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rottencherrypie · 3 months ago
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R-18+; Harder, Better, Faster...
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Summary - Comparing three dwarves to your exes...
Warnings - Smut, language, male genitalia, mention of bodily fluids, creampie, rough sex, lowkey breeding kink (maybe?), slight dom themes (Thorin and Fili)
Pronouns & POVs - None, third-person.
Pairings - Thorin x Reader, Fili x Reader, Kili x Reader
Word Count - 2,500+
A/N - I am once again stumped on the full smut I am writing and was listening to music when "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" by Daft Punk came on which for some reason sparked this idea. (I have had this sitting in my drafts for far too long.) Pure smut under the cut!
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- thorin
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Harder. When it came to your past lovers, there always seemed to be something lacking when it came to more intimate activities. It was not that your past lovers were awful, but they never seemed to get you to the finish line, so you began handing out fake trophies.
It was hard to explain your desires. It was not that your previous lovers treated you poorly in or out of the bedroom; they treated you as if you were a fragile flower in and out of the bedroom, and that was the issue.
It was not an issue outside the bedroom: you loved being doted upon, having your every wish and command acted upon without question. Yet, when it came to inside the sheets -- you preferred it hard. It was simple, the easiest thing to grasp in your mind, but your previous lovers seemed to absorb the information as well as glass absorbs water; it doesn't.
It appeared hopeless until you had met Thorin.
The journey to the Misty Mountains had been treacherous. One that had left all members littered with new bumps and bruises, as well as new scars that littered their bodies alongside bruised, potentially even fractured, bones.
Throughout the journey, the company of dwarves experienced several hard struggles. Ones that took them many hours, if not days, to resolve; their nights often spent pondering as they gazed upon the stars. Yet, the stars held no answers regarding the hardest hassle they had dealt with: convincing you to accept aid.
It was not if you were neglecting yourself; you accepted food and medical aid when needed, yet you refused items the company of dwarves attempted to gift you -- such as new clothes and boots. You had been perfectly fine repairing your clothes when you had a moment. After all, the cloak you journeyed with had covered any tears within your outfit, so it was not as if the world could see the flesh the cloth once shielded.
You reminded yourself that you had to travel light: extra luggage meant extra weight, which meant extra aches and pains from lugging around said weight all day. Yet, there had been the odd occasion upon your travels where an item had caught your eye.
You had managed to stay strong until you passed it. The most beautiful pair of boots you had yet to see, in a color you adored and a style you knew was comfortable for travel: they looked perfect. You could not help but approach the stall, making small talk with the woman who ran it as you examined the boots from afar; they even appeared to be your size!
It appeared to be too good to be true, and that it was. You had been a few coins short of purchasing them, and attempting to barter the boots down to what you had was out of the question -- you needed the coins to pay for your next meal.
"How much?" The dwarven king asked from beside you, his sharp sapphire gaze glued upon the same boots. The suddenness of his deep voice startled you as you were quick to look at him, as he stood there with his arms crossed at his chest, leaning back slightly, a stance he often did while in thought.
"How much for the boots?" The dwarf repeated the question in a low and serious tone as his gaze rose from the boots to the seller. The seller calmly restated the price for the item in question, earning an amused "That's all?" from the dwarven king as he handed over the payment without hesitation.
Yet, the boots did not remain in the dwarven king's hands for long, as they quickly fell into your grasp as he thrust them into your arms.
"Hurry up." The command left his thin lips in a low tone as the heat of his gaze examined your body from head to toe. "We need to find a tailor; you're practically in rags." The words became distant, accompanied by the tap of his boots against the creaking wooden dock. A creaking almost as hard as when the frame of your bed shakes as he pleasures you.
The sharp thump of the bedframe bouncing against the wall danced throughout the air, accompanied by the melody of your moans as the dwarven king continued to drive his hips into yours. Each inch of his hardness pounded into you, the squelching click of skin slapping against one another growing as loud in the air as the bedframe against the wall.
His hands would tightly grasp upon your legs, your legs spread upon his shoulders, new boots upon your feet as they bounced slightly against his back with every hard thrust of the king's hips. His gaze upon you would be lustful as a smirk spread upon his thin lips.
"That's it." He'd breathe, his breath caressing your face as he leaned down, pushing you further into the bed and pushing further into you, allowing every inch of his cock to have a chance inside of you before sliding out. "Give me every inch of you. Show me why I spoil you." He'd purr, lips hovering a breath above yours as his eyes remained locked onto yours. 
His harsh gaze would urge you further into submission, to give into the hardness of his thrusts and the hardness of his cock.
A hardness that left you utterly entranced: how it stretched your inner walls perfectly, carving itself deep into your center as the rhythmic pulsations of his lust lulled you closer to the brink of release. 
The dwarven king was far harder in many ways compared to your past lovers, yet it was a hardness you craved. 
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- fili
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Better. The terms of your love life had always been lackluster. The lovers of your past rarely managed to wow you, and upon the rare occasion that they managed to, it always appeared to come with terms and conditions.
It never felt as if you were the priority, yet you sat idly by for many years as you patiently awaited with the hope that a lover would make you feel special, wanted, and better than any had before. And, as if an answer to your nights of blandness, Fili came into your life.
And he was better.
The moment you had met, the golden-haired prince had whisked you off your feet. It was not through his title, nor was it through lavish gifts or promises that would be broken, no. He listened.
You had been enthusiastically speaking of a weapon you had found upon your travels, going into depths about the elaborate carvings upon it and what origins you had suspected it to be. You had been raving about this weapon for many paths now, excitedly showing whoever would listen.
"And, best of all, I haven't needed to--" The words had stalled in your mouth as you noticed how the dwarven company rolled their eyes at your rambling. A heat began to spread beneath the flesh of your face as your lips shut suddenly, and the warmth of embarrassment began to spread from the center of your chest as your gaze fell.
"Haven't needed to what?" A familiar voice had spoken, one deep and full of warmth. "I am listening. And I would like to see this magnificent weapon." The golden-haired prince spoke, a smile upon his thin lips as your gaze lifted from the ground and onto him.
The warmth within your chest had quickly eased from the uncomfortable sensation it felt moments prior, as the speed at which your heart raced now turned to various fluttering as your gemstone-colored eyes locked with his ocean-colored pair.
You had felt the harshness of his calloused palm upon the back of your hand, gently rotating your hand to fit into his before he applied a soft pressure upon it, a reassuring squeeze as the smile upon his thin lips softened.
"Go on." A phrase the golden-haired prince had used for various events. The most frequent was not in comfort, though it always made you feel better when he spoke it while he was deep inside you.
The thickness of his manhood would stretch out your inner walls, expanding them to mold perfectly around his throbbing cock, feeling the pulsation of his heartbeat, his arousal, within one of the most sensitive parts of him.
His thrusts would be deep and slow, allowing you to feel every inch of his throbbing length as his eyes scanned your face. It was as if you were a novel, and he was reading you, jotting down mental notes of what made you gasp in pleasure and what made you hiss in pain.
The bed would creak rhythmically, the headboard hitting against the wall, creating a beat that danced alongside the melody of your moans.
"That's it." His tone would be full of praise as he stroked your cheek; the sensation of his calloused thumb brushing against the flesh of your cheek would send a wave of pleasure down your body. "Let me hear how good it feels." The heat of his breath caresses your face as he leans closer to you, causing his thrusts to deepen as he does so: ensuring his cock reaches the most sensitive and pleasurable spots within your core.
That was what you adored about Fili; it wasn't only his pleasure he did this for, but your pleasure as well.
Your lips would entwine with his, your moans muffled against his thin lips as he continued the same pleasurable pace. The faint taste of ale lingered upon his lips, becoming more apparent as you parted your lips, giving his tongue access to yours.
Tongues entwined in a sloppy dance, breaths becoming uneven and deepened until you both parted. Lungs expanded vastly as the pair of you gasped for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips as your gazes met.
"I love every sound you make, every noise that escapes your beautiful lips." Fili would breathe, his lips curved into a lopsided grin as his hips continued to jut against yours, ensuring that the familiar tingle of pleasure would roam throughout your body before he would even recognize the knot within his abdomen. That your hands would grasp at the sheets of the bed, or your nails would claw down his toned back before he would allow his grip to tighten upon the flesh of your hips. 
That your lips would be stuck open as a slew of moans fell from them before he uttered a single curse of pleasure. That the sweet nectar of your being would cascade upon your skin before he allowed his seed to paint your sensitive inner walls, or allow it to coat the flesh of your abdomen.
He cared for your pleasure as much as he cared for you. He was simply better.
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- kili
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Faster. The speed at which your love life progressed had always been slow. The lovers of your past seemed to enjoy silly games instead of commitment, and for the rare few who desired something more -- they seemed to move even slower.
It felt drawn out. It felt as if your previous lovers had held a meeting on how to waste your time, yet you held onto faith that you would find a lover who wanted to belong to you as much as you wished to belong to them.
And though your heart had yearned for a faster pace in terms of romance, you were not prepared for the fast dwarven prince.
The night air nipped at the flesh of your skin, and the soft crackling of the campfire danced alongside the sounds of the woods and your dwarven companions. Some of your companions were off eating their stew, a mix of mushrooms and other things they had managed to forage within the woods, though you'd never question where they found the meat or spices that went into it.
The low chatter of their voices nearly muffled the gentle sounds of the fire; the soft sway of its light and warmth reminded you of its presence as your gaze remained glued to the stars above. It was a brief moment of peace within the sea of chaos that had become your life, and though you had lost the comforts of home, the dwarven prince who sat beside you had found those comforts within you.
The sound of your voice, the scent of your skin, the light that shimmered within your eyes; you became his home on the road. Yet, he had been too nervous to say anything until that night.
Either overcome with confidence or immense stupidity, the dwarven prince could not help but blurt out the three words that had been swirling around his mind since the moment he laid eyes upon you.
"I love you." His voice echoed throughout the makeshift campsite, his amber gaze glued upon your face, and a sea of laughter erupted from his fellow companions. The heat of his cheeks burned as bright as the fire before him, yet he did not back down as your sparkling gaze met his. "Y/N, I love you." He repeated, his confident voice wavering as the words left his lips. A wavering you would hear in far more intimate events.
The rapid thumps of the bedframe bouncing against the wooden wall echoed throughout the not-so-silent room. The sounds of the bed were so close together in pace that a thump barely had enough time to become an audible sound before another came in its place, masking the previous one as fast as it was made.
His cock raced within you, desperately stretching out the inner walls of your core, as his face was buried within the crook of your neck. The heat of his short, quick breaths tickled the side of your neck as he inhaled your scent.
"So good." The words wavered in pleasure upon his lips, hanging upon the tip of his tongue before escaping in more of a whimper than a moan. "You feel so good." His words would become a full whine of pleasure as he held onto you.
His hands would be tightly clenching at your arms, grasping so tightly that his nails would begin to dig into your skin. A delicious twinge of pain and pleasure flooded your sensations as his cock would continue to rapidly carve itself deep inside you.
His breaths would come out as quickly as his movements, each harsh thrust a silent devotion of his love, his neediness for you. His head would remain buried in the crook of your neck, allowing his whimpers to vibrate against the exposed skin as the burn within his hips grew hotter.
His body moved like a well-oiled machine, never ceasing in action as it brought you closer and closer to the brink of release. And as fast as you were thrown overboard, drowning in the sea of pleasure, the dwarven prince dived in after you.
He was far faster than your exes, yet he always ensured you came first in all scenarios.
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cowboybeepboop · 3 months ago
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Magic
"Your hands are... quite magical, you know that?”
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Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x fem! Reader 
Genre: Smut
Word count: 4.3k 
Summary: Modern reader falls for Thorin and captures his heart. 
Warnings: Soft thorin, unprotected sex, handjob, p in v sex
a/n: Idk I’ve been wanting to write smth like this for a while so hopefully it’s good. Let me know if you have any requests and I hope you enjoy. I’m also currently in school so I’m trying to write in my free time but it’s a difficult balance 😣💔
Gandalf had come across you lost and confused, wandering the trails of the earth. You remembered him, his face, from a movie you had seen in your world. “Gandalf?” You called out to him suspiciously. 
"Hm?" He looked around then spotted you. "Ah! A human! What are you doing out here all alone in the middle of the wilderness?"
“I don’t.. I don’t know?” You reply, stepping closer to him seeking the warmth of another body. 
Your stomach growled, you have been wandering for hours, maybe even days. Your clothes aren’t from this world and aren’t proper hiking attire. 
You adjust the skirt of your dress as you stop in front of him. “I’m not sure where I am..”
His bushy eyebrows furrow at your strange, out-of-place clothes, and a bemused look crossed his face. 
He took a step closer, noting your exhaustion and the state of your attire. "I can see that. You don't belong here, do you?"
Gandalf assessed your weary state and wrapped his large cloak around you gently, guiding you towards his horse. 
"You look exhausted," he murmured, concern in his eyes. "You can ride with me to Erebor. It is not far."
With a little help from him, you clambered onto the horse's back, settling between Gandalf and the horse's broad neck.
Gandalf led you through the winding paths towards Erebor, the mountain's towering presence growing larger and larger through the trees.
His horse carried you both steadily, and after some time, the grand entrance to the dwarven kingdom came into view. 
Gandalf dismounted first and helped you down from the horse before guiding you into the hall of the dwarven king.
King Thorin Oakenshield sat upon a throne carved from solid oak, a long, dark beard covering most of his broad chest. He regarded you with quiet curiosity as you and Gandalf approached.
"Gandalf," Thorin greeted. "You've returned. And with a strange companion?"
Thorin's gaze flicked between Gandalf and the strange human standing beside him. It was a woman, but not like any he had ever seen before. Her clothes were unlike anything from Middle Earth, and she appeared lost and dazed.
"Who is this?" Thorin demanded, his voice sharp and suspicious. "And where did you find her, Gandalf?"
