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the-really-lonely-mountain · 7 months ago

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To Erebor - Part 5

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Summary: Transported to Middle Earth, you must Join Thorin Oakenshield's Company as they travel to reclaim Erebor! OR: My take on the classic 'modern girl in Middle Earth' troupe. This is the second installment, so we are following the second movie of The Hobbit trilogy, and falling deeper in love with Kili on the way! This is the second part for the second movie.

Tags: Kili / Reader, Reader-Insert, Slow Burn, Modern Character in Middle Earth, During The Hobbit, How Do I Tag, Canon-Typical Violence, Kíli Is a Little Shit (Tolkien), implied soulmates, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Freeform, light smut, it's really just a brief description nothing too graphic but i certianly wouldn't want to be caught reading it, Holding Hands, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Thorin Oakenshield Company Members, Dwalin & Thorin Oakenshield Friendship, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Where In Middle-Earth Is Gandalf?, Hair Braiding, Dwarf Courting, My First Tumblr Fic, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Live, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Fíli Lives (Tolkien), Kíli Lives (Tolkien), sword fight training, kili is a big ole softy and i love him so much for it, tags tbd tbh lol

Word Count: 4,758

A/N: OMG!! I graduated! I got a job! I finally edited this part! I'm so tired y'all, I'm writing this author note at like midnight lol. ~AnywhoOOo~ I hope you enjoy! let me know if you'd like to join the tag list to be directly notified of chapter updates! <3

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

You woke to the usual clanging of pots and pans as breakfast was being cooked. Kili’s hand was still on your waist and his arm was still your pillow, though you were sure it’d gone numb in the night. You gently placed your hand on his cheek and tenderly ran your thumb over his delicate cheek bone. He looked so handsome sleeping beside you, it made you smile like a giddy little schoolgirl. You regretted having to remove yourself from his warm embrace, but you had to start packing your things and getting ready for the day. A much easier task now that you didn’t have to worry about your hair. When you were finished and your bag was neatly packed, you woke Kili.

He stretched his arms above his head then his eyes popped open, “Good morning!”, he sat up energized and ready to conquer the day.

“Good morning!” You replied with a kind smile, ever impressed by his liveliness in the mornings, “Start packing, Bombur’s almost finished breakfast.”

He shuffled about beside you while you worked on the last half of your bracelet, waiting for breakfast.

The porridge was the usual white sludge meant for nutrients, not flavor. You rinsed the dishes in the river with Kili’s animated storytelling as you usually did after meals. Thorin had the company moving out when you returned.

The day’s walk was very scenic, mostly idyllic forests with little rivers, where the lighting truly brought it all together. You walked between Kili and Fili so they could give you the basic run-down of sword handling and bowmanship.

By the end of midday, the company was on the border of the forest and a field. Thorin decided to make camp there and told Gloin to make the fire while Nori, Bifur, and Oin set traps in the forest to restock the reserves or something, you weren’t listening, too focused on Kili’s hand in yours as he led you somewhere.

The extra sparkle in his gorgeous brown eyes told you he was very excited to teach you about archery. As the resident Archer, no one (his brother) could compete for your attention by correcting him. He was also excited to watch you use his bow and his arrows; an honor bestowed upon an extremely select group.

Kili was very protective of his bows, not just because of the time it takes to make such an incredibly valuable weapon, but because one time in his youth he worked for weeks carving a brand-new bow from solid wood, making the string by hand, and engraving runic talismans into the handle. He worked very hard on that bow; Only to have one of his snot-nosed neighbors snatch it from him while they were playing and accidentally snap it in half after a misstep. Kili was furious, absolutely inconsolable. Fili had to drag him from the scene of the crime to the forest just behind their family house, so he didn’t hunt the kid down and destroy him. He didn’t say anything to Fili, just cursed and milled about the clearing in frustration. At first, his brother didn’t know what he was doing, concerned he was setting a malicious trap for the offending child (such a spiteful trap was almost sprung after another incident of the same nature); but as Fili silently watched, out of arm’s punching reach of course, he realized his brother was just looking for a piece of wood to make a new bow. Fili built a fire to keep the chill of the setting sun at bay, not wanting to abandon his brother to the coming night. He watched the younger mumble curses in dwarfish as he whittled the wood seemingly in his own little world. Kili hadn’t really taken notice of the fire his brother built despite using its light and occasionally throwing more wood on out of habit while he stayed up all night to make the string and engrave the handle. Their mother, Dis, saw them through the window in the back door in the middle of the night. Fili was sitting on the ground, relaxed, leaning against a tree while he watched his brother on the other side of the blazing fire, Kili was sitting on a rock hunched over his bow as it came together. Dis knew from that moment Fili would always look after his little brother, or at the very least try his best. The craftsmanship of the bow he made that night was nowhere near his previous bow, but it could still shoot the straightest arrow in the village. It would do till he grew again and needed a bigger one.

Kili brought you a few yards away from the camp, out of ear shot but not out of sight. After the crash course in archery during the day’s walk, you were as prepared as you could be. And excited as ever. Kili carved a target into the trunk of a tree with his dagger, not worried about losing misfired arrows in the underbrush because the fletching on the end of all his arrows were bright yellow.

He situated you both at a reasonable distance from the target and demonstrated again how to place your fingers on the string and what position to be in when you pull the string back. When he handed you the bow you were not expecting it to be as heavy as it was. Without an arrow, you tried to pull the string back like he showed but you couldn’t move it. You looked at Kili.

“Just pull it back Y/N.” He encouraged, with a proud little smile.

“I am, Kee,” you said still straining to pull it. It wouldn’t budge. He thought for a moment, trying to figure out what could be wrong—Ah! He got it!

“Here, let me help.” He came up and stood behind you. “The draw weight for my bow must be too high for you,” he said into your ear, his low hushed tone not going unnoticed as he got into position. He shuffled his legs behind yours and placed his hand below yours on the handle and his fingers above and below your slimmer, softer ones on the string. They were much stronger and much thicker than yours. Two of your fingers were the same width as one of his, a thought that quickly had you blushing. The irresistible mental image of moaning out for him while being deliciously stretched around his capable digits as he cooed praises, was nearly too much. You thanked god he was behind you and couldn’t see your bright red face.

He let you do most of the work pulling the bowstring to allow you to get a feel for the mechanics and amount of potential energy the movement created.

“And…” he made sure you were ready, “Release.”

You both let go of the string at the same time.

“Perfect! Now let’s try it with an arrow” He got one from the quiver on his back and handed it to you.

You nocked the arrow like he taught you then got into position. He helped you pull the string back like before, allowing you to control the aim.

“Ready…” You said to him this time, “Release!”

The arrow flew across the field and landed smack in the middle of the bullseye.

“No way,” Kili said in complete disbelief. You both went over to inspect the target. Sure enough, the arrow was deep in the carved center circle of the tree.

“That’s amazing Y/N!” He turned to you with the biggest smile you’d ever seen. You were as happy as him, jumping up and down excitedly.

“I want to try again!” You walked over to your previous spot and lined yourself up, waiting for him to join you. He chuckled at your enthusiasm and grabbed another arrow on the way over. You repeated the process like a practiced dance, enjoying more than anything that he was your partner. He allowed you to aim again, but this time the arrow didn’t hit its mark or the tree at all; It planted itself firmly into the leaf-covered underbrush.

“Awe,” you pouted, “I rushed, next time I’ll take my time.” You went to grab another arrow from his quiver, accidentally getting your face in his. For a moment, you could feel the heat of his lips and his breath tumbling over onto your own in a near ragged pant.

When you backed away you both politely laughed it off, though you could have sworn he leaned closer to you in that brief moment.

You shot all the arrows he had in his quiver. A handful hit the target, and a few even got close to the bullseye, but none hit the center like the first. Being a good coach, he encouraged and teased when the time was right.

Once again in your own little world, it was like nothing mattered except him. His radiant smile, his contagious laughter, his excitability; it was all consuming. As the day wore on, your arms got tired, and you were ready for a break. You helped him collect the arrows in and around the tree, so he could show off for a bit like boys do for pretty girls. He did trick shots and action shots and even pinned the pinecone you threw for him to the tree. His skills were very impressive. Your return to the camp was met with impressed exclamations.

“Was that a bullseye on the first shot?!” Bofur asked, having seen the miracle even from the other side of the camp.

“Aye!” You said excitedly, proud of your accomplishment. You didn’t even realize that you were beginning to use their dialect.

“Good job lass!” Oin said, along with the others happily celebrating with you.

After all that training, you were hungry for a snack. You rummaged through your bag in search of the grapes you had foraged with Bilbo the day before. They weren’t in your bag where you left them, carefully wrapped in your old T-shirt.

‘They couldn’t have fallen out’ you thought as you scanned the camp for the thief, already having an idea of the culprit. You stopped when your eyes fell on Kili across the camp, leaning against a tree with a shit-eating grin as he popped a grape into his mouth.

You were livid. It was a total invasion of your only private property: your bag, and you felt extremely violated.

You couldn’t say anything to the offending dwarf or even look at him in fear of your rage exploding onto him. Your anger evident from your expression, the camp fell silent as you walked to Kili.

That feeling in Kili’s chest sunk to his boots when he saw how angry you were; he knew he’d gone too far. You snatched the grapes from his hand and walked (stomped) into the field beyond the camp.

“Y/N wait—” he tried to follow you into the field.

“NOT NOW KILI” you snapped at him over your shoulder in a tone he didn’t quite think you were capable of. He stopped in his tracks at your tone, the same one his mother used when she was very cross with him. The other members of the company who heard the commotion snickered at Kili’s self-inflicted misfortune.

You sat in the field, soaking up the sunshine and eating your grapes while you calmed down. Kili moped around camp like an abandoned puppy; it was quite a pitiful sight.

When you finished your snack, you took a few deep breaths to get the anger from your system and allow your thoughts to come together to properly explain to Kili why you were so mad. The youngest Durin hesitantly joined you in the field when he saw you were done with your grapes, his footfalls crunching the grass beneath him alerting you to his presence. He sat next to you clearly a little nervous by how he picked at the grass.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking at the ground. “It was just supposed to be a joke, honest,”

“Joke or not, Kili Durin, you shouldn’t have gone through my stuff!” You wanted to make sure he understood how unhappy his actions made you. He cringed at his full name. “You violated the only sliver of privacy I have out here!”

“Sorry, Y/N,” he said in a regretful voice you’d never heard from him before. “I shouldn’t have gone through your bag.”

You sighed and looked over at him. “I forgive you Kee,” You took another deep breath, satisfied he’d learned his lesson, “Just don’t do it again, ok?”

He smiled, happy to be back on good terms with you, “I won’t, I promise”. You smiled too, his infectious charm melting what little remained of your anger. You gave him a hug, knowing you both needed physical reassurance.

He sat with you in the field for a while, content to stay in comfortable silence. You’d been eyeing a beautiful patch of flowers a few feet away since you’d sat down. You shifted so you were laying on your stomach to get a closer look at their vibrant hues and decided you wanted to use them, but how? Kili moved next to you, mirroring our position, to see what you were looking at. Then inspiration struck.

“I’ll braid them into your hair!” You said excitedly. He gave you a look of surprised confusion.

“What?! No!” he was immediately against the idea and even backed away from you as if you’d jump on him any second like his brother might. “Why don’t I put them in your hair instead? They’d look much better on you.” He desperately tried to come up with a reason to avoid the inevitable onslaught of mocking he’d have to endure if he agreed to your plan.

You brought yourself to a kneel so you could look him dead in the eyes with a blank expression, “Pussy,” you said.

He scoffed and got all huffy and puffy, “I am not a pussy!” He said defensively, his cute accent got thicker when he was flustered, it made it so hard to take him seriously, “I just think the flowers would make you even more beautiful than you already are.”

You blushed deeply at his words and looked away from his charming little smile to keep your thoughts from a more baser mindset and to think over his offer. He started twirling the end of one of the braids he’d done the night before between his fingers. It was a sweet and absentminded motion, to which you relented with a sigh, “Alright, but you have to teach me how to use a sword after.”

“Deal!” He gave a hearty nod. You got your hair stuff from your bag and your bracelet to work on and hopefully finish while Kili did your hair. You picked the prettiest flowers and put them in the extra fabric of your shirt like a delicate basket. He dragged over a stone to sit on and got to work undoing the braids and brushing your hair out.

You didn’t realize how tight he’d made the braids till the tension was released from your scalp. You sighed in pleasured relief as he moved your hair around with the brush. That sound immediately pricked his ears.

“Does that feel good, princess?” He looked down at you and smiled as he massaged the sore parts of your head. You were too lost in the feeling his skilled hands were creating to react to the pet name.

Once he massaged the soreness away, he parted your hair and began braiding. Kili had a vision of what he wanted to do to your hair. He wanted a thick band like a crown around the top of your head and four small thin braids scattered across the rest of your loose unbraided hair.

You were on an entirely different plane of existence. You felt so calm and relaxed and taken care of with his undivided attention, it was like nothing you’d ever felt before. His tranquil voice when he asked for a flower every now and then was the only thing you could hear. It felt like you were floating, your body sun warmed and peaceful.

When Kili was putting on the finishing touches, Fili came and joined you in the field to see what you both were doing, sadly pulling you from your lovely state of mind.

“Kili wouldn’t let me put flowers in his hair.” You pouted after the older brother inquired about your change in hairstyle.

“Even after he rummaged through your bag!” Fili feigned offense on your behalf with a smirk as he laid on his side in front of you both propped up on his elbow.

“Shut up, Fili” Kili huffed, ashamed of his previous actions, as he carded his fingers through your loose hair to make sure it was laying properly.

“Awe, Kiwi’s embawwassed,” you said in a baby-talk voice, making you and Fili laugh a little.

Kili stopped combing his fingers through your hair and tangled them in the loose hair at the back of your head. He pulled your head down to make you look up at him looming over you. He was about to say something, but the inadvertent dominating gesture caused an involuntary moan to slip past your lips, stalling any thoughts he tried to voice.

You were both stuck in that trance for just a moment, yet it took an eternity to pass. He was unable to look away from your pleasure pinched eyebrows and slightly parted panting lips. You were captivated by his handsome blushing features and the fire in his eyes. You wanted so desperately to kiss him, to meet his lips in heated passion.

“Good gods you two,” Fili rolled his eyes. His sudden interruption snapped Kili back to reality so he could release your hair. “Get a room,” Fili finished his statement.

“Shut up, Fili,” you both said in unison with faces equally ablaze and eyes cast anywhere but at each other. The elder just looked at you two and laughed to himself, he knew at that moment you were both madly in love.

“Here’s your brush, Y/N.” Kili handed it to you, wanting to change the subject.

“Yes, thank you” You took it from him and hastily returned your bag to camp. You met Kili back in the field for sword training. His brother was still there passively observing (waiting till he had to step in to correct the younger as this was not Kili’s area of expertise).

Bilbo allowed you to borrow his sword so you could get an idea of what a properly fitted one felt like without your wrists being torn to shreds by the other much heavier swords of the company. Kili walked you through basic moves and positions to teach you how to make your weapon like an extension of your own body. When he tried to speed up the movements and have you come at him in mock battle, you faltered and messed up the arrangement of poses.

When this happened, Fili of course would step in with a simplified version to help you. Before long, you had an audience, and the watchful eyes and extensive fighting prowess of Thorin and Dwalin. Kili was no longer the teacher but the sentient-sparing mannequin. The sequence of positions and movements became longer the more you worked at it. It felt amazing to be capable of so much. You knew it was just choreography, but it made you better now than you were before.

