would, wouldn’t it? Because people were easily distracted and forgot when things weren’t right in front of them and Fíli was the worst when it came to remembering.

coucou cocopuffs!

i can’t believe we’re here. that we’ve made it this far. that i’ve made it this far. since starting my journey into the chaotic world of fanfiction, i’ve never (n e v e r) written beyond 4 chapters. ever. even during my most teenage-obsession-fueled binges.

so, to celebrate the 20th chapter - can you believe it!? - of Dash Away, i thought i’d indulge myself and you, my beautiful readers, with something a little naughty and a lot fun: side story p*rn. 

thank you so much for carrying me through this challenge with your support and feedback! it means the world to me - you’ll never know how much! enjoy the lads engaging in amorous congress, my pretties 😎

xx - Mari

[i-did-not-mean-to]

If you feel up to this request!! This is one that's actually been sitting in my head for a bit revolving around the Ri's. I would LOVE to see your take on perhaps something several years before the quest in Ered Luin. I imagine Nori is in and out a lot what with his thievery, and Dori is taking care of Ori and such. What about a little reunion between the three and seeing what their little life together looks like while it's calm? :)

I love them so much, as well as your writing! Little Ori! Mothering Dori! And our favorite problem dwarf, Nori!

Hello my dear (thanks for this)

Here's my take on this (sorry, if it's sadder than expected)

Fandom: Hobbit

Words: 1,8k

Characters: the Ri-Brothers

@lordoftherazzles

@laurfilijames here's a bit of fluff for you <3

Ori woke up early that day, rubbing his eyes vigorously in hopes to get some of those infuriating freckles to disappear as well.

He could hear Dori puttering around in the kitchen and the smell of freshly baked goods, intermingled with spiced tea, filled the house already. Every so often, an intermittent silence fell like a blanket, only to be interrupted by furious activity again.

Ori called them “Nori’s sighs” because he knew that Dori was looking out of the window, hoping and dreading to see that ludicrous hairdo appear just above the lower frame. If he was being completely honest, Ori had to admit that he missed Nori sorely, but he wouldn’t tell Dori about it to spare his feelings.

Sighing, he scrambled into the layers and layers of soft garments, dismayed at the sting of envy he felt every time he thought of Kíli and Fíli – who were his friends but also his princes – and of their promising physiques clothed in leather and linen. Ori knew that the chances of him ever being anything more than a scrawny, plain, unimpressive little squirrel – from the colour of his hair to his tendency to hide between and behind old tomes – were very slim indeed.

Dori was proud of him though; he would always praise the neat runes Ori painted in painstaking, meticulous handiwork and give him the choicest bits of meat and the moist middle of cakes as a reward. Now that he was a little older, Ori suspected that Dori would have done so anyway, but it felt good to be appreciated, nonetheless.

As he padded into the kitchen noiselessly, he caught his oldest brother staring wistfully out of the window, muttering to himself that the mutton chops he had been holding back would not keep forever.

“He’ll be here,” Ori promised, overcome with guilt when Dori whirled around as if caught doing something naughty.

“Who? I don’t know what you are talking about,” the older dwarrow said defensively, but Ori could see the pain in his eyes before it sunk back to the bottom of his soul like a stone thrown into a deep lake.

The autumn storms had left the trees naked and shivering in the cold; it was time for Nori to come home, laden with gifts that he might or might not have paid coin for and grinning ear to ear. Dori would huff a lot and complain even more, but Ori knew that he was happy to have all of them together at the same table.

Ori could tell because Dori would spend hours in the kitchen and he would not ration the firewood or the candles when Nori was home; yes, it was always a merry time when both his brothers were there.

He remembered that one time when Nori had spread mud all over the good doilies because he had stood on the living room table with his boots still on to hang decorations for Yule, and the time he had almost set the whole house aflame trying to roast candied apples over the open fire because they were Dori’s favourite.

Nori brought mischief and catastrophe with him wherever he went, but he also inhaled boundless, incandescent joy and life into their dreary humdrum existence with his ludicrous ideas and his resourceful energy. Everything was brighter and more colourful when Nori was around and – especially in the cold season – Ori could do with the fireflies of creativity dancing around Nori.

“Come, eat your breakfast, little one,” Dori smiled and ruffled a thick-fingered hand through the mop of wiry, rust-coloured hair affectionately before setting down a steaming bowl of porridge in front of Ori.