You subconsciously hold the cloak closer to you, shifting under the scrutiny of the King.
Thorin's blue eyes, sharp and calculating, studied you closely. The way you clung to the cloak, the slight tremble in your hands, it all spoke of fear and uncertainty.
Gandalf stepped forward, gesturing to you. "King Thorin, this woman... she appears to be lost. I found her wandering in the wilderness, disoriented and bewildered."
“Y/N.” You say softly, “My name is Y/N.”
Thorin's eyebrows raised at the sound of your name. It rolled off your tongue softly, and he noted the gentleness in your voice. 
"Y/N," he repeated slowly, the pronunciation foreign on his tongue. He then turned to glare at Gandalf, his eyes narrowing with a hint of suspicion.
“I don’t mean to intrude..” you give the king an awkward smile. “But is there any food I might be allowed?” Your hand goes to your rumbling stomach, your expression a grimace.
Thorin's eyes softened as he heard your stomach grumble. He couldn't help but let out a small, gruff chuckle, amused by your honesty. 
"Starving, are you?" he asked, a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "We can't have that now, can we?" 
He then barked out a command, "Nori! Bring some food and drink for our new guest!"
You visibly relax, a small smile creeping up your lips. “Thank you.”
Thorin's stern demeanor softened slightly as he saw the relief on your face. "It's the least we can do," he replied gruffly.
Nori, a wiry, quick-fingered dwarf, came rushing into the room, carrying a tray of steaming food and a tankard of ale. He placed the tray on a table near you, a sly smile playing on his face. "Here you go, lass."
You reach out and give him a swift hug. “Thank you so much,” you grin widely as you take a seat, eyes sparkling.
Nori's cheeks flushed as he received an unexpected embrace from you. He chuckled and patted your back awkwardly. 
"No problem, lass. Just doing my job." He backed away, mumbling something under his breath about "soft humans" as he scurried out of the room.
Meanwhile, Thorin watched the exchange with a mix of surprise and fascination. He cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to him.
Thorin observed you, watching silently as you took a small bite. His penetrating blue eyes studied your every move, his gaze unwavering. There was something about you that intrigued him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Finally, he broke the silence. "So, Y/N," he began, his voice deep and rumbling. "Can you tell me how you came to be lost in the wilderness?"
“Not really.” You chew eagerly, the cloak Gandalf gave you sliding down your shoulders slightly and exposing your skin to Thorin's gaze.
Thorin's eyes were drawn to the exposed skin of your shoulders as the cloak slipped down. A shiver ran down his spine at the sight of your bare flesh. He quickly schooled his reaction and returned his gaze to your face.
"What do you mean, not really?" he asked, his voice gruff, feigning indifference. "You must have some idea of how you ended up out there, lost and alone."
“I don’t..” you sigh, stopping your chewing as you look up at him. “I just remember falling asleep in my bed and then waking up in a cold dark forest.”
Thorin's brow furrowed at your response, confusion and concern etched on his face. "So... you just appeared out of nowhere?" he asked, his voice edged with skepticism. 
He took a step closer to you, eyeing the strange clothes you wore. "And what of your clothes? Those are unlike any I've ever seen."
“I was at a party,” you laugh, looking down at your revealing dress that is less than practical in this situation.
Thorin's gaze darkened as he took in the sight of your party attire, the low neckline and the bare length of your thighs on display. He swallowed heavily, his mind wandering to places he shouldn’t allow it to go. 
"A party, you say?" He repeated, his voice a little huskier than he had intended.
You nod, Thorin joins you at the table, encouraging you to eat as he continues to question you. 
A few weeks have passed since you arrived, you’ve become a little more versed in the world and palace. Having now met each of the many dwarves living in the palace.
As the weeks passed and you grew accustomed to the palace, he found himself seeking your company more and more.
The other dwarves had grown fond of you as well, especially Fili and Kili who teased you frequently and took every opportunity to make you laugh.
One evening, after a particularly long day, Thorin invited you to his private chambers once again. 
You carefully step toward his room, cautious and silent as to not wake anyone. You lightly tap on the heavy door, “Uh your highness?”
Thorin rose from his chair as he heard the soft tapping on the door. He took a moment to compose himself before calling out, his voice gravelly and deep, "Come in."
He stood by the fireplace, the amber glow of the flames dancing across his face as he waited for you to enter.
You struggle with the door, still not used to how heavy doors in this world are. “Fucking hell,” you murmur as you finally get it open, slipping inside and walking toward Thorin.
Thorin chuckled; he found your modern curses amusing and strangely endearing.
As you approached him by the fireplace, he took in your appearance. The low light of the fire illuminated your features, casting soft shadows across your face. He noted the way your gown clung to your curves, and his eyes darkened slightly as he fought to control his thoughts.
"Close the door," he commanded in a gruff voice, his gaze still fixed on you. 
The room was large and sparsely furnished, with only a few pieces of furniture placed throughout. The fireplace provided a warm, intimate setting, and Thorin gestured for you to take a seat on a nearby couch.
You close the door carefully, trying not to make too much noise. Having your back turned to the dwarf meant his gaze could wander your frame and each slight movement of your body. 
“Thorin,” you take a seat next to him. “Those doors are so damn heavy.”
As you settled down beside him, Thorin couldn’t help but notice the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. His eyes were drawn to the subtle movement of your body, the way the fabric of your gown clung to your curves.
He chuckled at your comment, a gruff sound that rumbled in his chest. "You'll get used to it," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. "After all, you've been here for a few weeks now."
You’ve gotten used to being in his room as he’s been teaching you the history of his kingdom, but you’re never here this late in the evening. “Did you miss me?” You tease as you relax into the plush couch.
Thorin's lips curled into a small smile at your playful tone. He rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the hint of amusement in his gaze.
"Don't get too cocky," he grumbled, trying to appear aloof. "I just thought you might want to know more of our history, that's all."
But deep down, he had grown quite fond of your company. Perhaps a little too fond.
“Mm, do I have to learn?” You pout, tired from the day you’ve had. “Perhaps we can just relax..”
Thorin chuckled, his gruff exterior softening slightly at your pout. He knew you had been working hard and was pleasantly surprised by your suggestion to relax. 
"Hmm, you want to skip the history lesson tonight?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "And what would we do instead?"
“I could.. brush your hair! I could braid it.” You offer, not knowing the implications of your suggestion.
Thorin's eyes widened in surprise at your suggestion. He hadn't expected you to offer to brush his hair, let alone braid it. In dwarven culture, it was considered an intimate gesture, reserved for close family or lovers.
But he couldn’t deny that the idea of having you touch his hair was appealing. He found your presence soothing, and the thought of your fingers running through his hair was more enticing than he cared to admit.
"You... want to brush my hair?" he repeated, his voice gruff but tinged with a hint of curiosity. 
He shifted in his seat, watching you closely, his eyes darkened with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. He could hardly deny the effect your presence had on him, and the thought of you being so close, touching him in such an intimate way made his heart skip a beat.
“Why not?” You grin while scooting slightly closer to him. “It would be nice..”
Thorin's breath hitched as you scooted closer to him, and he found himself strangely compelled by the thought of having your hands in his hair. Despite his usual gruff and stoic demeanor, the idea of allowing you to brush and braid his hair felt oddly vulnerable.
He cleared his throat, trying to suppress his growing desire. "All right then," he grumbled, his voice betraying a hint of excitement. "You can brush my hair."
You grin, taking the brush from the table in your hands. “This is quite exciting.” You murmur, your hands on his shoulders as you kneel behind him.
Thorin felt the warmth of your hands on his shoulders as you knelt behind him, and a shiver ran down his spine. He closed his eyes, trying to compose himself as he felt your breath on the back of his neck.
"Exciting, you say?" he murmured, his voice low and gruff. "I never thought having my hair brushed would be so thrilling."
“I’ve been wanting to touch your hair for ages,” you softly undo the braids from his hair, your fingers nimbly gliding through. “It looks so soft.”
The honesty and softness in your voice sent a rush of warmth through his chest.
He swallowed, his voice barely above a whisper, "It’s not as soft as yours, I assure you."
The feeling of your fingers gliding through his hair was both soothing and arousing, sending tingles down his spine. He closed his eyes, relishing the sensation of your gentle touch.
You carefully brush through his locks, your fingers brushing against his back as you do so. 
Thorin's breath hitched slightly as your fingers trailed against his back, sending a ripple of heat through him. It took all his self-control not to lean into your touch, to feel more of your hands on his skin.
"You... have nimble fingers," he mumbled, his voice gruff and a touch huskier than usual.
“I take that, that is a compliment?” You murmur with a soft giggle as you begin to massage his scalp, the action is something your mom used to do to help you relax.
Thorin let out a low, rumbling sound of contentment as you began to massage his scalp, the tension in his muscles melting away under your touch.
He hummed in response to your question. "A compliment indeed," he murmured, his eyes closing as he leaned into your fingers. "You have a gentle touch. It's... soothing."
“Well, thank you.” Your nails gently scratch against his skin. The pads of your fingertips working at his scalp.
Thorin couldn’t help but moan softly at the pleasure of your touch, the soft scratching of your fingernails sending shocks of desire coursing through him.
He shifted slightly in his seat, trying to regain some control over his growing need. His body was on fire, every inch of him aching for more of your touch. 
"Keep that up, and you'll put me to sleep," he teased gruffly, his voice rough with suppressed desire.
“Maybe I’d like to lull you to sleep.” You tease, you adjust yourself, sitting down against the arm of the couch. “Just relax, you can lean against me.” Your legs spread, resting on either side of his body.
Thorin’s mind raced as you adjusted your position, the thought of leaning his weight against your soft body was both thrilling and terrifying. He could practically feel your thighs against his sides, and the thought was both enticing and tortuous.
But he couldn’t deny the aching need in him to give into the temptation of your offer. Without a word, he leaned back against you, his head resting on your chest as he allowed himself to relax into your embrace.
“Are you comfortable like this?” You question, fingers still working in his hair.
Thorin let out a low, rumbling hum of contentment as he leaned against you, the feeling of your fingers in his hair sending waves of pleasure through his body. 
He nodded, his voice gruff and slightly sleepy. "Yes, quite comfortable," he mumbled, his eyes closed as he savored the sensation of being so close to you. "Your hands are... quite magical, you know that?”
“They’re good for other things too…” you reply in a suggestive tone.
Thorin's eyes snapped open at your suggestive tone, his body tensing at the implication. He swallowed heavily, his mind immediately filled with vivid images of all the “other things” he wished your hands could do to him.
He cleared his throat, his voice rough and strangled. "Is that so?" he managed to reply, his eyes dark with a mixture of surprise and desire.
“Mhm,” you trail one hand down his chest. “I’ve been told that I’m quite skilled with my hands.” You bite down on your lower lip.
Thorin's heart pounded in his chest as you trailed your hand down his chest, the simple touch sending a wave of heat through his body. He swallowed heavily, the sight of you biting your lip sending his thoughts spiraling out of control.
He couldn’t deny that the thought of your skills with your hands aroused him deeply, but he fought to keep his desire in check.
"Are you now?" he managed to reply, his voice thick with suppressed need. "And who exactly has told you this?"
“They’re not important right now,” you mutter, “my focus is on you, love..” you slide your hand under his shirt, fingers brushing over his muscles.
Thorin's breath hitched at the feeling of your hand under his shirt, your touch igniting a fire in him that he could barely control. The way you referred to him as ‘love’ made his heart clench.
He let out a low, guttural sound as your fingers grazed over his muscles. Your touch was both soothing and arousing, and he found himself leaning into your hand, craving more of your touch.
"You're making it very hard to think straight," he whispered huskily.
“Mm, you’re very handsome my King.” You press a kiss to his temple, your other hand moving from his hair to his chest.
Thorin's eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of your kiss on his temple, his heart hammering in his chest at the simple yet intimate gesture.
"You... you have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. The feeling of your other hand on his chest made his muscles tense under your touch, his breath catching in his throat.
“Let me take care of you..” You move from behind him, your breasts pressing against his back as you move your hand to his trousers.
The feeling of your breasts pressing against his back sent a jolt of pleasure through Thorin’s body, and he let out a strangled gasp. He could feel the heat of you against him, and it was both tantalizing and torturous.
He swallowed heavily, his voice a hoarse whisper as he tried to fight the overwhelming desire coursing through him. "Take... take care of me?" he repeated, his eyes dark with need.
You kiss his neck as you slip your hand into his pants, fingers grazing over his hardness.
Thorin’s breath hitched as your lips brushed against his neck, followed by the feeling of your hand slipping into his pants. His body trembled with need as your fingers grazed over his hardness, and he let out a guttural moan, his head falling back against your shoulder.
"You’re... you’re driving me mad," he managed to gasp out.
“Relax. I’ll take care of you,” you whisper into his ear, your hand grasping his length.
Thorin's body tensed as your hand grasped him, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips at the sensation. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt such pleasure, and the feeling of your breath on his ear sent a shiver down his spine.
He forced himself to relax, his head falling back against your shoulder as he surrendered to your touch. "Please... yes, take care of me," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.
You comply, your thumb brushing over his tip and spreading his precum. He pulls his trousers down, exposing himself to the cool air, your hand moves around him.
You begin to stroke him gently, your hand moving with a rhythm that you've learned from his reactions. Each stroke causes his breath to hitch, each touch of your thumb sends a jolt of pleasure through his body. "Is this what you want?" You whisper, your voice a seductive purr in his ear.
Thorin's eyes squeezed shut as he nodded, his body reacting instinctively to the exquisite pleasure you were giving him. His chest heaved with each breath, his heart racing faster with every stroke. "Yes," he managed to murmur, his voice a rough growl of need. 
You lean in closer, your breath hot against his skin as you whisper sweet nothings that only served to heighten his arousal. Each word was a caress, each sound a stroke of pleasure that painted images in his mind of what was to come.