You were beginning to sweat under your thick tunic. The physical exertion was getting to Kili as well. When you took a water break you removed your shirt, the coffee brown padded camisole you wore underneath being far more breathable, but much tighter than your usual outerwear. It left hardly anything to the imagination.

Your less-dressed return to the now-stamped-down grass of the makeshift training area was met with impressed exclamations, wolf whistles, and light applause. You blushed and pretended to be a fashion model at the end of a runway. They found it very amusing.

Kili came back wondering what the commotion was about.

He saw you waiting for him. You hadn’t noticed him approaching yet, too busy putting on a silly little show. He loved seeing you like this, confident and carefree, not worrying about how you looked and focusing on something that was far more rewarding: having fun. He used the few seconds you were distracted to admire you. Your half up half down hair he’d just braided and styled, was blowing softly in the wind, and your short unruly baby hairs were matted to your sweaty forehead framing your face. Your camisole highlighted the alluring curve from your ribs to your hips. The hem of the fabric was ridding up on your waist, revealing just a sliver of your lower tummy. Your pants kept where they were, hugging tight to your thighs and bottom.

‘Two can play that game’ Kili thought, not even trying to hide his mischievous smile. He took his shirt off and threw it in his bag.

You looked up and saw him coming to meet you. The long bangs that framed his face were clinging to it now from his perspiration. He was smirking, knowing he caught you slightly off guard. His prominent pectoral muscles bled into his strong thick arms. His waist tapered at his hips where his pants were beginning to ride low, revealing his defined adonis belt in its retreat. He exuded power as he walked towards you with his arms out a bit from his side, and his palms facing you, as if he were challenging you.

“Ohho, it’s serious now, is it?” you said over a light chuckle, feigning being taken aback by his friendly challenge.

“Oh, it sure is.” He returned your light laugh and with a smug expression he tapped his sword against yours where it hung at your side. He knew he was flustering you. He could see it in the deepened flush that colored your cheeks and how your thumb picked at the leather-covered hilt of your sword.

You had to bite the inside of your lip rather hard to keep your eyes above his exposed shoulders. It had been so long since you’d felt so physically and mentally attracted to someone. The way he was looking at you made your panties dampen at the scandalous thoughts that his honeyed chocolate eyes made race through your head.

If Thorin hadn’t said, “Ready positions”, in that barking tone of his, you’d have jumped Kili’s bones and rode him off into the sunset.

You both got into the starting positions you preferred. Thorin shouted ‘Commence’ in Dwarfish. Kili came at you with harsh blows, which you perfectly countered like you’d been taught. You were able to quickly move yourself, so you were standing at his side. You took the opening and swung for his exposed ribs, but he easily blocked your attack. You pressed your blade against his to force him back and give up some ground. He stood steadfast in his heavy boots, however, and pushed back against you, getting his face close to yours to tease you.

“Good job, you remembered how to keep your grip on the sword.” He said with mock celebration. You gritted your teeth, determined to keep your footing. He glanced at your lips where your teeth were worrying your lower lip; A habit he noticed when you were focused or nervous.

“I’ve been taught well, Archer.” You shot back, as suave as you could manage under the conditions. He threw you back so he could reset his stance.

“We’ll see about that, Ibinê,” he said, flustering you again with that mischievous grin as his native language easily rolled off his tongue.

You charged at him, and your blades collided with a loud metallic clang. Your sudden advance surprised him, he backed up a few steps. Cheers came from your audience.

“Ibinê?” You strained while your blades met again in a brute force pressing match. “What does that mean?”

Kili shoved you back and swiftly turned around, a trick he hadn’t yet revealed in your spar. He abandoned his blade somewhere off to the side and spun around again but crouched in his movement so he could swipe your legs from beneath you. You fell to the ground with a muted thud, your weapon knocked from your grasp. Kili scrambled to straddle your hips, pinning down your legs with his and your wrists above your head. You tried to fight against him, but his strength and weight are much greater than yours.

He panted above you, smiling like a cat who got the canary, “If only it were you straddling me,” he whispered under his breath and winked at you discreetly. Your chest was heaving, making your breasts ebb and flow with the rhythm. The erotic tension was palpable between you.

“We have a victor!” someone said from the sidelines to break your daze. Kili blushed and stood and helped you from the ground. Your audience clapped a little then dispersed to the camp a few feet away.

You leisurely walked away from the encampment along the edge of the forest to catch your breath. The extra sway in your hips and a casual glance over your shoulder enticed Kili to follow you. He walked beside you. You looked up at him delighted he got the hint and followed you. He leaned over to say in a voice that was deeper than normal, “Ibinê means my gem.” His words took a moment to register, a delayed blush colored your chest and neck.

He bit his lip as a thought played behind his eyes. Growing bold from the adrenaline still in his veins, he wrapped his hand around yours. He picked up speed till he was running with you trailing behind. He took you far from the others. The sun was setting, painting the sky in those vivid colors that only dusk and dawn brought.

Kili slowed to a stop and used his grip on your hand to bring you in front of him. He took a step into your personal space.

“Labathmizi means I adore you.” He gingerly placed his hand on your cheek like he was handling the thinnest, most precious glass in the world. You were blushing profusely, your gaze danced from his eyes to his lips. “Abnâmulzi means you are beautiful.” He pecked his lips against yours for a moment then backed you against a tree and pinned you against it with his strong hand on your hip. The prolonged eye contact was making you pant. His voice was low and rough with arousal, “Azralizi du-nâmrul, Ibinê…” His head ducked down so his lips brushed against yours. “…means I want to fuck you, my gem.” He pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that surpassed any expectation you had. You lifted your leg over his hip, his hand went from your hip to your thigh, an encouraging movement, and it felt like it was searing into your cloth covered skin. It slid up to your ass cheek and urged you to grind against him. Your hand was on his bare shoulder and the other tangled in his hair, scratching and pulling lightly on the soft brown tresses at the nap of his neck. You whimpered as his hardening member pressed against your soaking core. Kili met your movements, making himself hiss at the delicious friction you were both craving.

When you broke the kiss for air as lust flooded your mind and loins, “That’s really hot” was all you could manage.

You were becoming addicted to his kiss. The way his thumb would glide against your cheek and the soft, barely there little whimpers he was making as you deepened the kiss were driving you mad with need. His tongue won its fight against yours when he gyrated his hips perfectly to grind into you, causing a moan to bubble from you. When he broke away, he looked at you, panting.

He suddenly went silent and perfectly still. His eyebrows pinched in a sudden focused confusion as he looked past the tree you were pinned to. This immediately concerned you.

You opened your mouth to ask if he was ok, but he put his finger to his lips to silence you. He closed his eyes and turned his head to focus on something; dwarfs and their connection to the environment around them still confused you.

His eyes shot open in a panic, and he tore himself away from you so he could pick you up bridal style.

You clung to him as he broke out in a sprint back to camp, “A pack of orc’s are coming.”

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rynneer · 1 year ago

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Blood of Durin

A reader-insert fanfiction

Y/N doesn’t know how she found herself in Middle Earth, how she found herself among the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, or how she let herself be captivated by the elder Durin prince—but she does know one thing.

She’s carrying his child

Chapter Three: Mine

Nighttime secrets.

do you remember, we were sitting there by the water? you put your arm around me for the first time

-Mine, Taylor Swift

Soft, silvery moonlight floods your bedchambers, casting everything in an eerie glow. You groan and pull the blanket over your head, doing your best to block out the light that has kept you from sleep for the past two hours. Normally, you’d be in awe of how clear the night sky is in Middle Earth, how bright the moon. But tonight, all you want is sleep. It was a long, hard day of riding before the Company made it to Rivendell. You close your eyes and focus on the sounds of the valley.

Running water and cascading waterfalls.

Crickets and cicadas.

Footsteps outside your room.

You sit bolt upright and fumble for your dagger by the bedside, cursing as it clatters to the floor.

“I hope you weren’t planning on stabbing me.” Fíli appears in the doorway, hands up in surrender. “May I come in?”

You sigh in relief. “Yeah, yeah, sure. Jesus, Fíli, you scared the shit out of me.”

The golden-haired dwarf steps through the threshold, slowly lowering his hands. He looks calm, but you can see a nervous twitch in his right hand. “I was wondering if you would join me for a walk?”

“Now? Fíli, it’s–” you check your watch, “–one a.m. Why are you even awake?”

“I could not find sleep.” With just a few strides, he’s beside your bed, hand outstretched. You take it and let him pull you to your feet, smoothing your nightgown with your other hand. He glances at your chest for a moment and quickly turns his head away, cheeks flushing. You’re suddenly very conscious of your appearance. The elves gifted you several nightgowns made of sheer, white fabric, leaving little to the imagination. Your cheeks flush as well and you cross your arms over your chest tightly, mumbling something about a chill.

The stones are cool beneath your bare feet as you and Fíli make your way down a winding path to the river at the bottom of the valley. “I found a nice place to sit,” he says, taking your hand and leading you to an outcropping of large, flat rocks that hang over the water. You lower yourself down and let your legs dangle over the edge, toes just barely brushing the water’s surface. Fíli settles beside you. For the first time, you notice that he, too, is wearing clothes of elvish make. A plain, silver tunic over matching pants. He starts when you touch his sleeve, rubbing the silky fabric between your fingers.

“Better not let Thorin see you in this,” you chuckle. “He’d throw a fit if he knew his heir was wearing elvish jammies.”

Fíli shrugs. “He can say what he wants—it’s comfortable.” His eyes find yours, and he lifts a hand to brush against the flowing sleeve of your own elvish nightwear. He trails his fingers along the back neckline until they reach your other shoulder, where he changes trajectory, bringing his hand down to your waist. Fíli doesn’t break eye contact, but his touch is shaky, hesitant, as if waiting for an answer.

With your heart in your throat, you settle into him, laying your head on his shoulder. Giving him permission. “Is this still part of Thorin wanting you and Kíli to keep an eye on me?” you murmur.

Fíli smiles slowly, tightening his arm around you and pulling you closer. “No,” he whispers. There’s a pleasant pressure as he rests his head against yours. “This is just me.”

The two of you sit like that for a while in silence, holding each other up. You wonder if he can hear your pulse racing. You had always admired the pair of princes as the youngest and prettiest dwarves from the movies. The two were obviously intended to be heart-throbs, and it worked. But it was completely different actually being in Middle Earth, seeing them in flesh and blood and learning their personalities. Kíli is hotheaded and impulsive. Fíli shares his fire, but tempers it with more caution as he watches out for his little brother. It was that caring nature that first attracted you, making you long to be the object of his attention, his protection.

And here, beside the river, wrapped in his warmth, a wicked thought enters your mind.

“Fíli?”

“Hm?”

“You can swim, right?” You pull away from him, tilting your head with what you hope is an innocent face.

“Of course. Why–”

He doesn’t get a chance to finish as you push him into the water, dodging the splash and giggling. Fíli pops back up and shakes his long hair from his face, looking back up at you in shock. “You little devil!” he cries, grabbing your foot and pulling you down into the cool water with him. You shriek as you go under. Your feet find the bottom quickly, and one push into the mud sends you back above the surface, the water reaching up to your shoulders. Opening your eyes, you find yourself face-to-face with the dwarf. Fíli’s impossibly blue eyes are wide, as if seeing you for the first time. Then his gaze shifts down to your chest, where the wet fabric clings to every little curve. He bites his lip.

You blink innocently. “I guess we should go change out of our wet clothes before the elves find us.”

Fíli frowns. After a few seconds, a slow, devilish smile spreads across his face. He moves his arms beneath the water to grip your waist, heaving you up onto the riverbank before pushing himself up. He lets you gather your dripping skirt before scooping you up with a grunt. You lean into his broad chest and wrap your arms around his neck. Through his wet tunic you can hear his racing heartbeat. It’s oddly comforting, knowing he’s just as nervous as you are. Or excited…

But you’re disappointed when Fíli leaves you alone in your chambers with a polite bow. Crestfallen, you slip into a dry nightgown and retrieve your dagger from the floor, replacing it on the bedside table.

“I thought we agreed there’d be no stabbing?”

A shirtless Fíli leans in your doorway with a sly smile. He closes the distance between you, placing his hands on your hips. His expression turns tender as he leans close, resting his forehead against yours. Heat coils in your core, and you press into him. Droplets of water from his still-dripping braids sneak down the back of your nightgown, making you shiver. Fíli’s grip moves up to your waist and he lifts you up, placing you on the bed. He pulls back, lightly running his knuckle down your jawbone. In his eyes is a question, a request for permission.

Instead of speaking, you reach out and finger the bead at the end of one of his braids. Fíli reaches up and catches your hand, sliding the bead off and into your palm in a single motion. “Turn,” he orders softly.

You do, and he gathers your long, wet hair in his hands. His deft fingers work quickly, intertwining strands like weaving together cloth. In no time, you have two delicate braids joined at the back of your head.

He reaches for the bead in your hand, but stops. “Y/N,” he murmurs in your ear. “Do you understand what this means? If I put this bead in your hair?”

Breath hitching, you nod. Fíli takes the bead and ties off the braids. He turns you to face him, and in his eyes is a new look of wonder, a new tenderness, but it’s still tempered by hesitation. The unasked question remains unanswered.

You answer it now. Leaning in close, you tangle your hands in his hair and press your lips to his.

Fíli smiles against your mouth and deepens the kiss, pushing you down onto the bed. “I’ve waited so long for this,” he murmurs, breaking the kiss and pulling back to look at you. “For you.” He drags his fingers lightly down your jaw, your neck, brushing your collarbone so gently with his calloused hands. It draws a whimper from you, and you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him back down, the two of you rolling over to put you on top.

“I’ve waited longer,” you breathe, kissing him again, running your hands down his sides, now slick with sweat. His warm hands sneak up your arms and pull the loose sleeves from your shoulders at the same moment that you hook your thumbs around the waistband of his pants. The rest is a blur, until the two of you collapse in a sweaty, euphoric daze, drifting into a warm and hazy sleep.

Kíli knows something is wrong as soon as he wakes and his brother is not beside him. You and Bilbo received private quarters, while the dwarves were doubled up in rooms lower down in the valley. He kicks off the blanket, and stumbles sleepily to the door.

“Fíli?” His shout is met with nothing more than the faint twittering of birds in the misty dawn light. Frowning, he climbs the pathway to where he saw you head last night after dinner and drinks—maybe Fíli passed by your room on his way to… wherever he is.

“Y/N? Have you seen–” Kíli can’t even finish. His jaw hangs open as he takes in the sight before him: his brother, his big brother, tangled in the sheets with a woman. With Y/N. “Heh. Heh heh heh.”

Kíli’s building laughter rouses you from sleep. You blink blearily, sitting up with a deep sigh. You look around in confusion for the source of the noise and yelp when you find Kíli doubled over in your doorway. Color blooming on your cheeks, you snatch up the blanket to cover your chest and smack Fíli on the arm. “Go get your brother,” you groan in lieu of a good morning.

Fíli leaps from the bed with a strangled cry and tackles his brother, nearly choking him to shut him up. “Have you never heard of knocking?” he hisses.

Rolling your eyes, you gather the blanket around your shoulders and get out of bed, yanking Fíli off of Kíli before he smothers him. “I was having such a lovely dream,” you grumble.

“Was it before or after the se–” Kíli doesn’t to get to finish his sentence before Fíli is on top of him again. He shoves his older brother away, then freezes, staring at your hair.

“What?” you ask with a glare.

“Fíli,” Kíli says quietly. “Thorin is going to kill you.” He picks himself up from the floor and reaches for your hair, lifting the bead at the end of the braids to the light.