Sometimes, he wanted to tell his brother that he knew that they were “in reduced circumstances” and offer to share the best bits with him, but he knew that Dori would pretend not to understand him and refuse his offer, just because Dori would rather die than see him deprived of anything.

Often, Ori thought about telling him – and Nori – more often how much he loved them and how thankful he was for his sheltered childhood in the heart of the Blue Mountains; there were so many things he wanted to show himself grateful for – the ink, the pens, the paper, the books – but he was too shy to actually speak the words, so he drew perfect runes and followed Master Balin religiously.

One day, he’d be a great scribe and he would restore his family to their former glory, one day, he’d repay all his dues by being diligent, humble, and kind, just as Dori has taught him to be. One day.

The door flew open and there he was, the brother who was so troublesome that Ori did his best to be as perfect as possible to make up for it, the brother he loved with all the fierce, idealistic admiration of a child.

“NORI,” he cried out, leaping into the other dwarf’s arms, and letting himself be hugged a little too tightly.

“Little brother, how you have grown,” Nori laughed and – even though Ori knew this to be a bald-faced lie – he was happy to hear his brother’s warm voice again.

“So, you’re back. Just in time for breakfast,” Dori greeted calmly, standing in the doorframe of the kitchen and handing the bowl he had prepared for himself over graciously.

“I am, thank you, Dori. How have things been?” Nori started eating where he was, much to the annoyance of his older brother who cared much about etiquette and the proper way of doing things, and grinned between heaps of porridge shovelled into his mouth.

“We are getting by, Nori, as we always do,” Dori informed him – slightly piqued by the underlying insinuation that he did not take proper care of the young one – and steered both his brothers back to the kitchen.

There was pride in Dori’s eyes as he watched them eat, a quiet satisfaction warmed by the devoted love he felt for those two rascals, and even if that meant that he’d go hungry this morning, he could not imagine being happier than he was now.

“I have brought some things for you,” Nori said, holding up a hand to stay his brother, “and I’ve paid for most of them, I swear.”

He unpacked a few books for Ori, making the little one wipe his nose inconspicuously, and some cloth and other household items for Dori.

“Thank you so much,” Ori exclaimed, gathering his new trophies, and turning the beam of his pleading, luminous eyes on Dori.

“Yes, run along and read your books, I’ll call you for lunch,” Dori smiled and – like a flash – the boy was out the kitchen to hide in some cosy corner and disappear within a story.

“You seem displeased brother; I am trying hard to help providing for Ori, what more do you want from me?” Nori huffed, annoyed by the lack of reaction from his older sibling whose eyes bore mercilessly down on him.

“I need you to be here, Nori, don’t you understand? Ori misses you…I miss you,” Dori sighed.

“You just want to keep an eye on me,” Nori laughed, but the sound was shakier than he’d have liked it to be.

“Is that so wrong? You are my brother, of course I want to keep an eye on you,” Dori grunted while turning away – seemingly to wash the dishes – but Nori knew that he was trying to hide the tears of frustration and hurt pride that had welled up.

“I’ll be here the whole winter, Dori, I promise,” Nori murmured pleadingly; he was aware that he would never be up to the standards of a gentledwarrow such as Dori and he was deadly afraid that the wicked demon that churned within his soul and heart would end up costing Dori his sanity and Ori his future.

He had tried to be good for their sake, but the wide world and all its temptations called to him with their irresistible siren’s song again and again and so, he left to keep his brothers safe from the consequences of his stupid actions.

“We live in the constant fear that one day, you won’t come back,” Dori admitted in a low voice.

“I will always come back, Dori, you know that,” Nori replied, because there is no place like home, because there is nobody who matters more than you two, because I can only leave knowing that you’ll be my beacon when I lose my way.

Just like his younger brother, Nori kept a lot of things inside his heart that he did not dare speak out loud, but that didn’t mean that those things were any less true.

The mutton was excellent and – after dinner – Nori showed them a game he had learned in some tavern a world away.

Ori decided that he would write down the rules and fashion cards for the game himself; indeed, he would paint them with his own two hands and gift them to Nori for Yule so he could take them with him when he left again.

They played until his eyes were heavy and filled with sand and his head dropped onto his hands, folded jealously over the worn cards; at some point, he heard – as from very far away – Nori’s voice pleading: “Let me, please, Dori.”

A second later, Ori smelled the familiar scent of his brother’s clothes and felt his strong arms around his frail frame as he was lifted out of his chair and carried back to his room.