Your hand grew bolder, your strokes more deliberate as you felt his cock swell and throb in your grasp. You knew you had him right where you wanted him, and the power of it thrilled you. 
"Y/N..." he gasped out your name, his body begging for more. He was lost in the sensation, the world outside of the warmth of your embrace and the feel of your hand on him ceased to exist. 
Thorin's hand reached up to clutch the fabric of your gown, his fingers digging into the material as he fought the urge to pull you closer, to feel more of you.
Your touch grew more insistent, your hand moving faster as you felt him growing closer to release. His muscles tensed, and you knew he was close. 
"I... I need you," he whispered, his voice strained with desire. "I need all of you."
With those words, the last of his self-control snapped, and he turned to face you, his eyes burning with passion as he pulled you into a bruising kiss.
As Thorin claimed your lips in a fiery kiss, his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you onto his lap. The heat of your body pressed against his, and his hands began to roam, exploring the soft curves hidden beneath your gown. 
His fingers traced the lines of your corset, desperate to feel more of your skin. Your own hands moved to his broad chest, exploring the firm muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. Each touch, each kiss grew more feverish as you both gave in to the passion that had been simmering between you for weeks. 
Your breaths mingled, gasps and moans filling the air as the intensity of your connection grew. The fireplace cast flickering shadows on the wall, dancing in time with the rhythm of your bodies. His hands found your breasts, cupping them gently before moving to untie the corset strings.
 As the fabric fell away, revealing your naked chest, Thorin couldn’t help but worship them with his mouth, his tongue flicking over your sensitive nipples, making you arch into his touch with a whimper of pleasure. 
Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you rocked your hips against him, feeling his hardness beneath you, begging for more. The room grew hazy with desire as you both lost yourself in the moment, the world outside forgotten in the face of the passion consuming you.
Feeling the warmth of your skin and the weight of your breasts in his hands, Thorin's desire grew more insistent, his cock straining against your stomach. He broke the kiss, panting heavily as he looked into your eyes, searching for permission to take this further. 
Your eyes met his, dark with want, and you nodded, your hands sliding down to his hips to guide his cock against your wet, eager pussy. He groaned as the head of his cock teased your entrance, the sensation sending a shock of pleasure through his body. 
With a gentle rock of your hips, you encouraged him, and he pushed forward, sheathing himself inside you with a deep, guttural moan. You gasped as he filled you completely, the sensation of him inside you like nothing you had ever felt before. 
The room spun as he began to thrust, the sound of your mingled cries and the crackling of the fire the only noises in the vast space. Each stroke was met with a whimper of pleasure from you, your body moving in perfect harmony with his, your hips rising to meet each powerful thrust. 
The intensity grew, your breaths becoming more ragged, your movements more erratic as the pleasure built within you. Thorin’s hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements, pushing deeper and faster as he chased his own release. 
Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks that would surely be visible tomorrow, but neither of you cared. The only thing that mattered was the overwhelming ecstasy that crashed over you both, leaving you gasping for breath and clinging to each other as the world outside the warm cocoon of his chambers faded away into insignificance.
You moaned into Thorin's mouth, feeling his cock pulse and swell as he claimed your body, the intensity of his thrusts increasing. His beard brushed against your cheeks, adding an extra layer of sensation to the already overwhelming experience. 
Your own hips met his rhythm, desperately seeking the peak of pleasure that was just out of reach. Your breaths grew quicker and shallower, your heart hammering in your chest as the pressure builds between your legs. 
Thorin's hands slid down to grasp your ass, lifting you slightly to change the angle, and the new sensation sent you spiraling over the edge. You cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your inner walls clenching around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. 
The dwarf king growled in response, his own release following closely behind, his warm seed filling you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. For a moment, you remained like that, panting and trembling in each other's arms, the only sound in the room the crackling of the fire.
Then, slowly, he pulled back, his gaze searching yours, a mix of passion, vulnerability, and something deeper that neither of you dared to name. He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip, and whispered, "I never knew... I never knew it could be like this."
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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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smallesthobbit · 7 months ago
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The Hobbit & The Dwarf {Masterlist}
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Contents:
The Meeting (P.I): ੈ✩‧₊˚ Synopsis - You and your brother, Bilbo, meet Thorin (& Company)
Mountain Trolls (P.II): ੈ✩‧₊˚ Synopsis - The Company almost get eaten by Mountain Trolls.
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just-a-little-cellist · 2 years ago
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Hi! I love your stuff I saw requests were open 😁
Could you Write a fem human reader x thorin who’s shorter than him, and she’s new to the quest meeting the company in Bilbos house, Gandalf already knows her and is like a farther figure.
Thorins a bit skeptical of her at first but those feelings die down as he realises she’s his one. Basically Thorin being a dick at first but warms up to the reader, some confessions are made and some fluffy/little-very tame nsfw stuff occurs when they reach Rivendell?
Thank you!! ☺️
(oh I love this so much! I hope this does your idea justice, there isn't smut in this one since it got quite long by itself, but I'd be happy to make a part 2 where they get to Rivendell if you'd like :) hope you enjoy :D)
(link for part 2!)
An Unexpected Guest (Thorin x female!human!reader)
Thorin watched you from across the campfire and tried to ignore the familiar tugging in his chest. You were too busy laughing alongside Fili and Kili to notice his probing stare, and seeing how easily you'd integrated into the group only made him more perplexed by your presence. He quickly averted his gaze though when he caught the look Balin sent him. The older dwarf simply chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, reminding Thorin of the evening he had met you.
The dwarves had been gathered at Bilbo's house for some time now, and evening had fallen by the time another, relatively quiet, knock sounded at the door. The hobbit almost seemed to be seething at the idea of more people showing up, but this time it was Gandalf who rose to answer.
"It seems our final guest has arrived." At this, Thorin shot him a glare that went unnoticed as Gandalf left the room.
"Gandalf! It's wonderful to see you again."
"Likewise, my dear. Come in, I shall introduce you to the company."
After you had hung your cloak up, you closed the door and followed Gandalf into the room where the dwarves sat. Thorin could only watch in disbelief as you politely thanked Mr Baggins for hosting the event and shook his hand (which appeared to at least partially dispel the hobbit's bad spirits). The wizard had really invited another without his consent - and a human woman at that.
With a gentle hand on your shoulder, Gandalf said, "It is my pleasure to introduce to you Y/n L/n, a student of mine. I have decided that she will accompany you along this journey."
Thorin rose from his chair abruptly, and all eyes turned to him.
"When were you going to tell me about this decision?" His voice was quiet, but his rage was betrayed by his clenched fists. "You do not have the right to-"
"Thorin, I have said she will go with you, and you should be wise to respect that." The wizard's face was dark, and Thorin paused before he reluctantly stepped forward to look at you. "I can assure you that she will be of use. She has studied under me for some time and is a rather excellent navigator, which I suspect will come in handy."
You bowed respectfully. "It is an honour to meet you, Thorin." You made brief eye contact with him as you rose and he felt something in his chest tighten, but he chose to ignore it.
"Don't get in the way," He muttered and returned to the table.
Later in the evening, he found himself stealing glances at you as you chatted merrily with some of the others. He couldn't quite figure you out - you seemed an intelligent young woman, but he couldn't risk compromising the quest, and he didn't trust humans in general, but just maybe there was a small part of him that wanted you to come, and there was this odd pulling feeling deep within him...
His train of thought was interrupted by Balin's hand on his shoulder, and he quickly realized he'd been staring for longer than he intended.
"Your feelings are written on your forehead, laddie."
Thorin cleared his throat and looked anywhere but where you sat. "I feel nothing for her. She's a liability."
Balin chuckled and patted his shoulder. "If you say so."
Balin had moved to sit next to Thorin in the time he was stuck in his own head, and spoke quietly with a smile on his face.
"You can't stare at her forever laddie." The glare he was sent did not deter him. "It's been the same with her since she first arrived, and I've never seen you like this before with any other lass." The two dwarves both looked at you, still teasing Kili over something or other.
Feeling the eyes on you, you looked across the fire and waved shyly with a smile when you saw Thorin watching you. And as much as he tried to resist, he couldn't help but give you a smile in return.
Now that he thought about it, maybe he had warmed up to you a little more than he'd like to admit. Something had drawn him to you and he couldn't quite place why.
"Lad, I haven't seen you smile like that since we started this journey. She makes you happy, and you'd be a fool to deny yourself that."
Thorin sighed. As if he was trying to pretend he wasn't saying it out loud, he murmured, "What if she doesn't feel the same?"
"She does, I'm sure of it. She has the same look in her eyes as you do." Balin put a comforting hand on his knee. "Y/n is your One, Thorin. You know it better than I do."
Oh. That... actually made a lot of sense.
Before he could respond, Kili ran over to them. "Uncle! Can you come and stand next to Y/n? She's making fun of me and you're the only one taller than her!"
Balin laughed and clapped him on the back. "Go on laddie."
Trying to settle his beating heart, Thorin stood and let Kili lead him over to his One (even if she didn't know it yet).
Fili pushed her lightly in Thorin's direction. "She thinks she's better than us because she's two inches taller than me."
"Is that so?" Seeing the slight blush on your cheeks, Thorin realized that Balin may not have been exaggerating, so with a subtle smirk on his face he looked down at you. He was only a few inches taller but it felt like he towered over you in that moment. "I don't appreciate the torment of my nephews, Miss Y/n."
You looked up at him and smiled with a teasing tone. "Well, they started it. I can't take all the blame, your majesty."
If his heart was beating too fast before, he was pretty sure it just stopped completely.
The two of you maintained eye contact for just longer than necessary, before he stepped away and cleared his throat. Fili seemed to have caught on to his uncle's unusual behavior, and with a wink in your direction he subtly directed Kili back over to Balin.
"May..." He paused, still uncertain. "May I speak with you, Y/n? Somewhere a little more private."
"Of course." Mahal, your smile was almost enough for him to forget he was nervous in the first place.
He led you a little further into the woods, just far enough from the group that they couldn't eavesdrop, and took a deep breath.
You smiled anxiously. "You're making me nervous, Thorin. What is it?"
In an uncharacteristically quiet voice, he said, "I think you're my One."
"Your One?"
"I..." He tried to calm the shake in his voice, to no avail. "I suppose you might call it a soulmate."
The blush on your face spread as you processed his words. "O-oh. I see."
"I must apologize for my behavior when we first met. I was skeptical of you, but you have shown yourself to be not only a valued member of the company, but also a caring and wonderful person." Thorin looked up from the ground to meet your eyes. "I have grown fond of you, Y/n, and I feel a connection with you that I have never experienced before. Something has been drawing me towards you every time I see you, and I can't pretend it isn't there anymore."
"Thorin, I-"
"If you do not feel the same then we need never discuss it again, but I-"
He was interrupted with your finger over his lips. You giggled at his confused expression and took his hands. "Thorin, of course I feel the same." You smiled sheepishly. "I was hoping to hide it for a little longer but Kili saw right through me."
"He is more perceptive than he looks," he chuckled, tracing his fingers over yours.
You lifted one hand to softly cup Thorin's cheek. "Either way, I'm glad the feeling is mutual."
Feeling your fingers in his hair when you tugged him down to kiss you, he had never been so glad for Balin's prying in his life.
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daydreaming136 · 9 months ago
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Kili Durin x F!READER (Modern female)
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Pairings: Kili x Reader slight Fili x Reader if you squint lol
Tags: modern reader female, isekai, waking up in the hobbit, death, romance, adventure, magic, dwarves, elves, everyone lives AU!, eventual smut,
Author notes: hi this is my first time writing for the hobbit hopefully someone will like it ❤️ please be kind in the comments and don’t be afraid to message me any questions ❤️
When I opened my eyes I saw a beautiful blue sky and the sun shining bright there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I sat up suddenly there was a pain in my stomach I winced and hissed. I lifted my shirt to look for any injury and didn’t find any. Then I realized the pain went away, I blinked a few times and thought back about my day and how I got here. The day went on as usual woke up spent some time to myself, which includes coffee and some gaming. Got ready for work, shower, brushed teeth, a pair of jeans and a button down shirt, a pair of shoes which were dirty from working in them. I drove to work, clocked in, put my Home Depot apron on, got stabbed by some crazed customer, clocked out, drove home…wait what? Let me back up a bit. I got stabbed by some crazed customer?? I lifted my shirt up again but didn’t see a stab mark. I huffed and got up. “Did I die? Is this heaven?” I chuckled. “Well I didn’t think I’d end up in heaven.” I looked around but didn’t see a person or angel in sight. I looked for any sign of life and saw smoke a few miles away. “I guess I’ll start there.” I walked towards where the smoke was residing. I walked into a small village. I mean literally small because the people were small and everything in the village was small. The people reminded me of hobbits with their pointy ears and big hairy feet. I walked to what looked like a market place. I thought I saw Bilbo baggins from the hobbit at one point but decided to kept walking. Til I recognized a familiar gray pointy hat. I sped up my pace and grabbed the persons sleeve. “Excuse me.” Once the man turned around I immediately recognized the man. “Yes my lady?” I felt my eyes go wide from shock. “Um I-I…” my words died from my mouth as I looked at his face longer. Gandalf raised his brow, “are you alright my dear?” I blinked realizing I’ve been staring at him. “You’re Gandalf the grey, right?” He looked at me up and down, staring at me questioning. “Indeed I am, and you are?” I realized I was making a fool out of myself I shook my head and cleared my throat. “Mr. Gandalf my name is Y/N and i know I’m going to sound crazy but I believe I ended up in either The Hobbit or Lord Of The Rings. Please believe me when I say that I’m not trying to do any harm to you or Bilbo or Frodo or Thorin.” He stared at me hard then he started to smile. “Well my dear why don’t we walk and talk.” I nodded and began to walk beside him. “So let’s start from the beginning.” I swallowed and started my tale of the hobbit careful enough to not give anything important away. “Hm. Well I do believe you my lady for I just talked to Bilbo not too long ago.” I smiled. “Thank goodness. Please let me join you and the company to take back the lonely mountain, with my knowledge I can help.” He thought for a moment and nodded. “Alright. Let’s get you some supplies for the journey ahead.” We hit the market again getting me a bedroll and some feminine products I’ll need. Then he lead me to a familiar hole in the ground. “This is bilbos place isn’t it?” Gandalf nodded. “I need to do something for a bit wait for me here til I return.” I nodded. “Okay.” He began to walk away. “Oh and Y/N do stay out of trouble.” I chuckled. “You got it.”