Fíli scrambles up off of the floor as well and swats Kíli’s hand, pulling you against his side protectively. “I– she–” he stammers. Kíli raises an eyebrow, and Fíli takes a deep breath. “We won’t tell him. Or anyone. Right?” He fixes Kíli with a stern glare, an expression nearly identical to Thorin’s own glower.

“Fee, it’s not a matter of telling or not telling. A courting braid? That is telling enough. You know that.”

It’s strange to hear Kíli be the voice of reason, scolding his brother. Gently, you release yourself from Fíli’s hold, laying a hand on his arm. With the other, you reach behind your head and remove the bead from your hair, pressing it into Fíli’s palm. Then you lower yourself back onto the side of the bed, pulling him with you. “Fíli,” you murmur. From the look on his face, his dejected eyes, you’d think you’d kicked a puppy in front of him. “Fíli,” you say again. “I don’t want to make any trouble for you with Thorin.”

“But–”

“Shh,” you interrupt, squeezing his arm and doing your best to smile. “Let’s see this whole quest bullshit thing through first, hm?”

“Gandalf doesn’t seem too eager to leave Rivendell for at least another week,” Kíli adds. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities to fu–” This time it’s you who shuts up the younger prince with a well-timed pillow aimed at his face. Kili holds up his hands in surrender, finally relenting and ducking out of the room.

Satisfied, you lean in for a soft kiss, Fíli’s mustache braids tickling your cheeks. He returns the kiss, placing his hand on your back to pull you in. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips.

“I love you too,” you whisper back. “Now get out of here before Thorin wakes up.”

#fanfiction #Fíli #Kíli #fili x you #fili x reader #the hobbit #reader insert #i’m sorry tolkien #sex without smut #extreme cuddling #blood of durin

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harrypoppinss · 2 years ago

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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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shiinata-library · 2 years ago

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Just the three of us - How it began

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Relationships: Bilbo x fem!Reader x Thorin

Content: Rated E - Smut, PWP

On AO3

When Bilbo confessed his feelings for you, you were surprised and very happy, but he did it while you had decided to stay in Lake-town with Fíli and Kíli as he was about to follow the company to Erebor. He had confessed in front of everyone, and he barely had the time to kiss you that Thorin ordered to leave.

One kiss wasn’t enough according to your feelings for him, so when you arrived in Erebor, you both hid sometimes to enjoy time together. At each new meeting, your kisses were more and more eager until that night where you hid in a dark corner in the treasure room while everyone was sleeping.

It was a cold, dark winter night. Most of the company was exhausted from searching for the Arkenstone in Smaug’s treasure. Oops, I meant in the Dwarves’ treasure.

You don’t know how you ended here but you took advantage of being sure to be alone to deepen the kiss. Bilbo replied with the same passion and his hands started to roam your body at some place he didn’t before. As you were sitting on the floor, your back against a pillar, Bilbo was sitting in front of you between your legs. One of his hands found a way to slip under your shirt while the other was stroking your breast over your cloth. As for you, you opened his shirt as fast as possible.

Despite the cold of the room, you quickly ended up both of you only wearing a long shirt open. Bilbo wanted to take his time with you, but he was also afraid to be found out. As you were lying down on the floor covered by your clothes, Bilbo came above you with a lusty smile.

As he didn’t really need to prepare you since you were already very wet for him, he entered you with a pleasant sigh. It was like your body always knew him. You did everything to stay quiet, but it was very difficult. Even if you were biting your lips or kissing Bilbo, some moans escaped from your mouth.

When Bilbo and you found a good way to move together, you heard, “Are you enjoying yourself?”.

Thorin walked toward you as if you and Bilbo were just chatting over tea. Despite the darkness of the room, you could see his sick gaze on you. He was so full of himself that you even felt it in his steps.

Bilbo had withdrawn from you when he saw Thorin. Still on the floor, he put himself in front of you. But naked as he was, he couldn’t protect you. Waiting for a reaction from Thorin, you both remained motionless.

Thorin eventually stopped in front of you, lowering his gaze to the both of you. As you attentively looked at him, you noticed the bulge in his trousers. Oh, that was a big bulge! How could he be so aroused? Or for whom was he so excited?

“Were you watching us before joining us?” your mouth said faster than you thought.

The possibility of him looking at you when Bilbo was in you warmed your body again. You were always attracted to him too, and this situation was too arousing. Unthinkable, but so arousing.

“Everything in this room belongs to me,” he started as he was opening his belt. “And the both of you are in this room.”

To your surprise, Bilbo stood up. They looked at each other until Bilbo put himself on his tiptoes and kissed Thorin. Their kiss lasted so long that Thorin had the time to open his trousers and free his hardness.

When Bilbo pulled away from Thorin, you noticed the dwarf wasn’t the only one to be hard.

“Keep me but let her go,” the hobbit said before kissing him again.

“No,” Thorin firmly groaned as he pushed Bilbo. “You should continue what you were doing while I enjoy it too.”

Bilbo was about to speak when you stood up and joined Bilbo.

“It’s fine, Bilbo. I’m okay with that.”

Bilbo remained surprised for a short time, but your smile reassured him. Thorin walked to you and kissed you. Although his lips were chapped, they were delicious!

��On your hands and knees,” he ordered and you executed. “Bilbo, take her from behind, slowly. And don’t touch her clit.”

Once you were on the floor still covered by your clothes, Bilbo didn’t wait long to take back his place in you. His thrusts started slowly while your sensitive body remembered him very well. Bilbo’s moans echoed with yours until Thorin sat before you, his trousers opened and his hardness in front of you.

You knew what he expected from you, but you preferred waiting for his authorisation, or his order.

“Open your mouth,” he said and you did it. “Bilbo, go deeper, and you, Y/n, you know what to do.”

Between Bilbo’s back and forth and Thorin’s very big member in your mouth, your mind was completely away. Only sensations of pleasure were running in your body. With your hands’ help, you pumped Thorin as fast as you could and in a short time, he finished in your mouth.

“Shallow everything I gave you,” he ordered, as if he could do nothing but give orders.

Once your mouth was empty, he leaned to kiss you. You had no choice but to straighten up, and Bilbo stopped moving. When he ended your kiss, he made a sign to Bilbo to approach. He kissed him as soon as he could, and you were pressed between them. Bilbo’s member eventually slipped away from you while Thorin slowly stroked the place you waited the most.

Your moans echoed in the whole room and you hoped everyone was truly sleeping. When Thorin pulled away from Bilbo, he looked at the both of you with a smirk. He wasn't finished with you, and so much the better because he was the only one who had finished!

“Sit,” Thorin ordered, so you did it. “Lay on your back.”

While you were lying, Thorin came behind you, pressing himself behind you. He removed your long shirt, and you could feel his warm chest on your back.

“Bilbo, make her come and fill her up,” he ordered as his hands found your breast and your clit.

As if Bilbo wanted to defy Thorin, he first leaned over you and kissed you. It wasn’t delicate as you used to from him, but it wasn’t as feral as Thorin. When the dwarf groaned, Bilbo pulled away from you and pushed inside you slowly.

Not slowly because he must be careful with you, slowly because he was so aroused that he almost came when he entered you again.

Bilbo was at the end of its limits but he wanted to hold for you. While you were feeling your climax growing, you were also feeling Thorin’s arousing hardening against your back. He started to rub himself while his fingers on your clit quickened.

“Bilbo, she wants harder,” Thorin said before nibbling your shoulder, his low voice echoing into your back and your ear.

You didn’t know how you held until now. Every sensation was so powerful that you weren’t sure to realise everything. When your orgasm came, you couldn’t help but tremble and whimper their name. You never felt something that strong.

As Bilbo felt it, he found his own climax, filling you up for the first time since he fell in love with you.

When you came back to your senses, you realised Thorin had finished on your back and Bilbo was panting on your chest. The only things you can hear in the room now was the difficult breathing of the three of you.

“From now, you’re both mine. Understand?” Thorin hardly said with you still laying on him, and Bilbo on you.

“And you’re ours,” Bilbo said as he raised up his head with a smirk, looking at Thorin and you.

“I’m yours,” the future king answered in a tired voice.

#the hobbit fanfic #smut #pwp #thorin x reader x bilbo

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shiinata-library · 2 years ago

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Thanks for tagging me! 🤗

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the-goddess-of-mischief-writing · 3 years ago

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Word of the day {19}

Oneshot summary; After a difficult day, Fíli surprises you with quite... unconventional way to make you forget and focus on something else.

Pairing: Fíli x reader

Rating: Explicit

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Oneshot

Word; 5.3k

Warnings; Smut (please no minors interact only 18+), blindfolds.

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing

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When you opened the door to Fíli's chambers, you saw the dwarf in the corner of your eye. Even if you noted his presence, you had no regard for what he was doing. Concentration set nowhere but straight forth.

Fíli, however, had snapped his eyes up the moment your figure could be seen through the door slightly ajar. He'd been about to welcome you back, but seeing how you just continued straight forth through the room as soon as you entered, his lips that had parted closed, merely following you. You were mumbling to yourself, but everything disappeared beneath your breath.

His brows furrowed, following you silently. That was until you -without a second thought- threw yourself on the bed face-first, a muffled groan escaped the pillowy surface your face remained embedded in. A chuckle he couldn't help left him while he stood from his seated position to head over to you.

"Rough day? The blonde dwarf didn't get more than a dramatic groan in response. "Care to give a more extensive explanation?"

"Everything", he heard your one-worded muffled response. not able to do anything but shake his head at it.

"I mean with your face not buried in the pillow", at this, you shifted to not press yourself into the softness of the bed's mattress, instead hiving Fíli a tired look.

"No", you said, swiftly retaking your former position. You heard a sigh before feeling hands starting to turn you against your will. And despite making yourself heavy as a rock, you were no match to Fíli'a strengths.

He turned you to face him, keeping his hands at the side of your waist just as if you would try and spin around again. Although, you didn't do that. Even if you considered it but decided against it, seeing how he simply would do the same thing again. Instead, you simply looked up at him with a pout.

"Not fair", he cocked his head at you.

"Neither is your silent grieving. So tell me, amrâlimê, what has driven you to such point I do not even get a hello when you enter our chambers?"

"What has not is the question", you sighed, hands coming to rest on his, thumbs tracing patterns on the top of Fíli's hands, slowly trailing up to his wrists. His brows narrowed. That much you saw even if your gaze had fallen from his to his finger that enlaced with yours. "There have just been much on my schedule, meetings here whatever other appointment there. I did not have more time to spare than a few minutes to eat something in the middle of the day. Everything has just been... it has been exhausting and I wish to relax".

"I could perhaps grant you that", one of your brows arched upon his words, eyes flittering back to meet his.

"What do you mean, Fíli?" With a small smile and fast tightening of your hands before detangling himself from you, he stood up.

Now curious of where he was heading, you sat up, crossing your legs as you observed him walk to the chest most of his clothes were in.

"It is just something I have thought about", the blonde knelt down and reached into the now open chest. You tried spotting what the prince pulled from it. However, his frame covered whatever it had been.

"And that is?" The lid to the chest closed with a low thud, seeing how the Fíli slowed its movements so it didn't slam shut. Although, your concentration was not on that once he turned. In his hand, there was a single piece of dark fabric.

"This", Fíli said, only making it even further apparent that the cloth -which now reflected the light of its shiny surface as he came closer- had something o do what he previously said.

"And how, exactly, will that help? Will you strangle me to death and clear me of any additional days?" Even if he chuckled, he shook his head.

"No, nothing as violent", once more he sat down at the bed before you, both of his hands now coming to toy with the -what you now noticed upon closer distance- was a silken fabric. "It is something else entirely, to speak the truth...". When you were sitting like this, you were at the same height as those blue eyes of his, those shining a tad bit brighter thanks to the contrasting colour entering his cheeks.

You tipped your head, confused by your otherwise confident dwarf appearing almost... shy at the aspect of explaining what the tiny piece of fabric meant. Unable not to, one of your hands came to rest on his cheek, feeling the heat of it entered your considerably nippier hand.

"Please, tell me", Fíli's gaze flickered between yours.

Not until they settled, staring into your eyes, did he speak. "It is a blindfold".

"What?" It was an instinctual reaction. Because of all the things you had thought this dark strip of silk was, a blindfold had never crossed your mind. Not even once. "What would that be for?"

"I thought we could use it".

"For what exactly, Fíli?" You saw him swallow harshly, eyes averting from yours for just a moment before they returned.

"So you could focus on nothing but what you feel in the moment", one of his warm hands came to rest on your thigh as he mumbled this. And, as if the warmth seeping through your clothes sent a shock of realisation, you understood what he hinted at.

Now it was your turn to feel your body heat up.

You and Fíli were not shy about acting on the urges you had. The nights before an oncoming series of days with duties could often be spent close to one another, tasting each other's lips and with the sounds of both his and your pleasure echoing in the confinements of the chambers thick stone walls. Although to think that everything you would have experienced with the prince of Erebor now could be done without your foremost sense, that was something you did not know was daring or exciting, or a little bit of both.

"H-how did this idea blossom?" You stumbled over the first in the sentences, throat seemingly constricting with whatever nerves that made you unable to look Fíli in the eye, simply watch the dark fabric.

"It came up in a conversation I had with Kíli", your mouth dropped open and damned were all nervousnesses when your eyebrows shot up, gaze snapping to meet his.

"Now, I am certainly worried what kind of things you talk with him about!"

"I do not talk to him about those things, at least not when it is about you, you crazy women", he explained.

"What do I know. Kíli is your brother", you shrugged, knowing well siblings like to aid each other in their relationships. You had your fair share of friends who have done that. Though it seemed the blonde was not one of those.

"You and Kíli are friends. I think he would begin scolding the both of us if we talked much of what we did", you chuckled, knowing he was indeed right. The younger prince may like to tease you, but never did he venture too far into a territory he never wanted to imagine his brother in.

"So explain the. How did this-" you motioned to the fabric Fíli held. "-enter the mentioned conversation?"

"It was all a joke from Kíli, how I just should blindly take you somewhere you did not know of to relax. We both know you are prone to overwork yourself certain days, so one or two days away would not be too bad", you were about to object but got silenced by a simple look for Fíli saying 'you know I am right'.

"Fine, but what made you settle on this rather than an exclusive escape you and your brother spoke of?"

"You know our schedules have a certain love to overlap each other. I have meetings with my uncle almost every day, likewise with the councils. When I am done, you have most possibly been swept up by whatever else this kingdom needs to have a sharp mind like yours to think about", he tapped the side of your head, causing your lips to tug in their corners. "There is simply no time for me to slip away or you to excuse yourself when your duties come".

"That is something I know all too well", you sighed. It could be hard to uphold relationships like you and Fíli did. There was no such thing as I or we. Whatever duties you had must be done whether or not you did them together and if you wanted to. In periods it left little time to spend with your other half, other than in the evenings when you both returned to your shared chambers. And when you did, you did often not have the energy to go out and do something.

"So I thought, maybe we do not need to risk the wrath of Thorin by doing as we wish, sometimes, and venture outside the kingdom's walls and enjoy ourselves at the expense of our responsibilities. Maybe we can do something in here".

Something we have not done before, you knew that was what Fíli meant. You often enjoyed either the silence of the other, purely basking in it. Or, you relished in the touch and presence which brought such pleasurable outcomes. But this, which your blonde prince suggested you would do, was something entirely unexplored for the both of you.

A shiver shot down your spine, containing nothing but pure thrill upon the thought of saying yes to his proposition. That rush also causes you to say yes.

"Yes", his eyes widened, almost as if he did not believe what you said or he did not think he heard right.

"What?"

"I-I am open to trying it if you do not wish to take back your words", you clarified, causing a wide grin to break out over his face.