Struggling against the leaden veil of fatigue trying to drag him under, Ori mumbled hazily: “Nori? Will you stay this time?”

A low chuckle resounded, and a warm hand closed around his cold cheek. “Yes kid, for now, I’ll stay. Now sleep! When you wake up, I’ll be there, and we can go into the village and get some baked apples.”

“Can we get some for Dori too? He loves them!” Ori yawned, struggling to open his eyes.

“Yes, Ori, we’ll get the best ones for Dori, alright? Now sleep!” He petted his brother’s soft, warm hair a minute longer, unable to get up and take his eyes off the pale, freckled face of the miraculous creature that was Ori.

How two so absolutely different and – in their own way – terrible dwarrows like him and Dori had managed to raise such an excellent, gentle, smart, and genuine soul surpassed his understanding, but one thing was for sure, he would never really leave them.

“He’ll be a great dwarrow, one day,” Nori whispered, feeling Dori come in to check on the little one, making sure he had everything he needed.

“Yes…and where will you be, Nori?” Dori asked, leaning against the bedframe, waiting for a genuine answer.

“As long as you both are here, Dori, I will come back, and if you ever leave this place, I’ll be right behind you, like a gnat on your back,” he looked at the sleeping dwarrow, barely more than a pebble, a boulder maybe, never to become a rock most probably, “for him.”

“For him,” Dori nodded slowly and retreated to his own bed, leaving Nori to his thoughts.

[brainrotbabe24]

Thorins company and a reader who travels with pets?? Birds, bats, lizards, SNAKES, CATS, TIGERS???

Hi!! Okay, so I immediately thought of them with a tiger and based this on that idea lol! Idk just the idea of the dwarves interacting with a giant tiger is so funny to me lol! 😂💖 Thank you!!

Balin: Balin isn't particularly interested in animals. He might give your pet the occasional scratch or pat on the head, but besides that, he doesn't pay much attention to them. But what would be the cutest is if he falls asleep next to the furry creature, and they end up snuggling. It's rare but very cute! 

Dwalin: Dwalin has a soft spot for animals. When no one is looking, he will baby-talk your big cat in the cutest voice, showering them with praise and love. You might catch him saying, "Oh, what a good boy!💖You killed those orcs perfectly. Who is the cutest ever!" 

Óin: Oin would be interested in observing your pet like a scientist. He would ask you questions, take samples, and even offer to clean its teeth or give it a bath. He wants to learn more about how a wild animal acts so docile. 

Glóin: Gloin is unsure, perhaps cautious. He isn't used to wild animals being pets and would be wary that it would kill the group as soon as it had the chance. He would keep himself far away and make sure his weapons were ready at any moment. 

Bifur: He would give your tiger so many kisses! He's the type who would let the pet lick his face and wouldn't mind if it got a little too close for comfort. Bifur just can't get enough of them!

Bofur: Bofur would come up with nicknames for your pet. It would be a running joke that he greets you and your pet with new, crazy, incredibly long, and ridiculous names. "Morning y/n! Morning Mr.Fluffy sparkle butt!" 

Bombur: Bombur would be terrified! It's such a large creature compared to dwarves, so he would be scared of being eaten. You would make him faint if you cleaned the tiger's teeth and were basically crawling in its mouth to get to the molars.

Ori: Ori would be very curious about your pet! He's never seen a wild animal be so tame and trained. He'd bombard you with questions and would eagerly ask Dori and Nori if they could adopt one, too.

Dori: Like Balin, Dori is indifferent. If the animal showed interest in him, he would acknowledge it but wouldn't go out of his way to play with the tiger. I feel like he would be allergic, too, lol 

Nori: Nori would try to teach your tiger tricks. He would try to teach them to give him a paw and roll over. He'd take pride in getting the animal to obey his commands. I could also see Nori praising it even when it was misbehaving..he loves the naughtiness. 

Thorin: Thorin respects your skills in training a wild animal. He finds it impressive and valuable to the company. He might not say it openly, but he is more at ease with you and your pet tiger. You also remind him of Dáin with his war pigs! 

Kíli: Kili would adore your tiger He would constantly give it snuggles and scratches, quickly becoming the animal's favorite due to his affection. You could not separate the two!!! They would do everything together, even sleep in a dog pile, lol! 

Fíli: Like Kili, Fili would love the animal. There is an instant bond between the two; your pet might listen to him more than you lol! Fili would also sneak treats over to it every night. 