Hours went by I ended up on the grass and took a nap. It was hard not to when the sun felt nice on my skin and the grass felt comfortable. I was startled awake by a shake to my shoulder. When I opened my eyes I was met with brown and blue eyes. “Miss why are you sleeping out here?” I blinked and sat up. “Oh sorry I must’ve dozed off waiting for Gandalf.”
“Gandalf? Are you the new member uncle was telling us?” I nodded. “Probably, Gandalf told me to wait here for him, are you heading to Mr. Baggins?” They nodded. “He should be here soon why don’t we head in while we wait?” I bit my lip and nodded. “Okay I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’m Y/N by the way.”
“I’m Fili and this is my brother Kili.” I nodded to Kili noticing him not saying anything. The three of us walked toward Bilbos home. Fili rang the doorbell. And we waited for the hobbit to open the door. Bilbo opened the door. Bilbo whimpered when he saw the three of us. “Fili.” Fili introduced himself “Kili.” Kili finally spoke. “And Y/N.” I introduced myself. The two dwarves bowed their heads. “At your service.” I nodded towards Bilbo. “You must be Mr. Boggins.”
“Nope! You can’t come in. You’ve come to the wrong house.” Bilbo went to close the door but Kili stopped him. “What? Has it been canceled?” The door was pushed back open a bit. “No one told us.” Fili walking close behind his brother. “No, nothings been canceled.” Bilbo said confused about what the dwarves were implying. “That’s a relief.” Kili pushed the door open more and walked in Fili and I followed after. “Sorry Mr. Baggins.”I say give him a sympathetic look. I could tell he was already getting frustrated. “Careful with these. I just had ‘em sharpened.” Fili began to take off his weapons. I walked in looking around the hobbits home. “The movies really didn’t do this place justice.” I muttered under my breath. Kili walking around. “It’s nice, this place. Did you do it yourself?” Kili asked. Without Bilbo paying attention Kili began to take the mud off his shoes on Bilbos mother’s chest. I bit the inside of my cheek wanting to tell him not to do that because it is Bilbos mother’s chest. “What? No, it’s been in the family for years.” Bilbo finally realized what Kili was doing. “That’s my mother’s glory box! Can you please not do that?” Bilbo was angry. Then Dwalin walked in and grabbing Kili’s shoulder leading him farther in the house. “Fili, Kili. Come on. Give us a hand.” All of us walked into what looked like a dining room. “Let’s shove this in the hallway, otherwise we’ll never get everyone in.” Bilbo stammered. “Everyone? How many more are there?” I grabbed Fili’s weapons. “Here I’ll take these Mr. Baggins.”
“Th-thank you. Do you know what’s going on.” I smiled slyly and put Fili’s weapons somewhere out of the way. Suddenly the doorbell rang again. Bilbo feeling very frustrated walked towards the door. “Oh, no. No. No. There’s nobody home! Go away and bother somebody else! There’s far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is. If this is some clot-heads idea of a joke…ha! Ha! I can only say it is in poor taste.” He opened the door I could hear the dwarves falling on the floor in the entrance of the hobbits home. I followed after Bilbo. Seeing the dwarves on the floor I giggled watching them grunt and groan. “Ah. There you are my lady I thought I told you to stay put.” I smiled. “Sorry I ran into Fili and Kili they said you would be here soon and well here you are.” Bilbo looked at Gandalf. “Gandalf.”
Soon everyone was in the dining room they were passing ales and food. Having a grand old time, I ate a bit myself. I grabbed a jug of ale and took a few gulps. I giggled some more seeing poor Bilbo tell the dwarves to put his food back from his pantry. Food was going left and right the dwarves drinking and eating. “Ale! Going one, two, three!” They were all chugging their drinks. A few letting out some burps. I laughed amongst them. Once they all finished eating they began to clean up I joined in obviously. “‘Scuse me but where do I put my plate?” Ori asked Bilbo. Fili walked up grabbing the plate from him. “Here you go, ori. Give it to me.” He tossed it to Kili who caught it without a problem and tossing it to Bifur. They were tossing all the dishes to get cleaned. I heard the dwarves clatter the silverware. “And can—can you not do that? You’ll blunt them.”
“Ooh, do you hear that, lads? He says we’ll blunt the knives.” They began to bang their shoes amongst the floor, making a beat. “ Blunt the knives, bend the forks.” Kili began to sing. “Smash the bottles and burn the corks.” Fili followed. “Chip the glasses and crack the plates.”
“That’s what Bilbo baggins hates!” They all sang together. I danced a bit to their song. “Cut the cloth tread on the fat. Leave the bones on the bedroom mat. Pour the milk on the pantry floor. Smash the wine on every door. Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl. Pound them up with a thumping pole. When you’re finished, if they are whole. Send them down the hall to roll. That’s what Bilbo baggins hates!” They all laughed after the song was finished. Suddenly there was a loud banging on the door everyone quieted down. I looked at Gandalf. “He is here.” Bilbo and Gandalf walked to the door, I followed them. Gandalf opened the door for Thorin. “Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way. Twice. I wouldn’t have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door.”
“Mark? There’s no mark on that door. It was painted a week ago.” Gandalf closed the door after Thorin walked in. “There is a mark. I put it there myself. Bilbo Baggins. Y/N. Allow me to introduce the leader of our company: Thorin Oakenshield.” I bowed my head a bit to be polite. “So..this is the hobbit and Gandalfs assistant. Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?” Thorin circled Bilbo. “Pardon me?”
“Axe or sword? What’s your weapon of choice?”
“Well, I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know.” I crinkled a bit. “But I fail to see why that’s relevant.”
“I thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.” The dwarves laughed at Thorins comment. I felt a little sympathy for Bilbo. The dwarves all walked to the dining room it was just Bilbo, Gandalf, and I. “Your assistant aye.” I crossed my arms under my chest. Gandalf smiled. “Well I couldn’t just tell them you’re from another world now could I.” I nodded. “Alright, I guess it could work for now.”
I sat next to Fili and Kili at the dining table. “What need from the meeting in Ered Luin?” Balin asked Thorin. “Did they all come?”
“Aye. Envoys from all seven kingdoms.”
“And what did the dwarves of the iron hills say? Is Dain with us?” Dwalin asked. “They will not come.” Thorin answered.
“They say this quest is ours and ours alone.”
“You’re going on a quest?” Bilbo asked standing behind Gandalf. “Y/N, help my dear fellow Bilbo, let us have a little more light.” I nodded helping Bilbo bring some candles out. “Far to the east…over ranges and rivers… beyond woodlands and wastelands… lies a single, solitary peak.”
“The lonely mountain.”
“Aye, Oin has read the portents, and the portents say it is time!” Glóin said. “Ravens have been seen flying back to the mountain, as it was foretold. When the birds of yore return to erebor, the reign of the beast will end.”
“What beast?” Bilbo asked curiously. “That would be a reference to Smaug the terrible. Chiefest and greatest calamity of our age. Airborne fire breather. Teeth like razors. Claws like meat hooks. Extremely fond of precious metals.” Bofur described Smaug. “Yes, I know what a dragon is.” Suddenly Oir stood up. “I’m not afraid. I’m up for it. I’ll give him a taste of dwarvish iron right up his jacksie!”
“Good lad, Ori!” Nori cheered on the dwarf. “Sit down.” Dori told him. “The task would be difficult enough with an army behind us..but we number in just 16. And not 16 of the best…nor brightest.” That gave a bit of commotion. “We may be few in number… but we’re fighters. All of us! To the last dwarf.” Fili cheered on. “And you forget, we have a wizard in our company along with his assistant. Gandalf will have killed hundreds of dragons in his time.” I bit back a laugh. “Oh, well, no. I-I-I wouldn’t say—,”
“How many, then?” Dori asked. “What?”
“How many dragons have you killed?” All the dwarves looked at Gandalf as he choked on his smoke. “Go on. Give us a number.” I watched as they fought amongst themselves. I pushed myself against the wall. “Uh, excuse me. Please.” Bilbo tried to talk to the dwarves when Thorin spoke up. “No more!” They all went silent. “If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have read them too? Rumors have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug has not been seen for 60 years. Eyes look west to the mountain, assessing, wondering, weighing the risk. Perhaps the vast of our wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back erebor?!” They all cheer til Balin cuts in. “You forget: the front gate is sealed. There is no way into the mountain.”
“That, my dear Balin, is not entirely true.” Gandalf brought out a key showing it to the dwarves. “How came you by this?” Thorin asked. “It was given to me by your father. By Thrain. For safekeeping. It is yours now.” Gandalf handed Thorin the key. “If there is a key…there must be a door.” Fili thought out loud. Gandalf showed them the writing on the map. “These runes speak of a hidden passage to the lower halls.”
“There’s another way in.” Kili spoke happily. “Well, if we can find it, but dwarf doors are invisible when closed. The answer lies hidden somewhere in this map, and I do not have the skill to find it. But there are others in middle earth who can. The task I have in mind will require a great deal of stealth and no small amount of courage. But if we are careful and clever, I believer that it can be done.”
“That’s why we need a burglar.” Ori concluded. “Hmm. And a good one too.” All eyes were on Bilbo. “An expert, I’d imagine.”
“And are you?” Glóin asked. Bilbo looked around realizing that he asked him. “Am I what?”
“He said he’s an expert! Hey!”
“Me? No. No, no. I’m not a burglar. I’ve never stolen a thing in my life.”
“Well, I’m afraid I have to agree with Mr. Baggins. He’s hardly burglar material.” Balin replied.
“Aye, the wild is no place for gentle folk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves.” Dwalin looked at bilbo and I. I felt a little offended. “C’mon Dwalin they’ll manage just fine.” Bilbo agreed what the dwarf said while I bit my tongue holding back insults. The dwarves talked amongst themselves. Then Gandalf made the house grow dark. Gandalf stood as tall as he could in the small hobbits house and in a loud and scary voice, “Enough! If I say Bilbo baggins is a burglar, then a burglar he is. And you will talk to my assistant with more respect. Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet. In fact, they can pass unseen by most, if they choose. And while the dragon is accustomed to the smell of dwarf, the scent of a hobbit is all but unknown to him. My assistant here also has some insight about our quest which will be useful in taking back the lonely mountain. Smaug will not see us coming. You asked me to find the 14th member of this company, and I have found 2. There’s a lot more to them than appearances suggest. And they both got a great deal more to offer than any of you know. Including themselves.” I could tell he was mainly talking to Bilbo. “You must trust me on this.” Gandalf finished. Thorin seemed to take Gandalfs words seriously. “Very well. We will do it your way.” Bilbo doesn’t seem convinced though. “No.no.”
“Give them the contract.” Thorin looked at Balin. Balin took out a folded paper and handed it to Bilbo. “It’s just the usual. Summary of out of pocket expenses…time required, remuneration…funeral arrangements, so forth.” Bilbo seemed stunned by the words ‘funeral arrangements.’
“Funeral arrangements?” I placed my hand on bilbos shoulder, “it’ll be alright.” He opened the folded contract. Bilbo walked off to read the contract. Thorin leaned close to Gandalf talking about something important no doubt. “Terms: cash on delivery, up to but not exceeding 1/14th of total profit, if any. Seems fair. Present company shall not be liable for any injuries inflicted by or sustained as a consequence thereof, including, but not limited to lacerations…evisceration…incineration?” I giggled a bit at bilbos reaction. “Oh, aye. He’ll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye.” Bilbo seemed to pause at that. All the dwarves took notice, “are you all right, laddie?” Balin asked the small hobbit. Bilbo put his hands on his knees,” yeah.” Bilbo seemed to try to process this, taking a few deep breaths. “Feel a bit faint.” I felt a bit sympathetic for poor Bilbo besides knowing he’ll be alright. “Bilbo?” I asked concerned for the hobbit, but it seems another dwarf had other intentions. “Think furnace with wings.” Bofur got up from his seat. I looked at the dwarf with eyes to plead to him to stop. “Air. I-I-I need air.” Bilbo looked like he was going to get sick. “Flash of light, searing pain, then poof! You’re nothing more than a pile of ash.” I bit my lip watching the scene play out. Bilbo tried his best to keep calm and to not faint, but he failed. “Nope.” And he went down. I closed my eyes and sighed, “now you’ve done it. Good going Bofur.” I put my hands on my hips. “Oh, very helpful, Bofur.” Gandalf sarcastically said. I grabbed the contract picked up a quill and signed my name, handing it to Balin. “There you go.” Balin looked at the signature. “Welcome to the company, my lady.” I bowed my head and he did the same. The company helped poor Bilbo up and onto his comfy armchair. He was well awake and holding a cup of tea. “I’ll be all right. Just let me sit quietly for a moment.” Gandalf smoking his pipe seemed to get angry at the small hobbit. “You’ve been sitting quietly for far too long. Tell me, when did doilies and your mother’s dishes become so important to you?” Remembering this moment I decided to leave Gandalf and Bilbo to their conversation joining the dwarves in the other room. Fili and Kili walked up to me,” is Mr. Boggins all right?” I nodded. “Yes but he and Gandalf are having a serious conversation so I’d wait if you want to talk to him.” Kili nodded. “Do you think he’ll come?”