"I am absolutely not", he surged forward with such speed you did not register his lips were upon yours until one of his hands raised and cupped the side of your cheeks. However, you swiftly melted into the kiss upon feeling his warmth and taste.

Naturally, your hands locked behind his head, pulling him closer. Yet Fíli did not budge. Instead, he pulled away, looking at you with his head tilted.

"Remember what we are doing", he raised one of his hands with a grin, showing you the silk cloth. You nodded, feeling how your face became hotter. The blonde dwarf always had this influence over you, the one making you forget about nearly everything in his presence. It had been so before you started courting and continued to be the case afterwards as well.

"You should probably undress before", the sentence sounding more like a thought said aloud made you snap out of your thoughts. Your eyes widened. However, as your brain caught up, your shocked expression switched to an understanding one.

"Would be for the better if I do not want you to get frustrated", albeit pulling you to a standing position, the prince arched one of his brows.

"And why would I get frustrated?"

"Because you would need to undo the lacings of my dress", the rather intricate dwarfish way of lacing a dress tested one patience to the highest degree.

"It seems you forgot who undo them-". Fíli winked at you, yet you merely had the time to roll your eyes as he tugged you closer to him. Just before you crashed into him, he made you spin, causing your back to be turned towards him. He stopped you from losing balance by placing his hands on your hips. "-and I may say I am rather good at it", he continued his previous sentence.

"Prove it then", you challenged him, something the older prince did not hesitate on taking you upon.

The lacing ended in the small of your back with a bow, one Fíli, without much struggle, was able to untie. But then the part you deemed as the hardest came. It was often maids that asked if they could do the honours of lacing your back up and though appreciating their help in the mornings, you did not so much at the end of the day.

However, none of the struggles you were put through seemed to meet Fíli as he expertly wiggled his finger beneath the lacing and undid them.

"I am more than slightly impressed", you said, feeling how the fabric slipped down your body when he loosened the string enough.

"If anyone knows how to unlace dwarfish lacings, it would be a dwarf", pressing on your hips, Fíli made you face him. The same self-satisfied smile as you had seen before still tugged his lips upwards.

"Oh funny you", despite trying to wipe the smirk off his face, you did not succeed. Although, neither did you need to keep your wit up when his eyes fell to your chemise.

You do not know why, but you felt shy all of a sudden. Not particularly much from that you soon would be naked before Fíli, more so that you would be naked and blindfolded whilst he was fully clothed. But your hesitance was noticed.

"Would it be more comfortable if I undressed somewhat as well?"

"Yes", you said, something that simply made Fíli pull you down for a quick kiss before he started to shed layers of his clothing as well.

Thankfully, he had already taken most of his leather pieces of -such as his belt and west- leaving him in not much more than his tunic and pants. That was why he, not long after he began to discard his clothes, stood before you solely in his underpants. Feeling much more comfortable with your nearly equal state of undressed, you slipped your chemise of, as well as your knickers, to be completely bare.

A pleased hum came from Fíli as he took a step closer, slowly raising one of his hands to trail his knuckles down the curve of your body. It was not an action fueled by heat, simply one of softness, one mirrored in his gaze when he, in a silent question, asked if you were ready. You smiled in answer, sitting down at the edge of the bed to further attest to your wordless reply.

Fíli stepped forwards, gripping the silk in each end and raising it to cover your eyes. Darkness descended as the fabric was tied behind your head. You felt it was the primal instinct in your body -the one telling you to rip the clothing off to be able to defend yourself- that caused your fingers to twitch upwards. However, your movement was swiftly stopped by a pair of hands taking hold of them. You twitched at the sudden contact, eyes widening as your head turned to the left and right.

"Are you good?" The sudden voice- rather Fíli's voice breaking the quiet for the first time since he tied the fabric around your head- made you still. You tried to look in the direction of where it had come from, which you knew was forward but still had a hard time finding. Either the blonde must think you looked panicked or as disoriented as you felt while searching for his despite having seen him seconds ago, probably the former seeing how a worry tinted his tone.

And you did indeed feel benumbed. Instinct saying this was not the most ideal of things for survival. Although even if you had no orientation and you were sure that if you had not felt the bed beneath you, you would feel as lost as if you were locked in a dark room. You reassured the prince whose eyes you could feel upon you by now.

"I am. It is just... unusual", you did not find the right word but settled on the closest one to try and explain what you felt. Silence was the sole thing meeting you for a few seconds, one that you did not know what to think about until a rushed answer escaped Fíli.

"I understand", he must have nodded or something along those lines previously, forgetting that you did not have the visual aid to see any kind of noiseless act at the time being.

However, the feeling of being lost slowly started to ease away when he gently moved you to lay down. And, it was once feeling your naked body come in contact with the furs upon the bed your other senses truly quicked in, nearly making you hyper-aware.

Compared to earlier, when you barely felt anything at all, now you noted how hard your heart pounded in your chest. You could hear the shuffling of sheets and despite not feeling it against you, you felt how the dip of the bed changed when something -presumably Fíli- settled above you and just out of reach. Perhaps touch would be a better way of phrasing.

The oncoming seconds passed in silence, no new move or anything like that to notify you of what was happening. You even tried holding your breath to hear what was going on, but it did not help, not when your pulse was a repetitive beat in your ears. Squirming, you were about to say something about the silence and lack of anything, really. However, the breath you filled your lungs with did not turn into words.

With a gasp, you suddenly felt something touch your stomach. You knew the weight of Fíli's braid beads everywhere. Yet, when not seeing them rest against your skin, their chilliness got even more prominent. But it was nothing against the sensation of his lips.

The muscles in your stomach twitched as he left gentle kisses, probably closer to just a press of his mouth, all over your abdomen. But Fíli continued to leave fluttery light brushes of his lips until you stopped fidgetting to the tickle of his hair and caress and instead arched into it.

You felt a smile ghost your skin equally as easy as the kisses when he slowly continued upwards. Probably not only how soft sighs were leaving you by now, but how a shudder skittered across your skin when he started to kiss along your naked breasts.

If you had looked at what the blonde dwarf was doing, you would probably see him straddle you, hair spilling over his shoulders to brush even more parts of your body and his lips trailing just the edge of your chest. Now, all you could do was feel, feel how multiple more strands of hair fell to tickle different parts of your upper body, how he merely teased the base of your bust.

You tried arching into Fíli once more, but as if already knowing what you would do, he pulled away just mere seconds before so that he did not get tricked into paying any attention to your perked nipples. A whine bubbled up in your throat when not getting the relief you wanted, body slumping backwards and a pout curling your lips.

A chuckle -Fíli's chuckle- filled the air and vibrated against you as he continued leaving kisses all around your breast. It went too slow. By the heavens, how could he go so slow?

You could not help that your body started to vibrate, nor hos one of your hands raised to find his hair and steer him to your sensitive nipple. However, before you managed to get ahold of him, he caught your wrist, pushing into the mattress again.

Even if his fingers carded to yours, it was solely to get a firmer grip on your hand to force it in place. And, knowing you as well as he did, Fíli swiftly captured your other hand as well. Leaving you unable to do anything in regards of rushing him.

You knew he liked this, not only to keep you -just like this- beneath him but also to take his time. So many things in your life were on schedules with set times. Now, however, when Fíli were in control and you willingly had surrendered to him before even the need and pleasure built all too quickly, he would take his time.

And slowly he went, torturously so. Soft kisses attentively peppered along your skin, not wanting to miss even the slightest part of your breast as he made his way to your achingly hard nipple in circular motions.

Late, all too late, did Fíli start using his tongue to create a wet trail in his wake. But you would forgive him, not because he had kept to feathery light touches so far but because he soon afterwards licked the peak of your chest. Your back arched and this time, his caress did not disappear. Instead, taken as an invitation to do more.

His lips sealed around you, causing a breathy moan to escape you. Finally, finally.

The softness disappeared somewhat as he sucked, even letting his teeth grace the sensitive nub. But, the thing that made your eyes slip close behind the veil, however, was when he, in quick succession, removed his lips and solely let his teeth pull your nipple upwards. You keened, not from the prickle of pain, seeing how that was just the right amount to send a shiver down your spine. No, it was from how he nuzzled his beard into your skin.

Despite having intertwined your fingers to stop you from hurrying him, you did not even notice when Fíli let go of your hand, the sole thing you were able to concentrate on was how his beard and moustache felt against you. The hand trailed along the side of your body instead of jumping from one point to another.

If you had been in a state where you could think about that many things at once, you would have realised your prince did it to make you aware of his intentions. Something you would have appreciated. Now though, the second his touch settled upon your inner thigh, a jolt shot through your body.

"Relax", his voice was a low husk as he released your breast to say it.

"Easy to say when you are not the one blindfolded", you whispered, not because you tried to maintain the mood, rather that you did not trust your voice at the moment.

For a few seconds, you awaited a response from Fíli. However, when none came, you breathed out, trying to settle into the bed and solely concentrate on his hand, which now rubbed almost soothingly against your inner thigh, never venturing high enough for you to hold your breath in anticipation. But the thought of it was enough, and feeling the tightness in your body, you felt the blonde shuffle somewhat.

First, you felt his breath fan over the side of your face, then his whispered words reached your ear. "Try, for me then", a shiver considerable enough to rock through your body and leave goosebumps in its wake accompanied his voice. It was something about not being able to see how close he were. Simply feel it when he spoke to you that made your body react in a way it never had.

You sucked in a harsh drag of air when kisses started to be trailed along your jaw. Not having felt Fíli's lips against yours in a long while, you breathed out his name. Without much hesitation, the moment he reached your chin, he moved upwards and slotted his lips against yours. This time, letting you taste him even further when his tongue dipped into your mouth.

Almost as if bewitched, your whole body followed his request. Your body grew heavier, legs parting just a bit more even if they did not need to regarding how he already was slotted between them.

Even when he left you panting for breath to continue with kisses down the column of your neck, did your remain placid, revelling in the touch he granted you.

Taking advantage of the slight break in his administration of your breasts, when he had travelled over the hollow of your throat and then down further, he decided to pay some attention to your unattended one. This time, though, he did not tease you by working his way to your hardened peak. Instead, Fíli's lips closed around your nipple directly.

Compared to earlier, no soft sigh left you but a breathy moan. For some reason, it was not only the blonde it sent a shiver through, but you as well. Heavens, you sounded needy. But how could you not when it felt so good. And, as if knowing your body started to warm -which Fíli probably did from how he was attached to you- the hand on your inner thigh did not rub absentminded circles anymore. It moved upwards with intent.

Your hips bucked on their own when feeling his hand settle over your core.

"Fí-", his name was cut off shortly by something between a whimper and moan when one of his fingers dipped from the rest. Thankfully, it did not only stay placid, but he began trailing it up and down your heat.

"Amrâlimê, all from this?" His sentence was stunted and nothing like those elaborate and eloquent once he spoke to anyone with otherwise. His voice was potent, thick, sugary sweet all at once. It proved the purpose behind what he just said was not the accusatory one it could come across as.

"Yes", you keened, not detecting how the touch of his lips was replaced by the combined feeling of his skin and hair thudding against your chest, making it obvious he tipped his head forth to look down your body. Thus, all you could feel now was how he dragged his fingers -seeing how another one had come to join the first- through your sopping slit.

You had not noticed how wet you had become from all of this, but upon Fíli pointing it out, it was almost embarrassing how you utterly soaked his digits. Still, no matter a flush sensation travelling up your throat and face, the continuous reply of your prince's word in your head, along with his actions, made you squirm.

Hips rolled into his touch but stuttered when the pads of his fingers touched the bundle of nerves shooting nothing but unwavering amounts of pleasure up your abdomen and then in a wave throughout your whole body.

"Oh", the wail was not even contained from how you bit your lip, nor from how your head whipped aimlessly from side to side when the prince sped up his circular motions.

Why had it never felt like this before? There was no idea to try and count all the times Fíli had pleasured you none of them could match the sensations now rocking your body.

All muscles in your body seized as you felt your whole body begin to quiver before your head was thrown back on its own accord. Every single puff of air was pushed from your lungs as a pitched whine quivered as it was created from your vocal cords. Your eyes slipped close even if there was no need to try and escape the brightness around you. The blindfold already blocked out everything that made you unable to concentrate on anything but the pleasure coursing through your veins, one you writhed from and towards at the same time.

It went on forever, to the Valar and beyond. Not until your head lolled to the side and body went limp did you realise the continuing spasms -a byproduct from the never-ending ecstasy- was created from the fingers still toying with your bundle of nerves and fingers still pumping in and out.

"F-Fíli", your voice was but a mere waver, airy and fragile sounding. Yet, it was enough to catch the blonde dwarfs attention as you wanted it. He pauses his administrations, pulling his fingers from your oversensitive heat and naturally, your body sinks even deeper into the bedding when your high is no longer prolonged.

"Did you not like it?" There was a pridefulness to his voice, one that left his earlier shyness as nothing but a distant memory. And, of course, he had a reason for it. Therefore he knew you liked what he had done. If not, you would not have reached your high nor been as passionate about all of this.

Your mouth was dry. Though, that was not only that which made it hard to answer. You felt drowsy. Body nothing but a heap of mushy limbs trying to work together. "I did", it left you in a soft breath, eyes fluttering open despite the blindfold still covering your vision. "However, I am sorry to say that I will possibly pass away if we go anywhere further than this today". Both from pleasure and exhaustion, you thought.

"No need for condolences, this was about you", the only warning you got that he leaned in and kissed you -seeing how he somehow made his move unable to be perceived- was how the beads which kept his moustache braids together bumped into your lowe face. The alert enabled you to briefly answer the peck.

Although Fíli let your lips push against his in a show you noted is advance, he pulled back almost as quickly. At first, you wondered why he let your pouted lips to get cooled in the air. Yet, when you felt a slight jostle at the side of your head, soon followed by the piece covering your eyes to loosen, you understood.

Instinctually, your eyes closed to not get blinded once the dark fabric slipped from your face. You could see the light from the room through your eyelids. And, to a beginning, even that felt like it burned your eyes. Slowly though, you grew used to it and cracked your eyes open just the slightest amount.

"How is it going?" You felt the touch of something... no, not something, now when you could see even the tiniest bit, you noticed it was his fingertip trailing alongside your face, pushing some strands of your hair away.

"Mm just bright", you responded, noticing even yourself how your words dragged slightly more than usual. Fíli must hear -possibly even see- the drowsy expression only pleasure could leave behind. Or, in fact, you knew he did the moment you attentively opened your eyes the rest of the way, regarding how you were met by him gazing down at you, lips tugging wide.

"Hello there", his eyes were gentle as they searched yours, but there was nothing but pure post-bliss to be found.

"Hi". You knew you would have nuzzled into Fíli's chest or the lion mane of hair upon his head if not he had been perched on top of you. Now, however, you had to do with the hand cupping the side of your face.

Turning your head, you planted a soft kiss on his palm, feeling both the roughness of his skin and the silk weaving through his fingers like oil lacing water. As you turned back to meet his gaze, you nuzzled into his hand, watching as his eyes flickered away from yours.

You could not read his thoughts. But if you ever had encountered a witch or wizard asking for the ability to do so, Fíli was sure you would have known how hard his heart was hammering right now. Not simply because of your show of unrestrained tenderness, but what had urged the almost drunk way you were acting.

"I may keep this", his gaze wandered back to yours from the piece of fabric partly pressed to your skin when a soft chuckle left you.

"Gladly do so", you may have been hesitant in the beginning. But, after experiencing how good it could feel when you did not have your vision to remove any of the sensations that otherwise could fade in comparison, you were convinced this would not be a one-time thing. If this had not been one of Fíli's best ideas.