Bilbo: Bilbo would be nervous around your tiger. He would be super anxious around it and would stand far away. You'd have to coax him to come closer so you could introduce him to your pet. For example, if you asked him to feed it, he would hold the food out at arm's length, hoping the animal wouldn't eat his arm. 

Gandalf: Gandalf is well acquainted with wild animals. Animals gravitate towards him, so your pet would love him. He gives off the vibe of a Steve Irwin. He is friends with moths, eagles, and many other creatures in Middle Earth.

[legolaslovely]

Ok I saw your Fíli booty post and the top of his SO’s breasts. I now give you to consider. Kíli and his SO’s hair and her breasts. (Cause he loves watching them move especially when it’s cause of him 😏)

HO-KAYYY So YOU, my friend would really enjoy this story here because it talks about this a bit. It’s from Fanfiction.net By Cecania13. WARNINGS FOR OTHERS: This involves a threesome with the brothers so if that’s not your thing, skip this one, BUT there are other fantastic one on one stories in their At Your Service collection that has stories with Fili, Kili, Thorin, Dwalin, and Bofur. Every single one is AMAZING just trust me and check them out.

As for your question, I’m gonna put this under the cut :)

I see Kili as being a sweet little bumpkin out of the bedroom. Overall, he’s respectful to you, leaving his dirty thoughts for the bedroom unless he occasionally is naughty and whispering to you at the dinner table or whisking you to your chambers in the middle of some meeting with his uncle or something. But usually he waits his turn and is a little sweet baby.

However. When he gets you in your chambers his hands are all over you. He can’t wait to tear off your dress, or at least push down the bodice so he can ravage your breasts, kneading at them, pinching the little buds as they grow harder and beg for his attention. His lips and searing tongue travel down your jaw, neck and the center of your chest until you wiggle him to the left or right and he chuckles, the air tickling your needy skin before soft kisses land right where you want them. He spends as long as he wants with your breasts, loving on the soft, smooth, warm skin that glows in the low light of the one candle he’s lit in his haste to get you naked before him.

You’re completely bare while he’s still fully dressed but before you can even tear his tunic off, he’s slinking away from you and lighting three more candles by the bed. “I want to see you,” he says. He’s undressed in a flash, all golden skin and raven curls but you can’t even admire him because he’s making you kneel on the bed with your back to him. He wastes no time feeling you, cupping you, making sure you’re ready for him and he growls deep in your ear when he finds you dripping with desire for him. His thrusts start slow but you know it will only be a short time before he’s pounding into you from behind, hands wrapped around your waist and feeling your breasts as they bounce from his ministrations. You’d normally be embarrassed from it, but he loves it so much, you feel him grow ever harder inside you as his skin slaps against yours.

He gathers your silky hair in his fingers, twisting and curling the tendrils around his knuckles until he pulls gently, bringing your head back so he can kiss your bare neck and watch your bouncing breasts over your shoulder. He watches the smooth nipples harden into little pebbles under his gaze and he realizes he will never grow tired of the fire you start in him.

[x-kytanna-x]

Coming to love every single dwarf of the company was certainly unexpected but not unwelcome, because at some point it became as easy as breathing.

Because Fíli’s warm and private smiles, his soft and brave heart and his oh so wonderful hugs, fill Bilbo’s heart with joy. Fíli gives him comfort.

Kíli’s giggles, his sunny smiles and his big heart make Bilbo’s days brighter. Kíli brings him happiness.

Bofur’s joyful and welcoming personality, his silly braids and his beautiful heart give Bilbo the strength to face even the worst of his days. Bofur gives him warmness

Bombur’s enormous talent, his giving heart and his never ending appetite make Bilbo feel at home. Bombur gives him courage.

Bifur’s colourful soul, his rough voice and his taste for all things growing make Bilbo feel like can do anything and everything. Bifur gives him hope.

Dwalin’s stubbornness, rough care and sweet tooth make Bilbo feel all soft inside and yet everything about Dwalin fills him with energy. Dwalin gives him strength.

Balin, steady as a rock  and wiser than anyone, with his soft words and softer heart, makes Bilbo believe in himself. Balin makes him trust.

Dori’s unconditional love for his family, his well cared braids and soft smiles, reminds Bilbo of Belladonna and how festy she was. Dori makes him see the beauty in the world.