“No way brother, Mr. Boggins is way too comfortable here.” Fili responded. “I think he’ll come.” I smiled a little. “Why did you not faint, don’t dragons scare you?” Kili asked, I chuckled a bit, “of course they do but I also think dragons are cool. Seeing one up close sure would be a story to tell one day, that’s if I make it.” I know the story of them but what of me technically I died who knows what’ll happen to me here. “Cool? Dragons are not cool, remember what Bofur said. Furnace with wings.” Fili reminded me, I laughed. “Yes, yes. I remember I just meant they’re majestic, and also terrifying.” I have to remind myself that ‘cool’ isn’t a normal slang term in this world. In that moment Bilbo was walking past us going to what I believe is his bedroom. Kili and Fili suddenly left me to join the other dwarves in the living room. I began to hear humming and singing from the living room, remembering Thorin singing the misty mountain. I sat outside of the room listening to the beautiful sound but also hearing the mournful sound in Thorins voice. I vowed to myself I’ll make sure the durin line will survive once we arrived at the lonely mountain. Leaving my place in the hobbits home I walked outside took a place near the entrance of the hobbits home and fell asleep.
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sweetbutpsychobutsweet · 1 year ago
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You Love Bread!
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Chapter 8
Thorin Oakenshield x AFAB!Reader
Summary: You wake up from your fainting spell to a group of very concerned dwarves. Thorin in particular would like some answers, and might just have a few ideas up his sleeve to solve your problem...
Warnings: no use of y/n, angst, NSFW, 18+, Minors do not interact, smut, implied eating disorder/starvation
author's note: This chapter ended up being sooo much longer than I anticipated, so I had to break it up into 2 parts. Don't hate me for where I choose to leave this one off😅
Word count: 2121
Someone is pressing a cold cloth to your forehead when you slowly start to drift back into consciousness. You groan as you start to regain feeling in your fingers and toes again. 
It takes a moment for the memory of what happened to flood back in and your breath hitches in a jolt of panic as your eyes snap open and you scramble to get back to your feet. 
“Woah, easy there lass,” Fili’s voice comes from behind you and he removes the cloth from your face to place a firm hand on your shoulder, keeping you from getting back up just yet.
“I’m fine,” you grumble, shaking him off.
“No you’re not,” Kili chuckles from your side. “You swooned into Thorin’s arms like some kind of damsel in distress. You need to take it slow.”
The brothers both bring a hand to your back, gently helping you to sit up further. Fili hands the cool cloth over to you and you sigh in relief as you slide it along your neck and chest. 
Ironically you feel a lot better than you did before you passed out. A gentle breeze blows through your hair, and looking around you can see you are no longer in the same place you were when you lost consciousness. 
Someone has carried you off the path to lie in a patch of grass alongside a small lake. The rest of the company must be waiting nearby as you can hear their booming voices through the trees and can smell the smoke of a campfire and food cooking over the flames. You feel something soft beneath you and look down to find yourself laying on a fur cloak. Thorin’s cloak. 
You look around to try and find him. Farther down the lake you see him conversing with Oin and Bombur. They speak in hushed tones but judging by the troubled looks on their faces it’s safe to assume they’re talking about you.
“She’s awake, uncle,” Kili calls from behind you and Thorin’s head snaps to look over at you. He says something to Oin and they both hurry over to you. 
“Welcome back, lassie,” Oin says, “you gave us quite a fright.”
“You need to eat something,” Thorin says, signaling to Bombur to bring you some food. 
“I’m not hungry,” you tell him, “I just got too hot is all.”
“That wasn’t just heat stroke,” Oin replies with concern, “you’re still very pale and Thorin says you’ve been weak and disoriented all day.”
Of course, he did. You look over at him with a glare. 
“Well then he would be mistaken, I’m perfectly fine.” you lie. 
Bombur finally returns and approaches you with a bowl of soup and some bread but you shake your head, waving him off. 
“I’m not hungry,” you tell them again, “I’m ready to get back on the road I just need a minute to catch my breath.”
“We’re not going anywhere. The others have already started making camp here for the evening, we’ll start up again in the morning,” Thorin insists. He takes the bread from Bombur and shoos him away with the rest.
“But Durin’s day-” you protest, knowing your deadline is fast approaching.
“We can afford to wait a little longer, we already covered enough ground today. Here,” he replies, offering you the bread, “just eat some of this.”
You push his hand away with another shake of your head. You can keep going you know you can. You’ve put a good amount of distance between you and the orcs already; you won’t jeopardize that now. 
“In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never once seen you refuse bread,” Kili comments with a nervous chuckle.
“You love bread,” Fili agrees. 
You pay them no mind, keeping your eyes locked on Thorin’s as he thoughtfully examines your face. He’s given you no indication yet that he knows your real motives. How could he?
“Leave us,” he instructs the others, still looking at you. 
They all hurry off towards camp without protest. 
Fili hands the damp cloth over to his uncle and gives you another worried look before joining the others. 
Thorin is still looking at you in silence. Your anxiety gets the better of you and you pull your gaze away to look down at the ground, trying to feign innocence. 
He still says nothing. 
Does he expect you to speak first? Perhaps he’s hoping that if he waits long enough you’ll divulge everything to him on your own. 
That’s not going to happen, you laugh to yourself.
He rises to his feet with a sigh, but you still refuse to look at him as he makes his way over to the nearby lake. You hear him dip the cloth back into the water and wring it out before coming to sit in front of you.
He brings two fingers up to your chin, and gently turns your face to look at him. You’re too exhausted to fight him. 
His hand slides down to your neck, gently tipping your head back so he can see you better. You refuse to let your eyes meet his, instead electing to look over his shoulder at the light reflecting off the lake.
You shudder as he brings the cool cloth up to your face, tracing a slow line from your temple all the way down to your jaw. 
“Bombur says he hasn’t seen you eat anything since Rivendell. No one has,” Thorin’s voice is gentle and cautious. Not at all what you were expecting. 
You finally meet his eyes to see they are not angry as you were expecting. Instead, they’re full of fear. You can’t remember the last time you saw this side of Thorin, if ever. 
The cloth makes its way down the column of your neck, inching its way closer and closer towards the top of your breasts. You hate how much you ache for him to touch you there again.
Maybe it’s your desire or his rare show of vulnerability but you can’t help the words that escape your lips. 
“Orcs can smell blood,” you whisper. 
The cloth freezes just above your collarbone and he looks at you in confusion. 
“I’m due to start my monthly cycle in the next few days,” you clarify and can see as the last pieces of the mental puzzle fall into place.
His brow furrows and his hand drops away from your chest.
“You heard what Lord Elrond said. If we are being hunted by Orcs I didn’t want to lead them right to us. I figured if I stopped eating for a while the bleeding wouldn’t start and it would buy us more time to get them off our backs.”
You bite your bottom lip, waiting anxiously for the lecture to begin. For him to yell and shout and tell you how reckless you were, or even worse to send you away from the company until you’re no longer a liability. 
But he doesn’t. 
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispers. 
You raise an eyebrow at him, “why didn’t I tell you I was about to start menstruating while we’re being hunted by a pack of orcs?”
“Did you think I’d be angry with you?” he scoffs, “over something you can’t control?”
“No, Thorin,” you snap, “I thought you’d send me away. Again!”
He blinks at you in surprise. 
“If me being here puts everyone else in jeopardy, if it puts our quest in jeopardy, then that makes me a liability and it is your duty as king to send me away.”
“Don’t you dare try to tell me what my duty is,” his voice drops into a low growl and his fists begin to clench sending drops of water running down his knuckles from the cloth still in his hand.
“Quest or no quest I am also responsible for the well-being of my people which includes you in case you’ve forgotten. I will not allow you to do something so reckless and idiotic! How can you expect me to successfully lead this company to Erebor if you’re starving yourself while my back is turned? If you had told me earlier we could have found a better solution that didn’t cause you to faint in the middle of the road!”
“You mean if I had told you earlier, you could have left me behind in Rivendell instead of slowing the company down?” you snap back as he moves his face closer to yours. You can see the angry clench of his jaw, and the furrowed lines of his brow that seem to be a permanent facial feature on him.
“I would have thought you’d prefer the company of elves over that of your kin, you certainly seemed to enjoy Lord Elrond’s the other night-” 
You still feel weak from hunger but somehow the rage his words inspire gathers up enough strength for you to roughly shove him away from you. He barely budges and you lift your arms to shove him again, but this time he catches you, grabbing you by the wrists keeping you firmly in place. He pulls you closer into his chest until you’re almost nose to nose. 
“You will stay here with us and you will do so with a full belly. I need you to keep your strength up for the journey ahead and the orcs pursuing us. And I swear to you,” he says with a growl, “ If I ever hear about you trying to starve yourself again, I will personally shove every last crumb down your throat. Do I make myself clear?”
“Oh I have no doubt you’ve been dying to shove something down my throat,” you purr with a wicked grin, “which is why I don’t intend to give you the satisfaction, your grace.”
His grip on your wrists tightens.
“We’ll see about that,” he growls, letting go of your wrists. Before you can even blink his hands are grabbing your face, pulling your lips into his in an angry, passionate kiss. 
You know you should resist him, or at least pretend like you don’t want him as badly as he clearly wants you. But seeing as you are quite literally starving, and he tastes absolutely amazing…
You tangle your hands in his hair and pull him closer to you. You groan in pleasure as his tongue sneaks past your lips forcing himself deeper inside your mouth. His hands leave your face and travel down your body to cup your ass firmly, pulling you into his lap.
You can feel his arousal through his trousers, stabbing your upper thigh, so close to where you want him but not quite close enough. 
He drags his teeth along your bottom lip before starting to kiss a slow path along your jawline and down your neck, biting at your flesh as he travels further and further down. 
You free a hand from his hair and reach it down between the two of you. You press your palm against his length and he growls into your neck. You want to tease him, to drive him to the edge of insanity until he is completely addicted to you. But not as badly as you want to feel him, all of him. You bring your other hand down to help unfasten his pants but before you can succeed he suddenly has you on your back beneath him, wrists held firmly overhead. 
You growl and squirm trying to free yourself but you both know you’re not exactly at fighting strength at the moment. You are completely at his mercy and you can’t stand it. 
“Please,” you whine, trying helplessly to press your body up to meet his again but he refuses to budge. “I need it,” you complain. 
“Oh, I know exactly what you need,” he whispers, his beard tickling your face. He releases just one of his hands, moving your free wrist to join the other and your breath hitches in anticipation, hoping that hand is about to touch you in all the places that ache for him.
You open your mouth to beg for just that when something soft is suddenly stuffed into your mouth. 
You blink at him in confusion before your taste buds can identify the unexpected guest.
Bread!
“You’re going to eat every last crumb,” he demands, “and when you’re done with that you’ll have more. I’m going to stay here and watch you eat every last bite, then and only then, will you get your other needs fulfilled. Do you understand?” 
You nod eagerly, unable to speak around the roll he shoved in your mouth.
His breath his hot against your cheek as he brings his lips closer towards your ear.
“Good girl,” he growls
Next Chapter
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jjamjamm · 7 months ago
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The Hobbit Masterlist
*I was formerly known as bluemountainsmajesty and plan to rewrite some of my orphaned fics on ao3. For now, I'm linking them below:
Domestic Oneshots Masterlist - A series of oneshots (with the occasional second or third part), focusing on domestic relationships and moments between you and members of the company. [33/33]
Bilbo
Comfort - Bilbo has a relaxing Valentine’s Day planned, starting with a nice bath.
More than Friends - A dear friend is visiting the Shire and Bilbo discovers he may want to be more than friends.
Bofur
Alterations - Bofur means well, but is ill prepared when ordering a dress to surprise Y/N.
Cold Shoulder - Y/N feels ostracized and like she has intruded on dwarrow life, just by living in the mountain to be with Bofur. He finds a way to fix things.
Fixated - "If it’s not too much to ask you for a Bofur smut fic where he has a particular oral fixation so he goes down on the reader a lot? I’d like a gender neutral reader" nsfw
Mr. Sociable - “Are you jealous? Want me all to yourself, do you?"
Subtlety - Bofur wants to make a grand gesture for the woman he loves, and it gets a little Great Gatsby on him.
Dori
A Perfect Fit - “I’d like to ask for a Dori (hobbit) domestic fic please. I just don’t think he gets enough love. Maybe falling for a small dark-haired human running an orphanage? Cause that would channel all those great parenting instincts he has.” request
Dwalin
A Dream Come True - "Were you dreaming about me again?" w/ Dwalin - smut smut smut NSFW
Love Story - Dwalin is a bigger softie than he lets on.
Ode to my One - Dwalin's anniversary gift for his wife is both unexpected and endearing.
Suspenders - At the royal wedding, Dwalin has a wardrobe malfunction. Reader offers to lend a hand. Hints at some NSFW
They Gave Each Other a Pledge - Thorin's youngest sister is in a secret relationship with his best friend. All is well until he catches them together. NSFW
Fili
Confessions - “Fili feat. miscommunication, confessions, nearly missed chances (and more than a little bit of wine)” I want to say this was from a Fizzy writing event.
Dwarven Merchants - Fili x reader role switching au. The Durins are merchants from Erebor while Y/N is a distant relation to human royals. Fili doesn’t feel like he’s good enough for her. [incomplete series]
Enough is Enough - Thorin’s had enough of his nephew and his wife. Borderline NSFW
Lullabies - Learning to live under the mountain brings certain challenges, like getting used to falling asleep in complete and utter silence.
Not an Overreaction - Fili x reader where Dwalin’s daughter gets caught with her boyfriend. NSFW
Sugar Rush - Fili has a sweet surprise for his wife on Valentine’s Day.
Unveiled - Fili brings you to the Shire with him. Thorin thinks he’s being clever, spiting the wizard by asking you to join the company. He doesn’t know what’s coming.