You leaned up to kiss him as a thank you. Hence he had, well and truly, managed to get your mind of everything this day had made you endure and settle a relaxation like no other into your bones.

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thorinthehottotty · 5 years ago

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Kíli - Stubble

A/N: Omg... This gif gets me everytime. ALSO IT KÍLI KTUESDAY!

Summary: Kíli's feeling a bit insecure about his beard and you decide to share some wisdom to make him feel better.

Warnings: SMUT...

"I really wish my beard would grow in. It's so short." You glance over at the lanky dwarf and blink in surprise.

"What do you mean?" You ask. "You mean you aren't styling it like that?" Oh, that was the wrong thing to say, his big brown eyes look so sad. Immediately, you drop the firewood you've collected and dart to his side. "Oh, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! I just meant that's a look where I'm from, a popular one!"

"A dwarf's pride is his beard, Y/N!" He gasps.

"Oh, Kí, I'm so sorry! I just figured you kept it trimmed like that."

He looks a bit defeated and you feel a ton of guilt. You reach for his face, cupping it in your hands. It pokes your hands roughly. "If it makes you feel better, Kíli," you begin, "in my culture this is concidered an incredibly sexy look. Women love stubble like this. And at one point I would have killed to date a guy who not only had stubble, but had it this length and it didn't grow so fast." He frowns at that, a bit confused rather than legitimately upset now.

"Why?"

You can't help stepping closer and stroking your thumb slowly over his chin, a bit entranced, to be honest. You were getting lost in the fantasy, imagining that addictive burn between your legs. "This length makes it extra course. It feels... Other worldly during certain activities."

Kíli's frown deepens, he didn't stop you. He didn't want to. Hesitantly, you brush a thumb over his delightfully pink lips. They're soft. "What exactly are we referring to?" He offers quietly.

You smile, breaking from your trance a bit. "Oh, you know," you chuckle, feeling your cheeks burn, "oral?"

"Oral?"

"It's like - oh, you're fucking with me." He grins at you charmingly. You draw away, cheeks burning as you glower at him. He at least has the decency to look a little sheepish.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself." He shrugs and you feel it was probably a bit well deserved concidering you insulting him. "So, I take it you like to be pleasured with your partners mouth?" He hums, leaning close and smirking at you.

"When they're good at it," you huff, glaring at him. You don't expect him to catch your eye with a soft, pleading smile.

"I've never tried. Could you show me?" The question came as a surprise.

"You... You want to... Go down on me?" You ask. It makes him nod eagerly, eyes lighting up.

"Can you teach me what feels good? How to please?" You gulp and take a legitimate moment to think about it.

The whole dynamic would certainly change between you both. Sure you'd flirt, but you never expected him to be that serious about it. And the fact that he'd never done that surprised you, but he'd obviously had known about it.

Not right now certainly! You hadn't bathed in days and could even begin to think about that. At least the company had camped close to a river. You could wash up if he was that serious about it.

You could certainly use the release. Biting your lip, you nod at him. He tosses the firewood to the side with excitement. "Kíli! Not right now! They'll come look for us out here, we can try it later tonight." He pouts at you dramtically.

"Damn, your right, would it really take that long?" He asks.

"Yes! It takes me a bit longer when I with a new partner," you mumble, turning and collecting the firewood you had dropped.

"Cause your nervous?"

"Yeah, usually." You heart raced in your chest and you could feel the nervousness dropping in your stomach. Damn. You really just agreed to that.

Kíli snuck excited glances at you for the rest of the night. Even when everyone went to bathe (you'd grown used to all the nakedness and even became comfortable enough to bathe with the whole lot(and really it was much safer to bathe with thirteen dwarves who didn't give a fuck if they were naked and would attack anything in sight if it looked suspicious enough)) his eyes ghosted over you with appreciation. You'd send dirty looks his way when he'd smile your direction.

Finally, after dinner you both slipped off toward the river again and then headed up stream a bit. When he was certain you were out of ear shot of the company, he grabbed your hands and pulled you both to sit on the ground. He practically vibrated with excitement while you felt mortification slowly creeping in on you.

"Where do we begin?" He asked eagerly.

"Do you know much about the female anatomy?" You ask him, he shakes his head. "Okay, well there are the inner parts and the outer parts. While the inside feels good, most women don't only orgasm from penetration alone." You offer, to begin, taking comfort in the practical matters of it. "It's the outer stimulation that does it usually. The clit is magic." Kíli chuckles at the last part. "There is a spot on the inner vaginal wall that you can stimulate even with your fingers. That can help it along.

"Can you show me that too?" He asks softly. You nod at him and take a deep breath, then you begin to unlace you pants. He gives you room to kick them off. With a gulp, you spread your knees apart and allow him to gaze down between them.

Despite the darkness of night, Kíli had dwarf eyes that were made for just that. You can see his face etch into awe. Carefully, you part the lips. "So, um... This up here is the clit. It's hooded on a lot of women so to directly stimulate it you kind of have to push that back. It gets engorged too." Damn your face was burning so bad it was probably glowing. Kíli places his hands on either of your knees and leans a little closer.

"So this down here," he slides a hand up your thigh, making you shiver. He does it slow enough you can stop him, but with how nice it feels, you don't want to stop him. He brushes a knuckle lightly over the bundle of nerves and you jerk and whimper. "That's your clit?" You nod, and then his fingers dip more, to your entrance. "This is the vagina, then." You let out a shakey gasp as he pushes into it with a single finger. "So what's the best way to taste it?"

Fuck, he had to know what he was doing to you!

"Lick, suck and bite gently..." You pause and the grab his face, remembering why you were here in the first place. "And don't be afraid to scratch me with your beard." His eyes lit up at that.

He sinks between your legs then, trying to get comfortable. "I'll let you know if something feels good, okay?" He nods eagerly and you lean back onto your elbows. Holy shit, Kíli was about to go down on you! You were his first and he was about to try to-

You arch and gasp when he eagerly dives in, licking a long, slow stripe right on up the middle as his arms wrap around your hips. He'd taken to tucking his arms under your legs. "Fuck, good start," you squeak. He was sparing glances to your face as he did that a few times, making sure to drag his cheeks over the sensative skin.

You're already a mess as he eagerly dips his finger deeper. "Yes, just, ah, just kind of pump your finger now," you instruct. He follows dutifully, dragging his finger back out and in at a slow pace. It was almost relaxing, the way he lapped at you gently. Wasn't exactly orgasm inducing but it was nice. You sunk back in the hold he gave, subtly rocking against his mouth.

"We shouldn't be out here long." You remind, tipping your head back at the feeling.

"Tell me what to do," he begs.

"Add another finger, now." It's a delicious stretch as he slowly pumps them.

"It's so warm and tight. Wet too."

"That a good thing. Means you're doin' good. Focus on the clit more." He buries his face again, this time taking to drawing patterns. He was a natural at this. He tried other tactics as well, you nearly came off the ground when he rolled the clit between his teeth, holding it to flick it with his tongue. With every suggestion and direction you gave, he quickly followed suggestion, to the point he was going on his own. You dropped onto your back, eagerly rocking into his face, the stubble was making you extra sensative as he fine tuned his movements. When your legs began to shake he was sparring excited glaces at you twitching and covering your mouth in attempts to muffle the moans. You're best tacting gasping for breath instead of just keeping you mouth closed.

"Faster, your fingers," you whine. He pushes them into you a little faster. When his fingers pressed against the inner front wall, your jerked and whimpered. "There. Again."

Kíli didn't miss a beat, only pressed his free hand to your stomach, pushing you down. Legs shaking hard, you felt the familiar twisting coming on. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you gasped desperstely, hands tunneling into his hair. "Kí, I... I'm gonna..." He didn't stop as you're remaining hand slapped over your mouth while your legs clamped around his head. A shriek was muffled as your whole body pushed against scruff. You hissed, jerking away toward the end, not able to let him continue to assalt your overly sensative sex.

You went limp on the ground. Kíli pushed himself up, drawing his fingers from you to examine them. One at a time he licks them clean and grins at you like the evil imp he is. "You've done this before," you accuse.

"No. I have not," he replies, leaning over your exhausted form. "But I will definitely be doing it again. I thought you said you don't cum the first time?" You weakly push at his shoulder.

"Shut up, you did good. I guess I'm more comfortable with you than I thought." He grins down at you, proudly.

Then all at once, Kíli presses his mouth to yours. You gasp as he ravishes your mouth and can only attempt to keep up. "Come on now, Fíli's coming up river. Get your trousers on, amrâlimê."

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mikathemonster · 1 year ago

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service dom kíli versus brat tamer fíli. that’s it. that’s the tweet.

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the-really-lonely-mountain · 9 months ago

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To Erebor - Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5

Tags: Kili / Reader, Reader-Insert, Slow Burn, Modern Character in Middle Earth, During The Hobbit, How Do I Tag, Canon-Typical Violence, Kíli Is a Little Shit (Tolkien), implied soulmates, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Freeform, light smut, it's really just a brief description nothing too detailed, Holding Hands, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Thorin Oakenshield Company Members, Dwalin & Thorin Oakenshield Friendship, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Where In Middle-Earth Is Gandalf?, Hair Braiding, Dwarf Courting, My First Tumblr Fic, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Live, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Fíli Lives (Tolkien), Kíli Lives (Tolkien), this chapter is domestic as hell, sword fight training, kili is a big ole softy and i love him so much for it

Word Count: 4,977

A/N: Hey y'all!! It's been a crazy couple of months let me tell ya! good god! I've decided to finally post the next part of the story to tumblr despite it not having been beta read. I'll use you guys as my guinea pigs lol so if you see anything that doesn't make sense or is spelled wrong, I'm begging you to please tell me. I can't wait to hear what you think about my pride and joy! <3

Image credit: @iamjaynaemarie

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

The company climbed down the tall rock into the forest below. Having rested on the long flight over, everyone was prepared for a day of walking. Nothing notable happened except innocent conversation to pass the time and the forging of grapes with Bilbo for a snack.

The sun dipped closer to the horizon, casting long shadows through the trees. Thorin found a small river to make camp nearby. Gloin made the fire then Bombur started cooking the food. While the stew was being made, Fili and Kili practiced their swordsmanship under the watchful eyes of Thorin and Dwalin to provide guidance. The dwarves had found a log and brought it over beside the fire. You knelt in the grass on the fire’s side parallel to the log. The others were leaning against it on the opposite side, smoking pipes and making jokes and commentary about the training. You pulled out your thread spools and measured out the first color. You realized you didn’t have scissors and asked the merry gathering in front of you if they did.

“Nah lass,” Dori said, “Our weapons aren’t sharp enough to cut thread, they’ll only fray it” He kicked Nori to quiet him when he started to protest the quality of his weapons, “You’ll want to ask Thorin to borrow his sword.”

You swallowed thickly and looked over at the man in question where he stood with his arms crossed next to Dwalin. He always intimated you but approaching him alone to ask a favor made anxiety spike straight through you.

They were several feet away, but the clanging of metal was still quite loud. The brothers had removed their shirts, as men often did, to escape the insulated heat it provided. Not that you were complaining, eye candy is always welcome in a world of forests and furs.

You timidly approached the taller man as he instructed the brothers. You waited till they started fighting again to say in a shy voice: “Um Thorin?”

He glanced at you to acknowledge your inquisition, “Yes, what is it?” He sounded impatient.

“May I please borrow your sword?” You pointed to the weapon strapped to his side, “I need it to cut some thread” You tried not to sound as scared and skittish as you felt. He looked at you blankly for a moment, surprised by your question.

Kili threw his brother back several feet, allowing him a few seconds to turn to you with a confident smile.

“Hey Y/N,” Kili said, making you and Thorin look at him. You couldn’t help but smile and sheepishly blush as you tried not to ogle his ripped upper body dripping in sweat.

“Hi Kili” you swayed back and forth a little without realizing it. Thorin took note of your fond reaction to his nephew.

Fili let out a mighty roar as he jumped on the back of his brother, taking advantage of his distraction. The dwarves on the log laughed and you giggled at them as they goaded each other on.

“I’ve got you now brother!” Fili triumphantly exclaimed.

“I think not!” Kili replied with a strong thrusting attack.

Thorin sighed, “Very well” He untied his sheathed sword from his belt and handed it to you. You thanked him and began walking back to your previous spot. He looked at the line of dwarves who were still chuckling lightly against the log, “Make sure she doesn’t kill herself” he said to them. They all nodded, including Balin who found this ironic remembering their conversation about leaving you in Rivendell. It would seem the dwarf king was taking a liking to you.

You kneeled, unsheathed the great Goblin Cleaver a few inches, and positioned the hilt between your knees, so it stayed standing on its spine. You measured 7 lengths of thread at about three feet and rubbed them against the fine elfin blade which cut them in one pass to make makeshift embroidery thread. You repeated that 5 times to end up with two groups of pink, two groups of blue, and one group of black thread. You did your best to keep them separated as you bunched them together to fold them in half and tie a loop at the end that you could hook onto a button of your coat. You sheathed the sword and returned it to Thorin knowing he wouldn’t like being without his weapon. You sat on the side of the log with everyone else and secured your coat in your lap so you could pull taught against the threads. You separated the threads and began knotting them over and across each other like how you learned to make friendship bracelets at summer camp. It gave your hands something to do as you sat idly watching the boys trash talk then turn serious and start fighting again.

“What are ya makin’ Y/N?” Ori asked as he watched you.

“I’m making a bracelet” You replied, pleased to see the others taking an interest in your crafting.

“Why’s that lass?” Bifur leaned over to see what you were doing exactly.

“So I can eventually make one for everyone else” You explained how it’s a tradition of sorts in your world to make bracelets for those you care about as a show of kinship and the enduring strength of your friendship and bond. “Since I can’t fight beside you all on the battlefield yet, I thought this could be another way I show my commitment to the company” You smiled at the group. You’d grown very fond of them during your travels and hoped they enjoyed your company as much as you did theirs.

“That’s a very sweet tradition, Y/N,” Balin said, “We look forward to receiving your gifts” The rest of the dwarves confirmed it with ‘Aye’s and a strong nod of the head.

“Supper!” Bombur called while stirring the pot. Everyone got in line except the training group who was going one last round. You all sat down in your previous spots along the log to see the finale of the night’s training.

You finished your dinner quickly so you could take advantage of the distracted troublemakers as well as the river on the other side of the hill. You grabbed your bag and told Gandalf you were going to the river to wash up. You knew he’d keep an eye on the dwarf who often followed you like a puppy and missed you when you weren’t by his side.

You see, Kili had to share most of his things with his brother; toys, motherly attention, food, and this included the women he was interested in. They usually fell for Fili because he was more mature, older, and looked more dwarfish than Kili who had very fine features for a dwarf and was five years younger than his brother. He initially assumed it would happen again with you, so when you didn’t show any interest in his brother, only in him, he couldn’t put into words how happy it made him.

At the river’s edge, you placed your bag and makeshift towel (your shirt from your old world) on a rock and took off your clothes. The water was chilly but nothing a sit by the fire couldn’t fix. You washed your hair and body with the elfish soap you got in Rivendell. As you rinsed in the steady current of the water your thoughts began to wander to what Gandalf said about your predicament.

You felt pulled to Kili, he brought comfort and calmness to a feeling you didn’t even know was in need. His smile and his laugh, every memory and moment you made and shared with the handsome prince of Erebor begged you to stay in Middle Earth.

It was decided then.

When you stood to squeeze the water from your hair you noticed the sun was beginning to set. The others would want to bathe too, or at the very least wash their hands. You dried off and dressed and took a deep breath to enjoy the welcomed privacy one last time.