Nori’s naughty giggles, his sleight of hand, and the way he teases him, make Bilbo feel alive. Nori brings him mischief.

Ori’s sweet smiles, his thirst for knowledge, and the way he opened his heart to him, make Bilbo feel so very blessed. Ori makes Bilbo feel like he belongs with them.

Oín’s way of believing in things that are yet to come, his worry for every one of his pacientes and the way he always has time for Bilbo, make him feel hope. Oín gives him determination to not give up.

Gloín’s soft and tender love for his son and wife, his fierce determination in making sure he feels loved and has a place among them to call home, and the way he’s always willing to share with him, make him feel like he’s soaring through the sky. Gloín brings him prosperity.

Every single one of his dwarves gives Bilbo something he never knew was lacking in his life and now he doesn’t know what he would do if he lost any of them. Everyday that passes Bilbo finds himself loving them more and more.

He can’t thank enough to Yavanna and Mahal for having blessed him with such a beautiful family.

Bilbo had forgotten what was it like to feel the love of your family and now, as every single one of his dwarves has reminded him, he will never have to again.

Being the consort of Erebor is not an easy task by any means but, with the help and love of his family Bilbo feels capable of anything; and if he get some pampering from his husband, well, he’s not going to complain, Thorin has this ability to turn his brain into mush with just a few kisses that Bilbo is unable to resist. He can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with them and see what other wonders life will bring him.

[xxbyimm]

The beauty and the beast part III - Kíli x reader

The last part of @soradragon‘s request. I hope you like it, dear. If anyone has missed the first parts, here you go: Part I or Part II. I do hope you enjoy.  xoxo

The beauty and the Beast - Part III

Summary: The reader is a skilled fighter, using dual swords. She carries a small lizard with her, called Hedera. When she joins the company, Kíli immediately takes a liking to her.

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Warnings: Some angst (????). 

The silence was unbearable.

Every single member of the company was quiet. You were huddled together in a chasm somewhere in the Misty Mountains, waiting for the halfling’s return. Since the departure from Rivendell, the group had narrowly escaped an untimely death twice.

But even after the clever save by the eagles, the orc pack that had threatened your lives somehow managed to catch up with you again. It was unclear if the wargs had picked up your scent already, but the distant howls had made even the most hardened warriors like Thorin and Dwalin uncomfortable. The king-in-exile had consequently decided to make a short stop and let one of his burglars scout the surroundings to see what the company was up against. It surely was a risk and no one liked the plan, but at the same time it was understood as essential. It was not easy to outrun a pack of wargs in the wild, so any advantage that could be gained should be gained while it was still possible.

Hedera was curled up in your hoodie. Although he always claimed to fear no one, his little tail was trembling against your throat. You reached for him and stroked your lizard with long, reassuring movements while observing your comrades. Everyone was on edge. Thorin and Dwalin were standing on your left, the latter one leaning on his axe while the king had his hands on his sword. Ori was balancing on his feet nervously and even Bofur’s usual jovial smile was turned into a concerned frown. Both princes were leaning against the wall of the crevasse. Their attitude seemed quite relaxed, but the way Fíli’s jaw was clenched and Kíli kept staring at the ground, told you they too were tensed.

You felt out of place. Normally you would have done something to lighten the mood, to make someone laugh and break this uncomfortable tension, but this was nor the time or place for laughter. Ugh. The events of today had exhausted you already, the memory of Rivendell already fading away… It didn’t seem you would got to rest anytime soon.

Worst of all, Kíli still wasn’t talking to you. Since what you now referred to as the ‘braiding river incident’ happened, the prince had flatly refused to interact with you unless is was absolutely necessary. Mahal knew you tried to make it up to him, but nothing you did or said had made a difference. As soon as you or Hedera was in sight, the prince stopped talking altogether and stormed off.

It was maddening, awkward and sad at the same time. You craved to be in Kíli’s presence once more, to sit beside him at night and sharing jokes or making up pranks for the next oblivious victim. Or just stare at him as he told you the most wild anecdotes of his kin. Mahal, his eyes would sparkle mischievously and a naughty smirk would be on his face. The guy was a stunner, especially when he wasn’t aware of it.

But as any contact with the prince seemed impossible, you had stopped trying and kept more to yourself in an attempt to forget about the whole matter anyway.