Kili
Golden Years - The company finds out Y/N’s birth year and think she’s much older than she really is. Kili tries to fix the situation, not wanting her to hate him for his poor choice of words.
Meeting Again - Kili and Y/N reunite after their first meeting on the shore. She gets a bit of a surprise.
Nearly too Late - Y/N is about to return to Rohan, Kili panics.
Nori
Favorite Star - Nori is a bit of a dork on Valentine’s Day, but a dork in love.
Supply Run - Nori and Y/N get some supplies for the company, and Nori reaches a realization.
Ori
Anonymous - These letters just keep coming, it’s time to find out who the secret admirer is.
Into the Woods - “Reader from our world figures out how to survive for months in the wild. Encounters Ori and helps him, in turn asks Ori if you would come home with him. Maybe showing some of Dori’s and Nori’s influence in Ori’s actions towards you.” requested
Thorin
For the Dancing and the Dreaming - Thorin proposing to the reader by singing the “For the Dancing and the Dreaming” from HTTYD. With the reader joining him as a duet - request
Light of Day - Winters in Erebor really take a toll on their human queen. Thorin has an idea on how to fix that.
Skyless Stars - I got inspired by a gifset of glowworms from Waitomo Caves in New Zealand -> I like to think there are caves deep in Erebor like this and lovers take strolls there. Maybe there’s a pool and they go for dips in this little hideaway- away from the others for a moment of peace and privacy, contemplation… or secret kisses with Thorin.
Take a Break - Thorin and his Queen were invited to Rivendell to speak with Lord Elrond. She sees it as a vacation and tries to get her husband to see it the same way.
Unwind - My first smutfic: Thorin’s wife has been getting stressed with her duties lately, he tries to help her relax. NSFW
Valentine’s Festival - Thorin organizes an entire festival for the person he loves.
Wounded Pride - Thorin’s one is hurt, his nephews are to blame, the wizard is gone, and apparently, he had been right about their campsite
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shangchiswife · 2 years ago
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asiya's masterlist!
a lot of you have been asking for a masterlist so here you go!
The Last of Us:
joel miller- the babysitter - part 1- part 2 (smut)
joel miller- pretty pink skirt (smut)
joel miller- sweet nothing
Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit:
dating aragorn headcanons!
dating thorin headcanons!
incorrect lotr/hobbit quotes-
big back challenge ft. y/n, thorin, fili, and kili
scary thorin ft. y/n and thorin
Star Wars:
luke skywalker- paper rings
han solo- the one where he f's up
luke skywalker- you're scared of thunder?
luke skywalker- sunsets
Prequels-
anakin/obi-wan/padme- period
Anakin Skywalker-
anakin skywalker- pacify her (smut)
anakin skywalker- broken promises (smut)
anakin skywalker- wildest dreams
Obi-Wan Kenobi-
obi-wan- the way i loved you (smut)
obi-wan- party blues
obi-wan- sweet dreams
obi-wan- savior complex
obi-wan- drunken love
obi-wan- better man
Sequels-
poe dameron- yule ball
ben solo- i guess this is goodbye
poe dameron- traitor
hux- long drunk nights
kylo ren- safe space
poe dameron- nightmare
kylo ren- the last time
poe dameron- the other woman
hux- good little girl
poe dameron- clean
kylo ren- therapy
kylo ren- cardigan
Din Djarin-
din djarin- helping hand (smut)
din djarin- every dead-end street led you straight to me (smut)
din djarin- maroon
din djarin- caretaker
din djarin- family ties
din djarin- savior complex
din djarin- the protector
din djarin- you are in love
din djarin- nightmares
X-Men
logan howlett- electric touch (smut)
logan howlett- little black dress (smut)
logan howlett- a royal tea party
Marvel:
loki- mr. perfectly fine
pietro maximoff- saying goodbye
loki- if only you knew
steve rogers- sparks fly
bucky barnes- deja vu
loki- an escape from the palace
steve rogers- beach day
loki- speechless
Moonknight-
steven grant- late night talking
marc spector- dancing with out hands tied
steven grant- hug me
Spider-man-
miguel o'hara- stress relief (smut)
peter parker- a night under the stars
peter parker- i wish i were heather
otto octavius- merry christmas
harry osborn- hide and seek
tasm!peter/reader/otto- we'll take care of you
Norman Osborn-
norman osborn- dark paradise
norman osborn- they don't know about us
norman osborn- baby it's cold outside
norman osborn- i'm pregnant
norman osborn- look after you
norman osborn- let the games begin
norman osborn- i'm yours
norman osborn- worst behavior
norman osborn- experimental game
Norman Osborn and Otto Octavius-
otto octavius/norman osborn- skating
otto octavius/norman osborn- the moment i knew
otto octavius/norman osborn- save me
otto octavius/norman osborn- hostage
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theblogofdurin · 3 years ago
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Cloaked in Green || P. 2 || Chp.16: Wilderness
word count:2.4k
warning(s): mentions of parent death, crying children, sleep exhaustion, hunting, with a slight rape mention
summary: Bonding, Rivalry, and Sibling banter
a/n: I hope you all enjoy!! and make sure to comment your thoughts below! and while your at it why not give this a like as well!!
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Thorin Oakenshield x fem!oc
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You know, dwarves are not very observant. 
As I walked onto them chatting and distracted with each other, not a single one noticed my presence rejoining them. I smiled over to Gandalf, as I sat down with my two bundles. Holding a finger to my lips, as I bent to start cleaning the rabbits. Let’s see how long it takes them, I thought teasingly.
 Bombur and Gloin had already started the fire and had it roaring, now they sat with their backs to it as they talked about the upending clouds in the sky. I hung the first rabbit over the heat as I went to finish cleaning the others. I had gestured at my cloak for Gandalf to open, as he unfolded it and joyously smiled as he took a small handful of mulberries and began munching on them. 
It wasn’t till I had all the rabbits on the fire and sat next to Gandalf that Bifur’s nose alerted the others. “sanzigil-kaiku!" he exclaimed, causing the others to look
“By the Valor!”
“I thought I was imagining the smell!"
"Where did you get all that?!" 
Rolling my eyes, I point at the woods behind me. “Seriously Dwalin, it is not that hard to comprehend." 
Boisterous loud laughs broke throughout the company as Dwalin twitched one eye at me before shaking a finger. "Watch your back lassie, that's the last unanswered blow." 
Pretending to cower in fear, I shivered against the wizard, causing everyone to chuckle. "Apparently you are the ones that need to be watching your backs, I've been back for at least 40 minutes or so." 
"It must be the sleep exhaustion." Balin sighed as he moved from his position next to Thorin to sat a spot next to the fire. Other members nodded in agreement and began moving closer. "I say we call camp as early as possible so we can be rested tomorrow." 
More "Aye's" sounded off as everyone moved closer to the fire. I was all for that…when was the last time I actually tried to get some sleep…the night of the Trolls??
Bombur, moving to take over the cooking for me, nodded to what Balin said before adding. "Yes, but first we eat!" 
"Here!, Here!" `
My cloak was passed around, everyone taking handfuls and mouthfuls as Bombur started dividing up the meat evenly, me having filled up on mostly as the mushrooms and berries and having barely any appetite after all my dry heaving today; gave Bombur my plate once he moved to sit down next to Bofur and Bifur. 
He curled a funny brow at me but still took my plate nonetheless, as I smiled "A Lady's appetite, I am more than full." I explained 
"Are you sure? You emptied your stomach seven times over today." Dwalin chuckled, from behind me, Ticking my tongue, I turned around and raised a brow at him. "You try swinging on a rotty rope and tell me how you fair Oh mighty warrior.” I snapped back, plopping back into my spot, causing mild chuckles throughout the company.
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“How dim-witted are you!?” Dis shouted at her brother. “The Princess of the Blue-Mountain wishes to court you and you say what!” She tossed one of her throw pillows at him. 
Thorin only rolled his eyes, as the fluffy weapon hit him in the chest. “Dis, you and I both know why I refused to marry. I have yet-” 
“Thorin-” she tried to interrupt but he continued talking as he sat on one of her wooden chairs by the mantle. The fire crackled as he looked over it. 
“-to find the one that truly makes me happy. And Princess Galya is not the one…My one.” he added. 
“My Brother.” Dis was no longer yelling, she had walked over to him while he was speaking, placing a calming hand on his back. “I wasn’t angry that you said no to her proposal. I was expecting it, I merely wished you handled the situation more kingly-”
“But I’m not a King am I?” Thorin snorted “You kind of have to have a Throne to be a King and I barely have my own bed.” he gestured at the rickety bed in the corner of her living space. 
“You are still the leader of our people.” She defended him “Throne or no Throne. Bed or no bed. You have proven yourself. You have created a life for all of us here…A good, decent life.” She added “I only wish you could see yourself the way the rest of us sees you.” 
“I appreciate you, Sister.” Thorin sighed heavily, patting Dis’s hand. “I truly, truly do.”
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Thorin was staring and hard. 
Because by Mahal's hairy beard Aranea was almost unbearably gorgeous with a brown leather vest and cream colored tunic. How in the world did he ever think she was a man? There was nothing masculine about her, her strong femine shape had a chokehold on him. Sp much so that he truly wasn't ashamed to continued to stare at the unknowing figure across the fire from him. 
Seated now in-between Balin and Fili. Thorin tried desperately to tear his eyes away to look at the food in the wooden plate that Bombur managed to save. But then he saw that glint in her eye as she turned to snip at his old friend, and couldn’t help the squeeze in his heart as he mentally fell to his knees. Ready to give it all for this mysterious lady. 
As the last of the mushrooms and berries were eaten, Nori handed the cloak back to Aranea. Smiling, she quickly shook it out before wrapping it back around her shoulders, Thorin was watching as she reattached the ends of her clasp together as Balin began.
“So Aranea may I ask you another question. You are free to decline.” He added the ending after a beat.
“Of course” she replied, Thorin glanced up momentarily to see as a tiny twinkle of the firelight get caught in her grey eyes. Grey…such a unique color for eyes, he thought.
“Where did you learn to fight? I can’t imagine any young lass like you getting into your area of work easily.” 
Thorin had wondered about this as well and he made a mental note to thank Balin later for asking. Some of the other members of the company voiced their curiosity. 
“Aye, you have quite the upswing there.” pointed Gloin.
“I agree, I never thought I would see the day a Lady decapitated a Goblin.” Bofur chuckled against his pipe.
Aranea took the question and the compliments gracefully as she picked at her answer. 
“It wasn’t easy, I’ll give you that.” she chuckled. “But it's a necessity where I come from. If you want to live you need to fight.” she concluded.
“Ah so violence is prevalent in your societies.” Dori asked, even more curious.
“Not in the way you're suggesting. Orc attacks and raids are very common in our few settlements.” Thorin connected the dots in his head. Remembering the time they had spoken in private. She had mentioned something about Orc attacks already. When he had asked about her father... Moving his gaze to study her face, Thorin could make out the twinge of mourning-or was it guilt?-in her eyes. 
"Ah I'm sorry, dear." Balin tried to comfort. "Did you lose someone close?" Thorin shoved a prominent elbow in his side. Before sending the dwarf a glare. 
"It's quite alright." Aranea quickly reassured. Missing the knowing smiles that flickered through the others. Smiling herself as she tried to swallow her emotions.
 "I can understand the curiosity I must bring to you all. Yes, I did lose someone to one of these attacks…many some ones but I was young, there was very little I could do."
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"Mama! Mama!"  The screams and yells of her children frightened Gilrean as she bolted out of the garden gate. Turning and searching as she ran towards their sounds. 
"Aranea! Aragorn!" She screamed back. As she ran deep into the woods on the far side of their cabin. Running past several, who looked on in confusion. 
"Mama!" The twins were now in unison. Something they both already hated doing and tried desperately not to do. Racing faster, Gilraen continued yelling her responses. "Aragorn! Aranea!" 
Thump! Thump!
Tiny bodies slammed into their mama, sobbing and balling as Gilraen came to and began frantically running her hands over their trembling bodies searching for any marks and bleeding. 
Aranea's thick braid had been unraveled and the tiny knitted coat over her dress had been ripped in several places . Aragorn's hair had been cut on one end, and a small bruise was already forming on the small of his cheek. Both of them had dirt and grass in or on their clothes and hair. About to ask what happened Gilraen paused as she had momentarily glanced down to see something gleam in Aranea's small hand.
The silver dagger had thick dark red blood smeared from the tip almost to its hilt. Gently taking it out of her daughter's hand. She immediately recognized its make and design. Why did their daughter have his weapon?
"My Babies." She whispered, choking silently before engulfing them into her chest. A few beats passed before she was pulling away silently to show them the dagger. "Where’s your father and the others?" 
Yet again before either of the children could stop crying long enough to answer. A horn sounded in the air…
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“Why are they so prevalent?” Fili’s voice broke the silence. “What are they after?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” with his brows crunched, Balin answered the lad. “It’s bound that the descendants of Isildur, the man that killed their dark lord will be targeted for many centuries after the fact.”
Aranea nodded, while Gandalf answered through the puffs on his pipe. 
"The line of Durin isn't the only target for the servants of Gundabad and Mordor, Master Fili. For why do you believe the Rangers of the North are so secretive." He gestured over to Aranea to prove his point.
"So that's why you haven't reclaimed Gondor?!" Kili exclaimed like he just solved the greatest riddle of the age. Causing chuckles and heads shakes through the company. Aranea smiled warmly at the dwarf prince. 
Stretching, softly as others started in on their teasing of the poor lad. She let out a soft yawn into her hand. 
She wasn't sure exactly but ever since Thorin had told her of his and Fili’s father passing. She has developed a bit of kinship and sympathy with the brothers. 
"Time for bed." Thorin suddenly ordered "We should leave before dawn." 
"I'll take the first watch," Gandalf answered. Nodding, Thorin gave out the instructions for Dori, Balin and Bifur to take the rest of the shifts. 