You reappeared beside the wizard, “Thank you, Gandalf, that was very much needed” You sat next to him on the ground in front of the fire to warm up. “I may be traveling with brutes, but I needn’t smell like one” You joked. He chuckled over his pipe at this.

“I’ve decided to stay here Gandalf.” You informed him. “Something about this place is calling me to stay.” You needn’t tell him about the intense pull to Kili, right?

“Splendid my dear,” He smiled fondly at your decision. “I’m sure you’ll find Middle earth rather agreeable.”

You smiled up at him, happy to have his support.

The boys were still going at it. Kili was making a great effort, but Fili got the upper hand, making Kili’s sword fly out of his hand and sail through the air to stick in the ground. Kili kept fighting though, trying to get Fili’s sword from him. Fili had to force him to the ground with his arms pinned before Kili surrendered.

“Good job lads, good work,” Thorin said as he helped them up. Coins were exchanged against the log from the bets the company members made. The boys started walking towards their bags, but Kili swerved at the last moment to approach you. Your hair was still slightly damp from the river, so it was obvious you’d just bathed. Being the mischievous sweaty dirt-covered mess he was, Kili held his arms out to you for a hug. You watched him in horror as he continued to walk towards you.

“Ew, no Kili stop!” You held your hand up to stop him but to no avail.

“Awe Y/N, just one hug?” Kili pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

You quickly stood and laugh a little at his persistence, “Don’t you fucking dare!” you said and dashed away.

“Come on Y/N, no need to play hard to get!” Kili strained as he chased you around the log and back toward your bags.

“Aaahh!” You made a sharp turn to narrowly avoid a grimy Fili, who stepped in your path, the little shit. This closed the gap so Kili could grab your arm and pull you toward him.

“Nonononononono!” you pleaded as he wrapped his beefy arms around your shoulders, making sure to rub his sweaty dirty face against your hair and pet the side of your face with his equally dirty hand. “Kili!” you drew out the last syllable in complaint.

“You smell so good” He had the nerve to say.

“You smell like Ori’s unwashed socks!” You pushed at his chest still trying to get away. Everyone chuckled at this. “Get off me, ya big olaf” you managed to wriggle out of his grasp, “I’m not coming anywhere near you till you bathe,” you said dead serious, and pointed to the river.

“As you wish” Kili bowed with a smirk, he grabbed his bag on his way to the river to join his brother. You sat in your by the fire with a small smile that seemed permanent whenever you were around him.

You were working on your bracelet when the brothers returned. The sun had dipped below the horizon making darkness seep into the crevasses of the world. Kili sat behind you on the same long stone Gandalf was perched on and touched the ends of your miraculously dry hair (the elvish soap is magic idk). You stiffened at the unexpected but not necessarily unwelcome contact.

“Can I braid your hair Y/N?” he asked innocently as pink dusted his cheeks. You whipped around aggressively, pulling your hair out of his hand in the process.

“No cause you’re just going to get it all tangled and I’m going to have to spend all night brushing it out!” You weren’t looking forward to that, you thought he was just trying to prank you. Kili’s pout was as cute as ever.

“My dear,” Gandalf budded in before Kili could sulk away, “Braiding hair in dwarfish culture is similar to your tradition of making bracelets for friends, but they take it much more seriously.”

“How much more seriously?” You asked, intrigued about the nature of Kili proposition.

“It’s like…” The wizard took a draw from his pipe while he thought of the words to properly explain it to you, “asking someone to dance, it’s special and a more intimate way of getting to know someone.”

“So, like a date?” You tilted your head in question. You understood his analogy; braiding allows both people to show their level of craftsmanship and commitment, with the added benefit of practicality and looking very nice in the end when done with love and care.

“A bit” Gandalf smiled at your naiveite, “Just know our dear Kili is not trying to prank you when he asks to braid your hair, quite the opposite” He took another draw from his pipe and looked back at the fire.

“In that case, you may braid my hair Kee” You flipped your hair back over your shoulder. You couldn’t see the beaming smile that grew on his handsome face. You dug through your bag to find the hairbrush and other trinkets from Rivendell which you handed to Kili. He kept them in his lap while he brushed your hair. If he came across a knot, he was sure to be incredibly gentle. You enjoyed the physical contact and attention very much.

“Any requests?” He asked sounding confident in his abilities.

“Whatever you think would look best” You couldn’t help but smile a little.

He used your brush to part your hair down the middle. He started braiding at your nape closest to the part. After that you didn’t pay very much attention to what he was doing, instead just relished the experience.

He finished one side and secured it with a bead from your stash, “How’s that feel, too tight?”, he asked and adjusted pieces here and there to make it lay perfectly.

“It feels great!” You chirped happily. You reached a hand to feel what he’d done so far but he shooed it away.

“Not yet, you’ll ruin the surprise!” He started working on the other side.

By the time he was done, you were so relaxed you’d almost fallen asleep on his leg.

“Done!” he said, you could tell he was very pleased with his work, “How do you like it?” He sounded a bit nervous.

You ran your fingers over the braids, feeling how they turned and curved at certain points and went straight in others.

“Kili this is amazing!” You said, very happy with the state of your hair. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Thank you!” You looked back at him with a smile that was as big as his.

“I’m afraid I can't properly reciprocate though, I don’t know how to braid hair like this, I can only do normal braids.” You regretted never having learned how to French braid now more than ever. “If that’s how this works” You quickly corrected in a slight panic.

He was elated you wanted to return his deed at all, “That’s fine!” He tried not to sound too excited and be cool about it, “I can teach you if you want” he offered.

“I’d appreciate that!” You smiled.

You switched places, so he was sitting between your legs facing the fire. The position was innocent, but his thoughts were anything but. Images of your face beautifully contorted in pleasure from his tongue exploring your most private and intimate parts were most welcomed.

“May I take this out?” you lightly touched the silver clip that held his hair out of his face.

“Sure” He happily shrugged. You dug through his brown hair where the clasp was supposed to be, but your trembling hands couldn’t find it in all his hair.

After he heard you huffing and puffing and hadn’t felt his hair fall from the clip he asked in a soft voice, “Do you need help?”

“Yes,” you sighed, embarrassed you couldn’t even get a damn clip undone. He reached back, and struggled for a few seconds but undid the clasp, and handed it to you.

While you brushed his hair you thought of what you should do to it, or more what you could do with his hair given your limited abilities. You brushed through a few knots if any.

“I think I know what I want to try to do,” You touched the sides of his head just above his temple, “I want to do two small braids on the sides of your head, but I want the topmost part of your hair not to be braided.”

“Let’s try it!” He explained how you needed to part the hair and how to get started. You had his head lying against your thigh in an admittedly awkward and uncomfortable position, but he was quite the trooper. You had to restart the first braid three times but, in the end, he talked you through it and you tied it off with a bead.

“How did you learn to braid so well” you asked, struggling to grip all the pieces of the second braid properly and not pull the strands out of his head.

“My mother was insistent I learned. She knew my brother would have no trouble learning this facet of courting, but she feared I would spend all my time shooting arrows and never learn how to properly court girls.” He talked fondly of the memories, “So one summer when I was about to come of age, I came home from running amuck every day and she’d sit me down at her tapestry’s and make me braid the tassels that ran around the border.”

“Were you any good?” You asked curiously.

“Oh yes, I was very good! For a while, I was even better than Fili!” He was very proud of that.

“Why did he get better than you? Lean forward please,” you politely asked.

“He’s quite the lady’s man, so he had plenty of girls to practice on,” Kili sounded like that brought up memories that weren’t very pleasant. You finished the second braid with a bead like the first.

“Lay your head down for me again” You softly asked, gingerly guiding his head to lay against your other thigh, “Awe, baby Kili didn’t get any coochie did he” You fake pouted to tease him, gently scratching his scalp absentmindedly while you rested your neck for a moment. He liked it, more than he’d care to admit. “I’m in the same boat I’m afraid” You parted the other side of his hair.

“Oh? How so?” He was very surprised by this, “I’d have thought men were practically throwing themselves at you.” This made you laugh and blush.

“I’m awfully flattered you think that highly of me…” You took a moment to focus on a particularly difficult part, “But men from my world didn’t talk to me.”

“I find that completely unbelievable.” He was floored by this.

“I’m serious! I was never asked out on a date and the few times I asked for someone’s number they turned out to be self-centered losers with a ton of issues” You hated how much time you’d wasted on them. He couldn’t wrap his head around that and had to hold his tongue from proclaiming his thoughts of your perfection.

He turned to look at you despite your protests, “Then they are truly blind,” He couldn’t have been more sincere. His eyes blazed in the firelight with a mix of ferocity and sadness on your behalf.

“Thank you, Kee,” You smiled at him. He assumed his previous position so you could end the braid with a bead like the two before and then started on the last one, “And those silly girls are truly blind as well.” You wanted to kiss his slightly flushed cheek.

You were both in your own little world, where the troubles of the outside couldn’t get to you…or the onlookers and peanut gallery for that matter. Gandalf had moved to sit with the company who had been watching from across the fire on the other side of the log since Kili finished your first braid. They couldn’t quite hear your conversation, but they knew their beloved Kili was having the time of his life.

Fili was very proud of his brother. He talked about you all the time, was looking at you all the time; the man was whipped. Fili had to hear about you the entire time he was bathing, poor thing, and he finally got fed up with his brother not making a move.

“Kili, just ask to braid her hair for god’s sake” Fili huffed while he waited for his brother to finish in the river. Kili’s eyes lit up like a forge with the breath from bellows, and his face flushed like he did when he hammered out a new blade.

“I think I will,” Kili nodded, distracted by thoughts of engaging in such an informal and somewhat intimate act.

Thorin was very pleased you were trying to repay his nephew’s advances in equal measure. He’d seen the poor boy flounder with crushes in the past as he tended to be immature, and girls mistook that for uncaring and unable to provide. Something about you brought out the best in his nephew though, he’d never seen him act so mature, for this Thorin was willing to stay some of his distrust and pessimistic opinions about outsiders, at the very least about you.

By the time you finished the last braid, Kili had made himself very comfortable against your leg, with his arm wrapped around your calf, fidgeting with the laces of your boot. He looked so tranquil you hesitated to tell him you’d finished, not ready to leave the sanctuary you were in. You leaned back against your hand while you stared into the fire and gently scratched the nape of his neck.

He hummed half asleep, “Mmm that feels good,” His words were a little slurred, but it made him all the cuter.

You stayed like that till your bottom began to protest the hard rock beneath you. He was right on the cusp of sleep when you shook your leg beneath him, gentle with guilt.

“Kili, I gotta get up,” You softly tried to rouse him. He hummed in protest. “Besides, don’t you want to know how the braids turned out?” You admired your work with pride.

He sat up and stretched to wake his muscles then ran a hand over his new braids, “Wow Y/N! These are so good!” He looked back at you impressed, “You picked up on that fast!”

“Thanks, Kee!” You blushed as you ran a hand over the intricate lines in your hair, “They aren’t half as good as yours, but I think I did great for my first time” You smiled, pleased with yourself.

“Come show us!” someone from the log called, followed by various iterations of the same thing from others. Ever supportive, they were eager to see what you’d both made.

Kili stood and you followed him to the log. You turned so he could show off his creation. The dwarves were very impressed, a few coming up to inspect closer. When Kili turned to show your work, the company was even more impressed given it was your first time.

“Next time you’ll have to make beads for her, Kee” Fili teased making him and Bofur laugh at how Kili blushed.

“Make beads? What does that mean?” You asked the group in confusion.

“You’ll understand when the time comes,” Thorin said in an uncharacteristically happy tone. “For now, we shall rest” With that everyone began prepping their bedding for the night.

You laid your bed roll beside Kili’s like usual, but Bombur reminded you to clean the dishes before they were put away. Gandalf accompanied you so you could see with the light of his staff. Everyone was asleep when you returned to camp, except Thorin who was on watch.

When you sat on your bedroll, which was naturally next to Kili’s, he looked up at you, barely awake with a dopey smile.

“You look so pretty,” he said quietly, drawing out the last syllable of pretty. Red bloomed over your cheeks and down your neck. He loved your hair like that, he loved it even more that he was the one who did it.

“Go to sleep, Kee,” You whispered so you didn’t wake the others, but couldn’t help but smile as you lay on your bedroll next to him.

“But then I can’t look at you” He pouted, quite distraught about this revelation in his sleepy daze.

“Well, no, I suppose you can’t…” You nibbled your bottom lip as you thought of a solution, “Would holding hands appease you, sleepy prince?” you asked and held out the hand that wasn’t cuddling your coat to your chest. He was too out of it to catch your nickname for him. He nodded and held your hand in his, making both your hearts beat just a little faster.

You closed your eyes and rubbed your face against your coat to find a comfortable position. You could feel his eyes on you.

You opened your eyes to see him staring directly at you, “Good night, Kili” you said in a strong nonnegotiable tone.