The thing was, the others didn’t. Just like before, they couldn’t stop making subtle (or not so subtle) remarks about you and the prince, wondering what had happened that could turn Kíli this sour. Even Hedera had asked you numerous times why Kíli wasn’t speaking to both of you anymore, but so far you had refused to give him an answer. You knew they all meant well, but the constant attention made it only more painful.

You didn’t want the pain. Even without it, everything was so confusing. So far, you had concluded that braiding hair was sacred to dwarves, but as you had too little information about the subject, you kept going in circles. However, you did have this inkling that Kíli somehow had wanted to show his affections for you by offering you to braid your hair. The mere memory of your rude dismissal still made you cringe, although you had apologized for it numerous times. But the real question was if these affections were meant in a friendly manner or something more. He had kissed you, after all. But what would a dwarf prince would want to do with you, a lone ranger? Surely the kiss must have been a big mistake, a moment of bewilderment. Could he have lost a bet? Or was this all part of a bigger, cruel joke? You kept pondering about those possibilities, longing more and more to be alone again, wishing you hadn’t agreed to come along this journey anyway.

You heaved a sigh and glanced over at the youngest prince once again. His gaze was still fixated on the ground. You knew that if he looked up he would see you puppy eyeing him like a crazy person, but you couldn’t help yourself. You longed for him so much it physically hurt. Mahal knew you’d sell your soul just to feel that stubble against your cheeks again as his lips were on yours… You bit your lip at the thought then and shuffled on your feet. Fíli caught your gaze and sent you an encouraging smile, which you shyly returned.

Suddenly you heard something rushing nearby the place you stood. Ah, finally. Bilbo had returned. You turned to hear the news, glad that you could focus your attention on something else.

‘How close is the pack?’ Thorin asked gruffly. ‘Too close.’ Bilbo replied, still slightly panting from his recent sprint. ‘Couple of leagues, no more. But that’s not the worst of it.’ ‘The wargs picked up our scent.’ Dwalin grunted. ‘No, not yet, but they will.’ The halfling said. ‘We have another problem.’ ’They saw you?’ Gandalf filled in. ‘No, that’s not it.’ ‘Ah, what did I tell you!’ the wizard said happily. ‘Quiet as a mouse…’

You watched as the others hummed in agreement and Gandalf went on explaining why Bilbo had been a good addition to the company after all. The hobbit in question frantically tried to get the others to listen. You rolled your eyes, before letting out a harsh hiss. ‘Will you just LISTEN to him?!’

Utter silence ruled once again. Everyone, including Kíli, was staring at you. Bilbo shot you an appreciative glance. ‘It’s not wise to linger here.’ You muttered, your cheeks already burning. ‘Stop squabbling and let him speak.’ ‘I’m trying to tell you, there is something else out there!’ Bilbo fretted. ‘What form did it take, like a bear?’ Gandalf asked. ‘Yes, yes!’ the hobbit agreed, while frowning. ‘But bigger. Much… bigger.’

Commotion started to rise around you again, but this time you were unaware of it. The hairs on your arm prickled and your heart hammered in your chest.

Mahal save your soul. The skin changer... How could you have forgotten? You had been so busy with surviving that you hadn’t noticed you and your comrades venturing into the beasts’ lands… Accidently you had been here once before, a long time ago, when Hedera was just a little baby. Granted, your encounter with the skin changer had been brief and at a very safe distance, but since you didn’t know if your survival was the consequence of sheer luck or pity from the beasts’ part, you refused to set a foot in its’ territory again. That is, until you stopped paying attention where you were going.

A terrifying roar vibrated through the air and you whimpered. Okay, today the beast sounded a lot less friendly than it had been before. You looked at Gandalf and saw your own panic mirrored in his face.

Run.

                                      ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦

You weren’t sure if the best tactic to outrun a terrifying big bear was to seek shelter in its’ own home, but since Gandalf seemed to think it was a bright idea you went with it anyway. The whole company had been sprinting through fields and forests, but at last a house came into view.

‘THE HOUSE!’ Gandalf, who was in the front, shouted. ‘RUN!’ Another roar came from the forest which was a little behind you now, motivating everyone to accelerate the pace. You were almost there, but the beast sounded close.

Too close.

You one of the last to pass the gates, running towards the safe enclosure of the house. Everyone was banging at the door, demanding to be let in. Just when you wanted to point out that the door wasn’t going anywhere unless the lever was lifted from its’ place, you heard a loud, frustrated grunt behind you. You turned around on your heels as fast as you could and let out a shriek when you discovered what happened.