While doing so, Aranea quietly moved to her customary spot on the outside of the camp. Leaning against a rock facing the edge of the woods. 
She knew he was staring. 
It was more than obvious. 
Aranea has lived in close quarters with male species to know what being staring at felt like. However due to her status- perhaps even her fighting ability she thought smugly- there was no ill attempt from these watchers; but that didn’t mean she enjoyed their stares, quite the opposite actually. 
Yet, Aranea couldn't help the new feeling at being stared at by Thorin. It didn't bring the uneasy disgust that she normally felt. Like she was a meat leg ready to be devoured. This time it felt different. Like instead of meat she felt like a gem. Something admirable, something femine.
Such a silly thought. Aranea shook her head at herself as she adjusted against the rock. If only her mother could see her now. Blushing and swooning over the actions of a man- a dwarf man nonetheless, She would die of shock. 
Yawning loudly, Aranea sat back against the rock. It seems the last few days without any sleep were starting to take a toll on the poor lass. For Aranea had barely enough awareness to pull out her dagger from her belt and grip it securely in her fist beneath her cloak before she started drifting off. 
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“She’s dead asleep.” 
I heard a hushed voice murmur quite loudly in my ear. 
“Well Uncle told us to wake everyone.”
Another voice whispered in my other ear.   
“We can’t leave her for last. She might need a minute-KAKHUF INBARATHRAG!!” Kili screamed, falling backwards  when I opened my eyes. From my other side Fili was rolling in laughter.
Amused, I sat up, Kili gripping at his chest, panting slightly. 
“Do I even want to know what you said?” I chuckled lightly at the sight. Fili wiped at his eyes before shaking his head, “A rather grotesque part of a Billy Goat anatomy, too delicate I’m afraid to utter in front of a Lady.” he spoke in between short breaths. 
“I was not expecting that.” Kili laughed at himself as he stood up brushing the dirt of his pants. 
“Clearly” I smirked as I followed his actions. Looking around, I noticed that the sun had yet to make a mark on the sky. I was also surprised to see that everyone was still asleep with only Gandalf and Thorin’s spots empty. 
“Apparently I am not the only one who slept hard.” I stretched, a yawn escaping as I did. 
"No, you weren't." Chuckled Fili as he and Kili both moved to start waking the others.
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Thorin was trying really hard to think about the journey with little to no success. No matter what route he took with his thoughts they lead to the same thing. Aranea and how or when she would ultimately part from the company. When they failed to take back Erebor or whenever she came to a not far stretched conclusion that the mission of this quest was too far out of reach to continue on.
Maybe Balin was right? 
He sighed to himself as he paced around the woods. He know the ridiculous of his last thought. Of course Balin was right.
Balin was always right…though...maybe, just maybe it wouldn’t hurt to get someone opinion on the matter.
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rottencherrypie · 17 days ago
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R-18+; To The Hilt (Fili x Reader)
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Summary - Fili cheers you up with the help of his sword.
Warnings - Smut, language, afab!Reader, mention of female genitalia (reader), brief mention of male genitalia (Fili), mention of bodily fluids (reader), wife!Reader, husband!Fili, sub/dom dynamics, soft dom!Fili (he loves his wife), semi-public sex, hair pulling (Fili's mustache), slight praise (reader receiving), pet names (reader is called a good girl and love), reader whines a lot, vaginal stimulation with foreign object (sword's hilt), implied and referenced previous negative self-talk, slight mean dom!Fili (towards the very end).
Pronouns & POV - She/Her, third-person
Word Count - 1,900+
A/N - Another suggested smut! "i really don’t have a exact idea for plot all i want is fili fucking reader with the hilt of his sword. need this. but maybe like reader is feeling down and fili just wants to make her happy with a good fuck :)" - (anonymous) I hope this lives up to your expectations, I struggled a tad with the hilt but I did my best! I apologize that I have been a bit slow with coming out with the suggestions, the holiday season had been more chaotic than I had prepared for. I also wanted to say thank you to everyone who has been interacting with my fics, you all have been so lovely and kind; I am sending you all my love. Reader has no defining features other than soft lips. Smut below the cut!
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The mist of your heated breath danced throughout the bitter mountain air— a cloud of gray swayed within your view for a moment before a gust of winter air carried it further down the busy mountain halls.
A shiver roamed down the length of your spine as the weight of your head fell back against the cold smoothness of the old stone wall behind you; the exposed flesh of your legs was covered in a thin layer of goosebumps as the backs of them pressed against it firmly. Yet, your attention on the chilling touch of the wall lingered for only a moment as a different—far more pleasurable—sensation regained your wavering attention.
The thick, wooden shaft of the dwarven prince's sword slid into your willing cunt—stretching your soaked inner walls to the brim as they quivered around each thrust the golden-haired dwarf made. The motions were slow yet deep—allowing you to feel the various carvings, the chilled metal, and the varied curvatures of the sword's hilt as it sheathed itself within you.
A whimper fell from your soft lips as you felt the mass of the hilt slowly back out of your cunt, threatening to leave your inner warmth as the thick, bulbous end of the hilt stretched at the tightness of your entrance. It was large and smooth, fattened perfectly to secure the dwarf's grip—and its place inside of your cunt.
The fibers of your entrance felt as if it was tearing at the seams as the fattened end of the hilt gradually began to push out of you, yet never leaving. Only half of the hilt's end left your cunt, the metal of it being warmed by your dripping walls as your sensitive, aching cunt puckered around it—stretched in a manner you never knew possible.
It felt so full, yet so empty at the same time—the depths of your cunt clenched around nothing while your entrance trembled and drooled around the hilt's end. A low groan of pleasure fell from your lips as the dwarf slowly began to push the hilt back in, allowing your walls to be satisfied by the various stretches only the hilt could provide.
"Fili..." His name left your lips in a breath, sounding more like a desperate prayer as your trembling, sweat-dampened hands grasped at the braided hair of his mustache. The cold, smooth metal beads of his braids soothed the burning heat of your hands as you tugged against the roughness of the braids. It was a momentary anchor to reality until the textured hilt began to move again.
A groan rumbled in the center of your chest at the sensation as your walls clenched around it. The fattened end of the hilt carved within you at all angles, hitting each sensitive spot within your core upon every thrust as the varied divots and carvings allowed for a familiar tingle to spread throughout your center.
The weight of your body shifted, back arching as your cunt sunk further onto the hilt—nearing the blade yet stalled by the bulbous end of the hilt, protecting the sensitive flesh of your cunt from being torn by the blade—as your grasp upon your lover's braids tightened, tugging them down as if to control his hands. Yet, his hands continued the same slow, torturous pace.
"Fili, please." You whined, the weight of your head sinking further back against the smoothness of the stone wall. The array of markings upon your neck now on display for your lover; hickeys, bite marks, and soft bruising from his palm—a sight he always loved to see; however, it did not sway the slowness of his movements.
"You know what I want, love." The heat of his breath grazed against the sensitive flesh of your neck as you tugged him closer, as another shiver roamed down the length of your spine as the wooden hilt continued its slow speed within you. "Say it." He ordered, yet your lips did not move.
Instead, they protruded outwards slightly, forming a pout as the muscles within your legs began to tremble. "Fili..." "No, that's not it." He replied to another one of your pathetic whines, slowing the speed at which the hilt of his sword rocked within you.
"Say it." He breathed as his free hand slid across the front of your abdomen, the tips of his calloused fingers gliding down the middle of your front—leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake—as they slowly continued down the path to the mound of your cunt. Hovering mere inches above your sensitive flesh, a breath away from delving between the sopping folds of your needy cunt, they lay there taunting you—a reminder you could meet the sweet release you so desperately craved if you would only speak those three simple words.
An annoyed groan fell from your lips as your gemstone-colored eyes looped around their sockets, rolling in annoyance as you knew that your beloved husband would not allow you release until you caved to his command—damn the stubbornness of dwarves.
The softness of your lips began to part, prepared to make another annoyed whine—or a pathetic plead—but the only noise that fell forth was a gasp of pleasure as the harshness of his calloused fingertips came into contact with your sensitive, twitching bundle of nerves as the hilt began to curve within you; scraping against your most sensitive spots, causing your body to quiver further in need.
"Fine!" You choked out, the pitch of your voice rising as the muscles within your thighs tightened, straining at the overwhelmingly pleasurable sensations. "I am important." The words were no louder than a whisper, hidden beneath the quivering heat of your breath as your gaze shifted toward the floor.
"What was that?" Fili questioned, thrusting the hilt deeper within your cunt, causing your body to jolt forwards slightly at the sudden shifting of pace. "Louder, love. I could not hear over your panting." The cooed words felt like a taunt to you, though they were in your best interest.
For the past week, you had been wallowing in self-doubt as tales of the reclaiming of Erebor spread throughout the lively halls once more. Though you had followed your husband throughout the journey, you felt as if your role had lacked substance—as if there would be no difference if you had chosen to stay with his mother. It was a looming feeling; it would trickle back when you would hear your fellow companions boast about their bravery while you were just a mere healer, not a fighter like your husband.
A mere healer. Those three simple words had led to you pinned against this wall, with the hilt of your husband's sword buried within the depths of your cunt.
"I am important." You strained out, the words cracking upon your lips as your body shook with rising pleasure. The tips of his calloused fingers finally made contact with your sensitive clit, causing your back to arch further into the hilt and his palm.
"That's my good girl." The dwarven prince purred, the tips of his fingers continuing to trace patterns upon your swollen clit—and if you had half a mind to pay attention to what they spelled, instead of the deep stretch of his sword within you, you would feel the words 'I love you' within the pattern of swirls.
"Please..." You breathed, the syllables quivering upon your soft, pouting lips as your gaze rose from the old floor—locking onto the burning, ocean-colored gaze of your lover. "I can't—" "Then don't." He answered, the corners of his thin lips curling into a smile. "Let go."
Those two words were all it took. His name rang throughout the busied halls, alerting all within hearing distance of what was transpiring—though it was nothing new to the inhabitants of Erebor. Waves of pleasure wracked throughout your body as the overflowing fountain of your pleasure gushed upon the hilt, rolling down the length of the sword, dripping into a puddle of filth upon the stone floor.
Amidst the sea of static that rang within your ears, you could hear the faint whisperings of your lover.
"You are the most important thing to me."
"I would be nothing without you."
"I would kill a thousand men just to look at you."
"You have saved me in ways my sword cannot."
The reassuring words caused hot tears to prick in the corners of your eyes, your body still wracking from the intense pleasure as the tingling of pleasure danced throughout your veins.
Your chest rose and fell at an unsteady pace as you slowly came down from your high, vision slightly blurred from both tears and pleasure as you gazed upon your lover—slowly realizing how tight of a grasp you held upon his braids, yet the bulge within his trousers show he did not mind it one bit.
"Easy there, love." The gentle pressure upon your clit departed, earning a soft whimper to fall from your lips and a chuckle to rumble within the prince's chest. "I know, I know, but you must breathe." He spoke softly, his words dripping with affection as he rose his dripping fingers to his lips—licking off the sweet tang of your nectar before rubbing the remnants upon his trousers.
Mindlessly, the weight of your body slumped back against the chilled stone wall—soothing the burning heat that was your body as your lover slowly slid the length of his hilt out of your sore, sensitive pussy. The sight of the sword stained with the essence of your pleasure caused the flesh beneath your cheeks to heat, knowing that your husband would have to take his sword for a thorough cleaning and come with a reason as to why it reeked of the scent of sex.
"No one will ask, love," He spoke, his calloused hand cupping the side of your face. The cold, smoothness of his various rings gently soothed the raging fire beneath your cheeks. "they know better than to question me." He continued to assure you. The softness that his ocean-colored eyes held as he gazed upon you allowed your worries to ease further—and caused your knees to become weakened.
"And if they do?" The words left your lips in a whisper, nearly masked by the loud clanking that danced throughout the dwarven halls. "Then I will gloat about how pretty my wife is when she comes." He teased; the heat of his words against your neck caused a new heat to rise within your core—your inner thighs becoming slick with excitement at the thought, yet your face grew hotter thinking of the consequences of such a thing.
"Fili." The familiar sound of you whining his name caused the dwarven prince to chuckle, his shoulders shaking slightly in amusement as his calloused hand remained on your cheek. "I jest, I jest." He laughed, yet the twinkle within his ocean-colored eyes told another tale.
"However," He began as he leaned into you, getting as close to your quivering frame as he could—the dampened coldness of his sword's blade pressing within the sensitive folds of your cunt. "if I ever hear you speak poorly of yourself again, I will not hesitate to bend you over and fuck you till everyone in Middle-Earth knows the sound of you screaming my name. Understood?" The moisture within your mouth dried at the threat as you slowly bobbed your head in agreement.
A threat you planned to use to your advantage.
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cowboybeepboop · 2 years ago
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The only one
“Kili, you can’t tell anyone about this.” “So it’s our dirty little secret then?”
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Paring: Kili Durin x afab reader
Genre: romantic smut
Word count: 2.2k
Summary: You’re Bilbo's adopted human daughter and he takes you along on the journey. Kili has his heart set on you and after getting involved in the fight he gets angry with you for putting yourself in a dangerous situation.
Warnings: public sex, arguing, jealous Kili, hickeys, p in v sex, hickeys??? Idk what else I always forget
a/n: I did not proofread and its lowkey a summary of the first movie? This is my first smut regarding anyone in the tolkien universe but I did write some sad fluff at some point lmao. Anyways, please like and send any requests if you want <3 tags go absolutely wild
You’ve been an adopted hobbit for the last 18 years of your life, Bilbo was always comforted in the known so when he brought you along with him and the dwarfs on their journey you were beyond surprised. Your presence was unexpected for everyone, except Gandalf of course, and most of the company was against your involvement. The dwarves saw you as frail and weak, the only one on your side was your dad, but of course he was.