He hummed and smiled and closed his eyes, “Good night, Y/N.”

~~~

Kili felt your hand grow tighter around his, drawing him from sleep. Then he felt you pulling against it like you were trying to alert him to danger in the camp without making a sound. He opened his eyes ready for war and saw no danger. He looked at you confused but realized you weren’t awake. You were whimpering and mumbling as your head thrashed from side to side.

‘She’s having a nightmare’ he quickly thought. He squeezed your hand and gently shook it.

“Y/N” He tried not to let his worry raise the volume of his voice, “Wake up.”

You didn’t respond, your mumbles turned into clear pleas for help, making him fret even more.

“Y/N!” He shook your shoulder vehemently, “You need to wake up” He had an urgency in his voice. You feebly fought against his hold on your shoulder.

“Please!” you gasped, still breaking from the nightmare when you opened your eyes, “No, please let go!” You begged and continued to push against his hand with tears in your eyes, not knowing who he was while sleep still clouded your vision and mind.

“Y/N, Y/N look at me” he moved his hand from your shoulder to the side of your neck and cheek to call your attention to him, “It was just a dream, you’re safe now.” When you met his eyes, he recognized just how rattled you were.

You were breathing rapidly, and tears were making your eyelashes sparkle in the firelight. He could feel your rapid heartbeat where his hand laid over your pulse point. He could tell you were beginning to wake up because you softly uttered his name and the hand that was fighting his on your neck gently wrapped around his wrist.

“You’re safe, I promise,” His eyebrows were pinched together in worry. You nodded and took a deep breath to try to keep the tears away. It’d been a very long time since you’d had a nightmare that bad.

Kili pulled your bedroll closer to his, “Come here,” He gave you a hug to comfort you, “Do you want to tell me about it?” he asked when you pulled back from the hug too look at him. You laid your head on his upper arm and kept your cuddle coat close to your chest.

“I-I was in a forest at night and there were goblins and orcs and Wargs coming to attack me and-” You were talking quickly, the bad dream still too real, “and I was all alone and I couldn’t defend myself…” You trailed off, the waver in your voice making it hard to talk. “I was so scared, Kili,” You tried to curl into yourself.

“Hey hey hey, look at me” He held the side of your face again, “You’re safe,” he said. You took a deep breath and nodded. “I’d never let anything happen to you, aye?” He promoted you to get you out of your head. You took another deep breath and nodded.

“I’m ok” you repeated “I’m ok.”

“Yes, there ya go!” He nodded, relieved you were coming around. His thumb swept over your cheek to wipe a tear. You took a few minutes to calm down. Kili was falling asleep, but he needed to know you were going to be ok.

“Thank you, Kee,” you said, your whispered voice no longer shaking with fear, he gave a hearty nod in reply before he yawned. His arm was going numb where your head was lying on it, but it was worth it when you rubbed your face against it to get comfortable as you did in that way, which he found utterly adorable. You appreciated the physical comfort you would have never had in your world.

“I’ll teach you how to fight tomorrow” he whispered over a yawn, his eyelids getting heavy again. He moved his hand from your neck to hang over your waist. He wanted to pull you into him, so you’d feel protected on all sides, not for any other selfish deeply personal reasons of course, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

“I’d like that very much,” you smiled and watched as he fell back asleep, not snoring but breathing heavily in that way which you found so adorable. You felt safe with his hand on your waist and fell asleep not long after him with thoughts of training together dancing behind your eyes.

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THE HEIR'S CURSE (Part I/?)

Request: I have this idea of the reader being a princess and having to marry fili cuz hes the heir and she likes him but she ends up falling for his brother? Maybe with some angst? You can choose the end 😆

Pairing: Fíli x Reader, eventually Kíli x Reader

Genre: mainly angst w/ fluffy moments

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The heir's curse: ———

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Warnings: none atm, maybe some typos

A/N: Sorry for the delay I was having an existential crisis. I'm trying to put the story together, so this first part is merely introductive to the actual plot, that's why is short and kinda lacking of action OOF ANYWAY enjoy, and send me an ask if you wanna be tagged in this. Friendly reminder that the requests are open <3

Part II

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"She's beautiful." my brother Kíli, tilting his head to my side, muttered, his eyes never leaving the girl that walked towards us.

"She is, indeed." I replied, equally dumbfounded.

"This is Y/n, Princess of the kingdom of Belegost." Y/n bowed to us with a genuine smile on her face, and we did the same to her "My lady, these are prince Fíli, Heir of the throne of Erebor, and prince Kíli."

"At your service." we both spoke, right after I stepped to her to kiss her hand. "I've heard legends of your beauty, but none make you justice." And it was true.

Y/n, despite being a dwarf, descended directly from the elves of Caras Galadhon. She was an actual miracle of our time, and it had been said to me that possessed a beauty never seen in middle earth.

"You don't look so bad yourself." she smoothly replied. "As my father used to say, though, true beauty lays inside of oneself."

"My brother has a heart of gold." Kíli assured her. "I'm sure you'll get to see it sooner rather than later." I halfsmiled at my brother's words. "or maybe later rather than sooner, he's a little thick, and a little slow."

"Kíli." I called him, turning to throw daggers at him with my eyes.

"What?" he then grinned at Y/n, "It's only the truth." who was now chuckling, with a playful look on his gaze.

"My lord, I will now take the Princess to her stances."

"Do not," I ordered, taking a couple more steps to be before her. "I'll take her myself." I extended my hand for her to take.

"How chivalrous." She teased walking besides me. "are you trying to make a good impression?"

"Maybe." I tended her a hand the help her down the stairs. "Is it working?"

She took my hand with a grin and slightly pulled up her dress in order not to step on it. "Maybe."

KÍLI'S P. O. V.

As soon as they had walked away from the stance, my smile faded and an uneasy frown appeared in my face.

I had seen her at the gates. We ran into each other, but she was wearing a traveling cloak and I didn't connect the dots.

"Apologies m'lady." I quickly spoke, steadying her with both my hands so she wouldn't fall. "I was in a hurry."

"It's alright, I was distracted." it was only then, when she took off the hood, that I was left speechless. "Cat has got your tongue?" She teased with a grin as I let go her forearms.

"Your beauty took all words away from me." I replied as fast as I could.

"Not all, apparently." she responded. "Would you mind pointing me the direction to the place where I shall wait for the king?"

"Thorin's not here, but someone will receive you in the throne's hall— Ori!" I made a sign and my friend came to us. "I would take you there myself, but as I said, I am in a hurry."

"Thank you anyway."

I felt the smile growing in my face. "My pleasure."

'She's beautiful', I had said, but what meant was 'she's too beautiful'.

I knew I was damned the moment she smiled at me, I just didn't know how damned I was— not yet, at least.

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READER'S P. O. V.

"Ouch!" I flinched when the needle fixing the side of my dress stung my skin.

Having to stand on a velvet footstool with my arms over my head for over half an hour was already uncomfortable and exhausting enough, needless to say I wasn't in the mood for a stray needle to pierce my skin.

"Apologies, m'lady." the servant muttered, retrieving the needle and the thread and starting again.

"Just get over with it already." I groaned in desperation. "Is this even necessary?"

"Of course! you must look perfect tonight."

"I think she already looks perfect." both our heads turned to the door in order to see a fancy dressed Fíli standing there. "Cease tormenting the princess already."

The servant nodded and stopped whatever sewing had been attempting to do on the side of the dress. "my knight in shining armor." I offered him a relieved smile and he responded with a chuckle. "what are you doing here?"

"My garments needed a retouch." A seamstress chasing him prompted Fíli to move into the room and lift his arms, and so he did. "And I heard that beautiful voice of yours from the other side of the room, so I had to come."

"Smooth." I commented, receiving a proud shrug in exchange.

"I apologize for tonight." the frown in my face let him know he had to explain further. "You've just arrived from a long journey, I doubt you're in the mood for a party."

"I won't lie to you," I pursed my lips in a thin line and gave him an apologetic smile. "attending to a dwarvish celebration is the last thing I wish for."

"And what does the princess wish for?"

"Sleep?" we both chuckled. "And maybe some time alone with my intended. I'd like to get to know him."

He nodded with the ghost of a smile twitching the corners of his lips. "I'll make sure you can escape the party as soon as possible." he assured me, finally lowering his arms. "If I can, I'll walk you to your chambers. We can take the long way and chat for a while." his eyes were hopeful, and his half smile sincere.

"That'd make the party worth it." he nodded, the half smile mutating into a beam.

"Brother," Kíli rushed into the room, stalking straight to his brother. "Thorin is back, he requested—" due to his focus on the commended task, he almost missed me.

KÍLI'S P. O. V.

The corner of my eye first caught the glittering silver of her dress, which led my gaze to acknowledge her form.

There she stood, over the stool; her long gown majestically fell past her feet and gave her an even more divine aura.

I wouldn't have noticed that my jaw had dropped if not for my brother, digging his elbow in my ribs.

"Stop staring at my intended." he jokingly scolded me. "are you planning on stealing her from me?" he wiggled his brows at me and Y/n laughed.

"Pffft no!" Y/n snorted behind me and Fíli gave us a smug grin.

"So?"

"Yeah, Thorin." I cleared my throat, fighting to tear my eyes away from her. "he wants to see you. It's important."

"Did he say what it was about?" I shook my head no and my brother sighed, signaling the servants to stop working on his regal clothing. "I must go now." he spoke to Y/n with apologetic eyes.

She nodded and my brother walked past me, making his way to where Thorin would be waiting for him.

"Heir duties?"

Y/n words caught me off hand, and at first I could only nod with my eyes way too open. "It seemed like it."

"Must be exhausting— would you lend me a hand?" One hand fisted her dress and lifted it up, the other was now extended towards me.

I eagerly nodded and stepped to her, "It must be," taking her hand in mine and holding her forearm in order to offer her some extra support. "though I wouldn't know."

"Me neither, thank Mahal." she carefully let the gown's end down on the floor and gave me brief, playful grin. "Being the younger sibling has its advantages, doesn't it?"

Of course, she was the youngest of Three siblings, how could I forget?

I looked away with a knowing chuckle, just for my eyes to return to her shortly after. "It certainly does, my lady."

"Don't call me 'my lady' as if I was above you."

"You kind of are." I replied with my eyebrows raised and one of the corners of my lips lifted.

"No I'm not!" her voice sounded outraged, but in a theatrical way.

"As you wish," I subtly bowed. "my lady."

She shook her head, letting out a soft laughter. "You're already insufferable."

"But I'm making you laugh." her eyes rolled, a smile pulling at her lips again. "You'll come to put up with me."

"You will be at the party, I hope?" I nodded, a bit taken aback by her question. "Great, because I feel like your brother will have more Heir duties to attend, and I don't wanna be alone."

"I'll keep your company." I involuntarily winked at her, triggering her eyes to part from me for a second, a timid smile making its way to her gaze. "May I tell my brother to pick you up tonight?"

"That would be nice, yes."

"Then you must excuse me." she gave me a quick nod and bowed to me. I mimicked her actions and left to go and tell my brother.

I think I secretly wished for him to tell me he could not pick her up, but I would never admit it out loud.

Nor would Y/n, who, to my ignorance, deep down, wished for it too.

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guardianofrivendell · 3 years ago

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Masterlist - Dwarves

🌸 - Fluff with no additional warnings

⚡️ - Angst, possible triggers 😄 - Humor, not to be taken all too seriously 💦 - NSFW content (as soon as there’s more than a kiss, I’m using this) 🐢 - Gender neutral fic ❤️ - Personal favourite

BACK TO MAIN MASTERLIST

The Company reacting to you having asthma 🌸⚡️ The Company not realizing you understand Khuzdul 🌸😄 How the Company reacts to a sick modern!reader 🌸😄

The Love Poem 🌸😄 - Ori, Fíli and Kíli

Knight in Shining Armor 🌸⚡️ - After your breakup, Fíli is there to pick up the pieces. And maybe he feels the need to tell your ex just what he thought about it all.

I’ve Got You 🌸⚡️❤️ - Sometimes Fíli needs a little nudge from his wingmen when it comes to you. When you get injured and Fíli decides to step in, they see their chance.

Tea and Lockscreens 🌸 - Your date night takes a different turn than expected when Fíli sees something he wasn’t supposed to see.

Broken Promises ⚡️⚡️ - Fíli gets under the influence of dragon sickness - ft OC Tullaina

Slippery When Wet 🌸🌸 - Fíli and Tullaina go bathe together while on the quest - ft OC Tullaina

The Lower Fields 🌸🌸 - Teen Fíli, Kíli and Tullaina - ft OC Tullaina

Midamîn ⚡️🌸 - Fíli finally realizes he’s in love with Tullaina - ft OC Tullaina

When in Mirkwood part 1 ⚡️🌸 - Fíli and Tullaina finally get together, with some unexpected ‘help’ - ft OC Tullaina

One Morning in Laketown 😄💦 - A morning mishap while on the quest - ft OC Tullaina

Drunk in Love 🌸🌸 - Fíli is drunk and his wife!reader tries to get him to bed

Guarding Your Heart ⚡️⚡️🌸💦❤️ - Collab with @laurfilijames - Modern Fíli Bodyguard AU series - 8 chapters

Someone Like You 🌸🌸💦- Collab with @laurfilijames - Fake Dating Fíli AU - still in progress

Trade - Fíli gif request 🌸🐢

Preparing for battle - Fíli gif request 🌸🐢

Always Yours - Fíli drabble request 🌸

The Company reacting to you and Fíli being married 🌸😄

Stalker ⚡️🌸 - When you go on a late night walk, you feel as if someone is following you.

Stranger Danger ⚡️🌸 - Kíli comes to your rescue when there’s an unwanted guest in your apartment.

The Odd Ones Out 🌸🌸 - The story of how two young dwarves start a lifelong friendship. With my OC Tullaina.

Ibrizinlêkhê - Kíli 🌸🐢 - Kíli waited until the last minute to tell you some bad news.

Hostage part 1 - part 2 ⚡️🌸 - “I won’t get caught”, you said. Fate decided differently and it’s up to Kíli to come and rescue you.

Power Outage - Modern!Kíli ⚡️🌸 - You don’t like horror movies. At all. Kíli does, and when there’s a power outage, it’s a horror movie that finally brings you together

A snowday with Kíli would include 🌸🌸

Almond Cinnamon Pie - Kíli drabble 🌸🌸🐢

Dwarves Always Knock Thrice 🌸🌸⚡️ Modern AU - Fíli and Kíli find themselves in the modern world

Perfect 🌸🌸 A comfort fic - You had to deal with a few Dwarrowdams who weren’t very nice to you, making you doubt yourself. Fíli and Kíli are there to comfort you.

Pub Crush - Kíli and Fíli 🌸

The Way to a Hobbit’s Heart - Thorin x Bilbo 🌸🌸 - When Bilbo returns after a nice walk, he smells something foul. And it’s coming out of his house...

A Royal Tease 💦💦💦 - SMUT! Minors DNI - Thorin’s wife likes to tease him...

An Unexpected Adventure - 🌸 - When Thorin wakes up in his room in a local inn, the last thing he expected to see was a Dwarrowdam

The Crown 😄 - drabble

Happy 🌸 - Thorin gif request

And there was only one bed... 🌸🌸 - drabble

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shiinata-library · 3 years ago

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MPL: Oh, maybe you need smut ;)

Bilbo

You got attacked by an Orc but Bilbo saves your life and lets you stay in his house by Animekath

Bilbo spends his evenings drinking at The Green Dragon Inn and you end to drink with him, by BlackWingsofLucifer

Dating with Bilbo would include (fluff & smut) @tolkien-fantasy

Kíli

Kíli's first time with you @luna-xial

Jealous Kíli wants you now @laurfilijames

You were forced to share your room with Kíli even though you hate him (Sub!Kíli x Dom!Fem!Reader) @rottencherrypie

Kíli not satisfying you in bed and you hesitate telling him because you don’t want to hurt his feelings, by ohmygodwhy316

Kíli tried to be romantic, but it took you to show him how it was really done, by Cumbersmaug

Once you teased Kíli, you can't stop him @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone

You share a sack with Kíli when the trolls caught you @averil-of-fairlea

You're just friend with Kíli (wink) @luna-xial

Thorin

Thorin is jealous @ipostsmut

Thorin teaching you Khuzdul @ipostsmut

You caught Thorin masturbating @laurfilijames

You like being dominated by Thorin @fizzyxcustard

As Thorin’s assistant, you try to wake him up but he don’t want to, by @technoelfie

Thorin is tied up and you take the opportunity, by Cumbersmaug

Truth or Dare game with Thorin @immawriteyouthings

Thorin teaches you to play harp @legolaslovely

You're an apprentice blacksmith and Thorin starts to work with you @darthglitterfanfiction

Sleeping alone in your bedroom, you’re cold, but Thorin will soon warm you by kaeorin

Thorin waits you ready before sharing a bed with you @imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul

Fíli

Go with Fíli to a feast or stay with him in your chamber @laurfilijames

Fíli needs your help for a pressing matter of greatest importance to the realm @lathalea

Fíli makes a move after watching you every night you worked in a bar @legolaslovely

It's Fíli's birthday and you went to his bedroom to drop his present on his desk @blairsanne

Fíli meets a childhood friend at a ball and spends a long night with her by kaeorin

Fíli loves when you play with his knives @ichoosechoasandbeingqueer

Several / other characters at the same post

Kíli / Fíli caughts you masturbating @laurfilijames

You caught Kíli / Fíli masturbating @laurfilijames

Sneaking around in the dark with Kíli / Fíli @laurfilijames

Pegging with Bilbo / Thorin / Kíli / Fíli / Thranduil / Dwalin / Bofur @tolkien-fantasy

You're Thorin's sister and you secretly date Dwalin @jjamjamm

Several character at the same time

Dating Bilbo and Thorin (fluff & smut) @tolkien-fantasy

Kíli wants you even if the company is sleeping around you --- Thorin heards you --- and Fíli too @ipostsmut

Your weeding night with Kíli & Fíli, by Ixthalia

Lord of the Rings

Eowyn comes to the Shire to see Merry by Citron_Swiftvale

The Rings of power

If Elendil comes to the Hall of Lore, it’s not only for the seas’ map @catyo90

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midearthwritings · 3 years ago

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Day 8: After Sex

You and Fíli enjoy a moment after your lovemaking.