‘KÍLI!!’ ‘Y/N!’ he screamed back. He was laying in the grass, frantically pulling at the long grass that had caught his boot. In the distance, you could see a huge black bear entering the field. You inhaled sharply and broke into a run. ‘NO!’ Kíli growled as soon as he understood what you were going to do. ‘GO BACK!’

Adrenaline surged through your veins, your jaw set. There was no way in hell you were going to leave him out there to save your own skin. You hurried towards the prince while simultaneously grabbing a knife from your pocket.

‘Where’s your knife?’ you hissed as you jumped on your knees to free him. ‘I don’t know!’ he panicked. ‘I couldn’t find it and-’ ‘LEAVE THE DAMN BOOT!’ You yelled when the grass didn’t give in. The ground was shaking as the huge paws of the beast thumped into it, coming closer. Sweat was gushing from your back, the terrifying roars ringing in your ears.

‘I TRIED!’ Kíli screamed. ‘It won’t come off!’ ‘MAHAL!’ you cursed while hacking away the unrelenting grass. You didn’t care about the pretty leather, nor the fact that you probably would hurt the prince if you continued. ‘If you survive this, remind me I’LL KILL YOU!’

Just when the grass snapped, something huge and black appeared in the corner of your eye. Instinctively you reached for your swords, but before you could push your weapons into soft fur, Kíli pushed you out of the way.

You rolled sideways into the field. Disoriented, you scrambled yourself together as fast as you could. The bear was hoovering over your beloved prince. Its’ front paws were raised into the air, ready to slash open anything in his way. ‘NO!’ you screamed.

It all happened so fast. An enormous green dragon knocked the beast out of the way. The bear rolled over the grass, as you had just mere minutes ago, and came to a halt a few meters from you and the prince. He got back on his feet and opened his jaw to release a fierce growl, but the dragon was faster. It stood on his hind legs, showing his enemy himself in all his might, and shielding you and Kíli from any danger. He opened his massive mouth and roared. The sound pulsated through the air. The skin changer yelped softly and admitted defeat by charging into the woods again.

Your whole body was trembling. A large part of you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself because this new foe might be even more dangerous, but you had to know. ‘Hedera?’ you squeaked.

The dragon turned, hissing dangerously low. It had deep green eyes, like Hedera’s. When it caught your gaze, the expression in its’ eyes changed. ‘Hedera.’ You whispered. The dragon purred.

‘Hey beauty, you didn’t tell me Hedera actually is a terrifying big beast.’ Kíli was standing next to you. He was shaking and his voice sounded unsteady, but a smile adorned his face nevertheless. ‘I didn’t…’ you murmured, still out of breath. ‘I didn’t know.’ ‘We almost died.’ Kíli murmured, pulling you into an embrace and his thumb tracing the smooth curve of your jawline. ‘Y/N...’

‘WHAT WAS THAT!’ Hedera cried out. The prince and you looked up. The big beast had gone and the lizard in its’ usual form was running through the grass towards you. He had an ugly scratch on his back, but other than that he seemed alright.

‘OH THANK THE LORD! YOU ARE ALRIGHT!’ you gulped. ‘What is happening to me?!’ the lizard exclaimed as he jumped in your arms. ‘One moment I’m just me, minding my own business and the next I AM SWELLING LIKE A BLOWFISH AND SPITTING FIRE!’ ‘You’re alright.’ You hushed your buddy. ‘You’re not a blowfish, because they don’t breathe fire. They’re fish, remember?’ ‘Oh, yeah.’ Hedera wheezed. ‘That’s a relief.’ ‘Now you see what happens when you’re angry all the time and hold it in.’ You told him while kissing his face. ‘You, my dear friend… you’ll burst.’ ‘I wasn’t angry!’ Hedera countered. ‘I just… I wanted to protect you. And Kíli.’ ‘Well, Hedera, thank you.’ Kíli panted while plumping down in the grass. ‘If it wasn’t for you, I would have died.’ ‘Where did it go?’ you growled as you scanned your surroundings. ‘It took off where it had come from.’ Hedera replied with a squeak. ‘I think we’re safe. For now.’

You relaxed and held your green water dragon against your chest. Then you dropped down on the grass next to the prince. The three of you stared up at the sky, watching the clouds passing by like nothing happened. You didn’t know what to say. The shock was still too fresh.

‘Y/N?’ Kíli breathed after a while, turning to face you. ‘Yeah.’ You muttered, consciously avoiding eye contact. ‘Y/N.’ he repeated. ‘Look at me.’ Cautiously you shifted your gaze to look into those gorgeous dark eyes. ‘Y/N’ he murmured. ‘I love you.’ ‘What??!’ ‘I’m sorry, but it’s the truth.’ The prince confessed. ‘I know you don’t want anything to do with me, but I’m afraid I’ll lose my mind if I have to keep it in any longer. I can’t…’ ‘Why would you think I want nothing to do with you?’ you whispered. ‘I never said…’ ‘You wouldn’t allow me to braid your hair.’ He explained bitterly. ‘So I thought…’ ‘That I didn’t like you?!’ you filled in. ‘But that’s…’ ‘I was so sure.’ Kíli went on without listening. ‘Because you let me kiss you and I-’ ‘What did I miss?’ Hedera burst. ‘What’s this all about? Y/N?’ ‘Shhh.’ You hushed your friend. ‘Later.’

Hedera cursed something and retreated into your hoodie. You rolled your eyes, making a mental note that you should apologize later. He did save your lives after all.

‘I’m… I wasn’t aware what it meant.’ You said. ‘You really didn’t know?’ Kíli inquired softly. ‘How was I supposed to?’ you shrugged. ‘I’m wandering through the world, Kíli. I’m not a fool but I daresay I know nothing about dwarven culture.’ ‘That explains quite a bit.’ He said quietly, sending you a small smile. Your cheeks were burning. ‘Care to explain what it does mean?’ ‘Of course.’ He grinned while pulling you closer. ‘It means I want to court you.’ ‘Court me?!’ ‘Are you going to play that dumb, Y/N?’ he jested, but then he yelped in pain because you smacked his arm. ‘Ouch!’ ‘You may braid my hair.’ You told him softly. ‘And you may court me.’ ‘Does that mean you return my feelings?’ He murmured while minimizing the distance between the two of you. ‘It appears so.’ You breathed against his lips.

The kiss started soft, innocent even, but the desire that was unleashed by it spread like wildfire. The prince pulled you on top, hands wandering over your curves. Lips were taking in each other hungrily, hips grinding against one another. Soon the both of you were a panting mess and you would have taken it a lot further, if it wasn’t for Fíli.

‘KÍLI! Y/N!’

Startled, you broke the kiss and looked up. Kíli huffed and cocked a brow. ‘Ah, they found out we were missing. I wondered how long it would take.’ ‘That was a close call.’ Hedera complained as he crawled from your hoodie. ‘I save your asses, but now my mine needs it.’ ‘I thought you were the one who worked so hard to get us together.’ You said. Hedera heaved a sigh. ‘Yes, but being in the middle of this disgusting display of feelings wasn’t what I bargained for, thank you.’ And with that, he jumped into the grass, slowly making his way to the house. ‘Ever the charmer.’ Kíli remarked as you watched the lizard go towards the eldest prince of Durin who hurrying through the field. ‘Oh yeah.’ You grinned. ‘Do you think he’ll ever call me dad?’ Kíli inquired. You snorted. ‘Who? Your brother?’ ‘No, Hedera!’ ‘Ha, not a chance…’ you giggled. ‘He might even puff up like that again if you try.’ ‘Hmmm.’ Kíli mused. ‘It makes sense anyway. There was way too much cuteness between the two of you…’ ‘What?’ you said. ‘Never mind.’ The prince smiled and he kissed you again.

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Bound

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by BelleGreenleaf

Primarily a Glorfindel and Erestor arc. A request from Elrond sees them dedicated to a simple mission to gather herbs. What could possibly go wrong?

An attempt to progress this arc beyond the smut I write when I have brain rot! Plan is to post the story chapters in this series and annex off the smut separately for those who desire it! so you will find the extra chapters in 'Bound - Naughty Bitz! https://ift.tt/a2L6ZR8

I'm praying this story and any responses will compel me through a block!

Elrond has need for a rare herb that only grows in the north of the wilds so he dispatches these two to retrieve it - what could possibly go wrong?

Words: 3240, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Glorester smut!

Fandoms: TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Erestor (Tolkien), Glorfindel (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Kíli (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Asfaloth (Tolkien)

Relationships: Erestor/Glorfindel (Tolkien), Erestor & Glorfindel (Tolkien)

Additional Tags: Love, True Love, pan characters, Fluff

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