Pairing: Fíli x Reader

Warning: Mentions of sex, nakedness.

Author's Note: Not exactly smut but it should be enough to please all the Fíli lovers out there.

"Are you well, my love?"

You were shaking. There was a perfectly fine fire burning and cracking in the hearth, enveloping you with an invisible cloak of warmth, but you were shaking. The soft fur carpet beneath you was not helping, but it soothed the ache in your back from lying on a hard floor.

You were quite uncertain, though, on the reason for your trembling. Between your legs, your pulsating core was telling you that it was the afterglow of your pleasure when the goosebumps on your arms indicated that it was the cold.

Looking at Fíli, you smiled. The dim light was making his sweat-covered skin look golden, as well as his slightly disheveled hair. His chest was rising and falling a bit quicker than usual. As for his eyes… He was looking at you with such tenderness in them that for a moment, you felt as if you were worth more than any amount of gold, more than any jewel.

"I simply wish we had been patient enough to reach the bed," you admitted, scooting closer to him to rest your head onto his chest.

Above you, Fíli chuckled. "So do I. My back is sore from lying on the floor too long, and I fear it will make tomorrow's Council seem like torture," he said before sighing.

"Isn't Council torture already?" you asked, tracing invisible patterns on his skin with the tip of your fingers.

"Only because you aren't there."

You looked up at him, your eyes shimmering with mischief, and small satisfied smiles painting both of your faces.

Stealing a quick kiss from him, you sat up. "Shall we have a bath?" You offered, your hand finding his.

"Sounds perfect to me," he replied, sitting up as well.

Tipping his head down, Fíli dropped a single kiss to your shoulder, causing you to shiver. Your reaction not remaining unnoticed, he kissed your skin again, circling your waist with his strong arms.

"Fíli," you scolded halfheartedly. He hummed quietly as his lips began to assault your neck. "Fíli, the bath."

Fíli laughed and pulled you into a tight hug before standing up, dragging you along. The night was so far from over…

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laurfilijames · 2 years ago

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Haha finally!! Thank you Pixie 💗💗💗 your support means so much to me!

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Part 2

Pairing: Fili x female reader

Words: 2,991

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Cockwarming. Unprotected intercourse. Post-sex pipe smoking while completely naked. Fili is a cocky, naughty dwarf.

Summary: After fooling around and nearly getting caught by orcs earlier, Fili can't sleep or settle his insatiable need for you.

A/N: This is my final contribution to Deano Bingo 2022! It is a follow up to my first fic of the event Hide that had many of you asking for more! Thank you to everyone for your support and readership 💗 You inspire me to do more and challenge myself.

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Sleep seemed to come easily to everyone else in the company except for you, your mind and body still charged and reeling from your earlier encounter with Fili, feeling incapable of finding calm or rest despite knowing you should take the opportunity to.

Every cell in your body craved more of what little you had been given a taste of; the desperation in needing to feel your skin against Fili's so overwhelming you were certain you would never sleep again until you had him.

Rolling over to lay on your other side after having switched from right, to left, to your back too many times to count, you sighed heavily and closed your eyes, trying your best to summon dreams that were anything but those of a naked, blond dwarf pummeling your body with a brute force that had you screaming into the quiet of night.

Focusing on the sound of the fire crackling and the various snores from the deeply slumbering dwarves around you, you eventually dozed off, hoping that Fili - who had chosen a spot for his bedroll on the opposite side of camp so as not to cause suspicion - was sleeping peacefully with an equal desire for you and lewd dreams to match.

As you dozed lightly, the warmth from the fire slowly died off, leaving your back cold and forcing you to nestle yourself further into your blanket until a fresh warmth replaced the exposed sensation and you were roused to the feel of Fili covering you with his heavy body.

His lips tickled against the skin on the back of your neck, the braids of his moustache sending shivering waves down your spine and a grin to break out on your face. You squirmed closer to him, wiggling your bum slightly against the hardening bulge in his trousers, making him breathe deeply onto you, his ability to keep himself quiet fading.

"Fili, what are you doing?" you whispered, turning your head to glance at him as he continued to press his searing lips on your shoulder where he pulled your jacket down to access your skin.

"I can't sleep," he murmured, his voice low and eyes tinged with darkness as he peered at you.

"Why would that be?" you asked, your question audible only to him.

Fili stood with a silent subtlety most dwarves were not graced with and extended his hand to help you do the same while his other placed a thick finger to his lips to urge you to keep quiet, his cheeky smile showing through to make his dimples pierce into either side of his face.

Without questioning a thing, you followed him into the pitch black forest, and as soon as you reached its border where no eyes could reach to unveil your secret, he stopped and took you in a forceful kiss.

"I need you," he vowed in a breathy tone that made your knees feel weak, and to gain support that your legs didn't seem to have as well as displaying how much you needed him in return, you gripped onto his upper arms tightly and dove your mouth against his. This only spurred on his fervor, and moving forward to force you to walk backwards, he strode purposefully until you slammed against a tree.

His hands made quick work, desperately tearing at your garments to expose what parts of you he could the fastest, his eagerness in seeing you bare evident in the erratic pattern he set and the feral glint that sparkled in his icy eyes.

You matched his excitement, ripping open his fur-lined jacket where his body heat poured out to meet your shaking hands, and you moaned with appreciation when you peeled off his tunic and revealed his chiseled form of honed muscle and thick flesh. Dense patches of exceptionally curly, blond hair decorated him from the top of his chest and disappeared beneath the waist of his trousers, which you were hurriedly tugging at the laces of now to free him, your mouth watering at the thought of feeling his heavy, hot member in your hands.

His soft growls encouraged you more, wanting to hear what other sounds you could produce from him by giving him every bit of pleasure he deserved, and the mischievous smile he flashed you as you pulled the leather down his vast thighs to let his cock spring free wildly had you aching more than ever.

You stroked his length appreciatively, relishing in the silky smoothness of his veiny skin until your touch had him bucking into your hand and his mouth flew to your neck where he nipped and sucked in an attempt to keep himself quiet.

"Get these off," he demanded, hooking his fingers in your waistband to aid in removing your pants from you, his sharp words sending another rush of wetness to your core to ready yourself for him. He stepped back from you enough to allow you room to step out of them, and also to give you a view of his nakedness aside from one dagger that remained strapped to the side of his leg. Your eyes stayed fixed on him as you disrobed, slowly and sensually, the view before you of a dwarf so perfectly hewn by the Maker himself causing your hands to caress each part of your own body as it was revealed; the thought of his hands mimicking the sequence fuelling the fire that burned deep inside and waited to engulf your soul.

Finally, you were bare before him, and Fili took a moment to memorize the sight of you, his chest and belly heaving with the deep breaths he used to try to compose himself. It was no use, and in an instant he was covering your body with his, his hands planting themselves against the tree on either side of your face while his tongue greedily demanded entrance to your mouth. His torso pressed on yours possessively, the hairs on his chest teasing your nipples into stiff beads that begged for more of his touch, and right before your mind succumbed to the numbing lust that rose quicker than the tide, you allowed your instincts one last attempt at winning your attention.

"Fili…" you panted, turning your face from his only to grant him access to your neck where he attacked it with wet, hungry kisses that sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head and a shiver to break out on your charged skin.

"Mhm," he hummed carelessly, his concentration focused on the column of your neck where he swiped his tongue down above your breast.

"This-" A moan disrupted you as his lips pulled your nipple into his hot mouth. "This is far too dangerous!" Your fingers laced through his hair and tugged, attempting to pull him away briefly so you could speak coherently. "Need I remind you what happened last time?"

Fili chuckled against your skin as he worked his way back up to your face, his blazing kisses leaving trails of invisible marks in their wake. He took a deep breath as he stared at you with serious, steely eyes, and his voice was frighteningly low and husky when he spoke.

"What's more dangerous is how out of my mind I'll be if I don't have you."

He wedged his thigh between yours so that the hilt of his blade grazed across your skin, the cool metal making you shiver.

"I'll keep you safe, amralime," he muttered, the assurance of protection in his words contrasting to the menacing look in his eyes.

Giving in to the excitement in the risk, you ground yourself against his thigh, allowing your wetness to taint his firm muscles, while his hands gripped your hips to press you down harder in encouragement to gyrate more on him.

His mouth met yours again, barely capturing your lips, the feigning hesitation and provocation driving you to a madness you had never experienced before. Your breaths mingled together as your lips coyly grazed one another, tempting the other to be the one to give in first; the taunting game building you up to the point that as soon as a proper kiss was given again, there would be no holding back.

To your amusement, Fili was the one to break, crashing against you at the same time he swiped his hands under the backs of your thighs, your laugh that was already muffled by his mouth turning into a gasp as he lifted you effortlessly. His cock wagged and bounced against your wet folds from the motion of him wrapping your legs around his waist, making you whine into him in a plea to have him finally fill you.

Slowing the kiss until it paused, Fili's eyes flickered from your lips up to your own hazy eyes while he leaned into you, his leaking, bulbous head breaching your entrance inch by tantalizing inch.

Raking your fingers through his blond tresses again, you relished in the stretch he created in you; his girth and length pushing your limits beyond what you imagined to be possible, your head swimming as your heart and body welcomed him wholly.

Fili pulled out of your heat before plunging back in again as if for good measure, making sure he reached the innermost depth of you. Pressing his forehead against yours, he sucked in a breath, his chest rising beneath your palms, and quiet enough for only you to ever hear, he whispered: "Don't move. Feel me in you."

Sighing out the breath you had been holding, you allowed your body to relax and resist the instinctive need to roll and rock on his shaft, instead closing your eyes to hone in on the flesh buried inside you that pulsed with need and impatience.

Fili released his own shaky breath when he flexed inside you, a signal to his resolve fading with each passing second, but still he persisted with his challenge.

"Squeeze me," he ordered, his demand rough and short. You did as you were told, contracting your inner muscles around his cock in one long, choking hold until you relaxed with a moan and scratched at the downy hairs on his chest.

"Good girl," he praised. "Again."

His words sparked heat over your skin, and careful not to move in any other way, you tightened your walls in a precisely timed rhythm, as slow and drawn out as you could until your limbs quivered and your soul begged for the imminent rapture you knew he would provide.

In turn, guttural groans spilled from Fili's parted lips at the sensation of being warmed and enveloped by your body, the ability to refrain from moving even slightly inside you crumbling and forcing him to clench his teeth hard together.

"Stop." Fili instructed, his tone unwavering despite how his breathing came out ragged and sweat beaded down his face.

Slipping out of you, he brought two fingers to swipe through where his cock had just been, coating them in your slick, his touch making you jolt against the rough bark that dug into your back.

He flashed you a mischievous grin that was visible despite the darkness that shrouded you; the braids on his moustache twitching as his amusement drew out across his face, and you followed his gaze down to where he rubbed his fingers and thumb together, seeing his glistening cock wet with your arousal shine in the moonlight.

Using his lubricated thumb, Fili reached forward and circled it firmly on your swollen bud, causing you to arch and cry out before you had the sense to stifle your sounds by clasping your hand over your mouth.

"You need to be quiet," he warned, pushing himself back inside you at the same time, deeming your silence impossible. Moving your hips to adjust to his size again, you rejoiced in feeling him glide ever so slightly back out before he pressed his hips into yours forcefully until he bottomed out. "And you're still not allowed to move."

Whining at his persistence to the rules he set, you closed your eyes to ready yourself to be at his mercy, only to gasp when he returned his thumb to your tingling pebble at the apex where you concealed him and rubbed it cruelly.

"Fili…" you panted, scraping your nails at the base of his neck. He allowed your hands to guide his head forward, his lips kissing and sucking all across your chest until he convinced both of your nipples to harden from his attention while he worked your clit mercilessly and continued to refuse moving his shaft within you.

It was torture to not be able to rock in tempo with him, but the more he teased you, the closer you came to your undoing. Your chest rose and fell before his face as he traveled up to meet your lips again, probing his tongue against yours greedily and with an untamed harshness that hinted at his own impatience.

"You're doing so well," he praised, the last words coming out strangled as you carefully squeezed your inner muscles again, feeling his cock twitch in response as such a small gesture became nearly unbearable.

Your kissing became more ardent and sloppy as if you were pouring everything into it that you wanted to do but couldn't, all while Fili increased his pace that turned his methodic circling into erratic strokes, your climax barrelling forward exponentially.

Unable to hold it back, your body began to let the stoic walls it gingerly built up fall around you, your hands groping at his thick flesh and mouth spilling your desperate moans into his to be swallowed up as he broke you down to nothing but weightless pleasure.

Giving up his act, Fili removed his hand from your center and drove his pelvis even further into yours, his arms folding around your back to support you as he thrusted powerfully in a dizzying, pistoning act.

Despite you bearing down around his cock in an impossible grip, he managed to unleash his brute strength and slapped against you while you shuddered through your high, your body humping his in up and down motions that contrasted to his back and forth pumps, mixing to create a perfectly orchestrated union.

His reserved growls through gritted teeth echoed in your ears as if far away, and feeling every muscle shift and ripple under the skin on his back, you hung onto every lingering bit of euphoria, your walls aching and tingling under his barrage of irregular blows. The beads at the ends of his braids swung in time with your movements, tapping your chin and chest to add to the frenzy of intoxicating sensations, and as he worked even harder at chasing his end, you could imagine the strong muscles of his perfectly shaped glutes flexing with unbridled brawn.

You felt yourself soak his middle, and breaking from his mouth in search of breath, Fili roared into the silence that was only interrupted by the sound of wet, slapping skin, the signal of his release simultaneously proven as he sunk his teeth onto your collarbone; marking you twice as his cock painted your insides with his hot seed.

Emulating the same process as earlier, Fili stilled in you and focused on syncing your breaths, his deft hands reaching up to hold either side of your face gently, and meeting your lips again - tenderly now - he toyed with your moist, kiss-bruised flesh, indulging in the taste of you.

He hummed against you, which quickly turned into a soft chuckle, any innocence you thought could remain in him vanishing as he once more started to move his hips so his cock slid in and out of you, daring to make the most of it while he still had time working in his favour.

Moans toppled from your lips as you quivered under his unrelenting touch; the sensation of your combined spend leaking from you and trickling over your oversensitive flesh sending you once more into a state of deliriousness.

"You're going to make it impossible to keep away from you," he quipped, his beard scratching your chin as he brushed his nose with yours and landed to stillness with his forehead leaning against yours.

He sighed deeply, and despite not wanting to, he withdrew from you with a groan and gently guided your shaky legs to the soft, dirt floor of the forest. Your arms remained hooked over his shoulders, and before he could part from you completely, you kissed him slowly and passionately, the spark between you never diminishing.

Time ceased to exist, but eventually you parted when a sense of reality broke through your lust-induced haze.

"I suppose we should return," you suggested, although you weren't set on wanting to follow through with it yourself.

"No." Fili stated, so final and definitive. He grinned at you, making his dimples appear, a playful glint sparkling once more in his azure eyes.

With almost too much confidence, he bent to retrieve his pipe from his jacket, and boldly lit a match in the near-complete darkness, making your whereabouts known to any prying eyes who may be watching. Not bothered to don any of his clothes, he remained stark naked and puffed on his pipe proudly until it was officially lit, the faint orange glow illuminating his sweaty chest and tousled locks.

Exhaling a large plume, Fili looked you over, his expression darkening slightly, making your heart thunder in your chest as you in turn watched him stand proudly in nothing aside from the lonely dagger still strapped to his thick thigh. He made a point to glance up at the pitch-black sky, the stars looming overhead with no sign of the sun being close to making its appearance.

"Dawn is far away yet," he said blatantly, placing his wooden pipe to his inviting lips again to take another inhale of pipeweed. "And I'm not done with you."

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