Kili has kept an eye out for you since you joined the company, he makes sure you're safe and also just enjoys looking at you.
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When Elrond and his fellow elves come back the dwarves pull you and your father behind them and create a circle around you. You stay behind your Bilbo as the elves talk with Gandalf.
Upon your entrance to their dining room you look around with wonder, you sit down between Kili and your dad. “They're so beautiful,” you whisper to Bilbo, he nods with a gentle but awkward smile. Kili’s ears twitch as he looks around, his eyes narrow on an elf who has his eyes on you, he moves closer to you wrapping his arm around you.
“You think so?” Kili questions, his jaw clenching slightly, “I think us dwarves are better looking, stronger too.” he says pridefully, you chuckle in response.
“Is it a competition now?” you cock your head, “You’re very good looking too, Kili.” he smiles wide.
“Is that so? I am the best looking of all of the company, aside from Thorin of course.” you laugh, putting your hand on his arm.
“A bit full of yourself huh?” he shoves your shoulder gently in response. Kilis arms finds its way around your waist as he continues to glare at the elf who dared to look at you, who did he even think he was.
Gandalf, Bilbo, and Thorin wander off with Lord Elrond, leaving you with the dwarfs. You watch quietly, laughing with them and listening to their conversations before you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. Kili quietly sits next to you letting your head fall to his shoulder he smiles, covering you up with a blanket.
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After the company left the palace Thorin led everyone to the Misty Mountains, Kili keeps you in front of him. He insists that it’s better that way so if you fall he can catch you. As the rain picks up your feet slip under you, Kili and Fili grasp your arms quickly, pulling you back onto the ledge.
“Thank you,” you say softly as your eyes look over the ledge. Kili keeps a hold of your arm tightly as you all try to avoid the stone giant's blasts. The ground splits under your feet as the mountain takes shape as a giant, you grab onto the stone behind you before everyone begins to slide forward.
The stone giant slams into the mountain, throwing everyone off of it and onto the ground. Thorin yells for his nephews as the rest of the company runs over, Kili helps you up dusting your clothes off and checking to make sure you weren’t hurt anywhere.
After all the commotion everyone settles into the cave, Bilbo pulls you off to the side and quietly talks to you, he tells you about his plan to leave once everyone is asleep. “Why dad? What's wrong?” you whisper to him.
“Thorin is right, we never should've left home, I’ve put you in danger and I can’t let anything else happen to you.” he sighs as he runs his hand through your hair, “It’s okay, we’ll be fine.” he smiles reassuringly.
You both gather all of your stuff and sneak out, he leads you by the hand. He pulls you behind him as he talks with Bofur, you stay quiet looking around the cave. You didn’t really want to leave the company, I mean they were becoming your friends, you enjoyed the company.
“Y/N?” Kili mumbles as he looks up at you, he yawns. “Where are you going?” You crouch down putting your hand on his shoulder.
“Go back to sleep Kili, you need your rest,” you smile sweetly.
The floor splits and you slip down with everyone, Bilbo gets away but you are guided off with the dwarves. Your eyes fill with terror as you look around, you take a hold of Kilis hand squeezing tight as the goblins push you all around. You cower behind him, holding onto his shirt tightly.
Once you get out the dwarves all argue over where your dad went, your head drops as you think that your dad couldn't possibly have left you all alone. He reappears and you rush over to hug him, his hands drop to your waist as he smiles.
“Y/N!” Kili and Bilbo yell at you as you try to defend the dwarves with your small blade; it goes into the center of the wargs head, and Kili grabs you and pulls you up to the tree with him. His hand wrapping around your waist as he holds you close.
“Don’t move,” Kili’s voice is angry as he demands you to stay put. His hands dig into your slides as you look below your feet. Kili’s hands slip away as they start to throw the pinecones, the tree begins to fall, you grasp onto the trunk as tight as you can. His hands wrap around the tree, his eyes focused on you.
As Thorin and your father begin to fight the orcs, your eyes squeeze shut tightly, you try to focus on anything but the attack of Thorin. Kili pulls you up and onto the ground, insisting you stay put as they go to fight. You look forward, clutching the blade you retrieved from the corpse tight. As all of the commotion ensues you feel yourself being picked up by an eagle.
Once you all are in a safe place you watch as Gandalf helps heal Thorin. You stand next to your dad, holding onto his arm, as Thorin goes in for a hug you let go of him and move back. Your eyes wander to Kili who turns his head in order to avoid eye contact with you.
As the company moves forward you come across an area close to a river, Gandalf suggests that you all take a break and bathe. You and Kili were the last to go, you were paired up at the recommendation of Fili.
Kili guides you to the river, holding his weapon close to his chest, he’s been giving you the silent treatment after you got in between a fight. “You can bathe here, I’ll keep watch.” his voice stern.
“Kili..” your voice trails off as you look at his back, trying to pull his attention to you.
“Y/N, just take your bath. It’s getting dark.” Kili’s tone is extremely cold. You pout your lips as you begin pulling your clothing off slowly, once you finish you slip into the cold water.
“You can turn back now,” you say softly before you dip all the way under the water, holding your breath and squeezing your eyes shut. After a while you break the surface of the water sliding your hands over your face pulling the water back with your hair. Kili had turned around keeping his eyes on everything but you.
“Kili,” you wave him over, “come here, please.” you bite your lip as he gives you a bored expression.
“What is it?” he walks close to the bank of the river, his eyes scanning your face.
“Shouldn’t you join me? You're supposed to bathe as well,” he sighs, turning his back to you again.
“Fine, turn away.” he sets down his sword and strips quickly. You face the other way as he slips into the water with you.
“Kili, what is your problem?” you huff, spinning around with your arms crossed over your breasts.
“What do you mean?” his eyes are half closed as he looks at you with a slightly annoyed expression.
You move closer to him, “I mean, you’re acting so rude for no reason. You won’t look at me, you barely talk to me, you’re being so dumb” you glare at him, “So what is your problem?” he rolls his eyes at you.
“I don’t know maybe the fact that you threw yourself into harm's way? You could’ve gotten yourself killed,” he yells at you while running his hand through his hair.
“Calm down Kili,” you move close to him, putting your hand on his arm. “I didn’t expect you to get all worked up like this, I know I should have been more careful but I just wanted to help.” your eyebrows furrow as you look down.
His warm hands grasp your upper arms “You really worried me Y/N,” he presses his forehead against yours.
“You worried about me?” a sly smile paints itself on your lips, “does that mean you like me Kili?” your voice is soft and teasing. His ears turn a deep shade of crimson as he turns his head up.
“Y/N cut that out,” he puts his hand on the side of your neck, his eyes flick to your lips.
“Cut what out?” you wrap your arms around his neck pulling yourself close to him.
“You know what,” he clenches his jaw, your hands running down his back as you wrap your legs around his hips.
Kili pulls your face to his, hovering his lips over yours “Quit teasing me,” he whispers. Your hand snakes up to the back of his head, cradling it as you push your lips against his. His hands move to your waist, his fingers dig into your soft flesh as he hugs you tighter against him.
“Mahal,” he pulls away, pressing soft kisses down your face and onto your neck. You lean back letting his lips trail over your body, your nails scratch his scalp softly as you arch into him.
“Amrâlimê,” he whispers against your collarbone, “you’re driving me insane,” Kili groans. He grasps your face pulling you in for an intimate kiss, he’s getting more intense with his affections, his hands squeezing your hips roughly.
Your hand trails down his chest tracing every muscle on his stomach, he begins grinding against you while holding your hips against him. Pulling away from the kiss you gasp for air, leaning your head against his shoulder, you wrap your hands in his hair pulling it off to the side. Kissing his neck roughly you begin to leave soft marks on his flesh as he massages your ass.
“Y/N..” he mumbles into your ear, you moan softly as he picks you up, moving into shallow water. “Can we..?” his ears flush as he looks away, “I mean, would you mind?” you chuckle softly.
“Mhm,” you move your hips against his thigh, feeling him twitch underneath you. “But we’ll have to be quick..” you kiss his shoulder as his hands pull your hips up, he lines himself up with your hole, pushing the tip in.
“Let me know if it hurts,” he says gently, his hand finding its way to your neck grabbing ahold of it pulling your head back as you moan softly. He bucks his hips up into you, leaning forward you bury your face into his nape hugging him tight as you moan into his skin.
“My precious girl,” he groans as he slowly begins moving your hips up and down, his fingers digging into your soft skin, leaving red marks. You moan into his ear as you begin riding him, your arms wrap tight around his neck, eyebrows furrowing as you squeeze around his dick.
Kili cradles your head against him, holding you as close as he can, thrusting up into you pushing as deep as he can. Your head falls onto his shoulder, he moves a hand down to your sensitive clit, rubbing circles into it.
“I’m so close,” you moan, Kili nods in response.
“Me too,” he groans, his hands exploring every part of your body as he pulls you into a passionate kiss.
“Hey, Y/N, Kili, hurry it up.” Fili yells to you, causing the both of you to jolt up. Kili pushes himself into you as deep as he can. You bite your lip as you cum around him, your hole pulsing.
Your back arches, silent gasps leaving your open mouth as you ride out your high. Your whole body seems to tense up causing Kili to groan while he cums deep inside you. He pulls you off of him giving you a sweet kiss.
“Now we really need to clean up, and fast.” He says lowly, his hands creep up from behind you gasping your sides as he pulls you into deeper water to rinse off. You sigh contently as he holds your body close to his.
After quickly cleaning yourselves up; you both get out, drying off before putting your clothes back on.
“Kili, you can’t tell anyone about this.” you bite your lip as you turn to him, his eyebrows furrow. “Bilbo might actually get so mad he tries to kill you,” you giggle softly as his face relaxes.
“So it’s our dirty little secret then?” coming close to you he wraps his arms around your neck giving you a deep kiss. “But we will get to tell everyone later, right?” he pulls back, eyes scanning yours.
“Yes, Kili,” you kiss the tip of his nose, hands resting on his shoulders, “but let's wait it out for a bit, okay?” he smiles in response.
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babygirlkiki1016 · 4 years ago
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Redemption Masterlist
Prologue
Chapter 1: The Company
Chapter 2: The Journey Begins
Chapter 3: Trolls
Chapter 4: Between two races
Chapter 5: The Ugly Truth
Chapter 6: A confession
Chapter 7: The Heart Betrays
Chapter 8: An Unexpected Journey
Chapter 9: Love vs Rage
Chapter 10: A lovely bond
Chapter 11: Unexpected Betrayal
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𝖲𝗆𝗎𝗍/𝖲𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌: 🔥    𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿: 🦋   𝖠𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍: 🖤     
𝖨𝖬𝖠𝖦𝖨𝖭𝖤𝖲 
𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲
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𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 
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rogue-durin-16 · 4 years ago
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THE KEEPER (Part II/II)
Summary: When a mysterious person threatens the heir's life, the service of a personal guard is required to keep him safe until the foe is found. Fíli, who doesn't take the matter very seriously, only sees it as an chance to spend more time with certain knight.
Pairing: Fíli x Reader
Genre: angst-fluff
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Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog
Warnings: weapons, injuries, death
A/N: idk man I'm kind of a mess with my studies rn so thank you for your patience. Also I just started a new art account and it'll be great to get some support (wise.artwork on ig) This part took a dark turn I'm sorry babes, enjoy nonetheless<3
Part I
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"Taking care of you is a nightmare" Y/n grumbled as we strolled into Dale's market.
I shrugged, thanking very much being out of Erebor with her. "Could be worse."
"Oh really?"
"It could be Kíli instead of me."
"Oh Mahal" she snorted, shaking her head, "I would have never volunteered for that."
"Wait—" I turned to her with a mix of confusion, shock and excitement in my gaze "you volunteered?"
She snorted. "How did you think this happened?"
"Because I might have chosen you." I responded seemingly distracted by a piece of clothing on display.
"Why would you do that?" She inquired, extending her arm to move someone rather suspicious out of my way.
"I wanted to spend more time with the most beautiful knight in the guard." I half-confessed, stopping by a dresses' stall.
"Making her life impossible?"
"Making sure she has fun." I went over the silky gowns tracing them with my fingertips. "Do you like any?"
"Fíli," she grasped my bicep and jerked me back to look at her, her eyes piercing my soul. "someone is trying to kill you, I am certainly not having fun."
"Loosen up, we are safe here." My attention came back to the dresses. "This one would look tremendous on you." I continued, picking up a iridescent green gown for her to see.
It was received with a tired sigh. "do you realize it is not true? We are not safe outside the Mountain where—"
"That's exactly why we are safe— how much is this?" I asked, ignoring Y/n's exasperated huff. "Everyone knows I am not allowed outside." I grabbed a few coins from one of my pockets and handed them to the tradesperson in exchange of the dress.
"That's why you will get me in trouble." She pointed out, following my lead when I resumed our walk, now with the dress. "If the king finds out we are here he will end me."
"Y/n," I stepped on her way, walking backwards so I could look at her whilst moving. "Do you really think I would let my uncle punish you for my actions?"
"You're my responsibility." She circled me with intent eyes. "It's on me if something happens to you." Looking at her y/e/c eyes, I then started to get a guilty feeling. Y/n was right, no matter how many times I would tell Thorin this was not her fault, she would be the one to blame. "Why that face?"
"I no longer feel like staying out of Erebor." I held her hand and guided her down the slopes that comformed the City of Dale, in the direction of the entrance.
"Such an impromptu change of mind." She teased, "You're tired already?"
"Yes, very much." I contributed to the obviously wrong statement. "I think we should go back to bed and cuddle a bit more, huh?"
She snorted. "Don't push your luck."
"C'mon, I'm obeying," I whined as we were about to exit the city. "Indulge me?"
"I indulged you last night."
"Then indulge yourself." She stopped dead in her trucks, refraining me from walking in the process since we were still holding hands.
Here eyes were screaming at me, but her lips did not part, at least not immediately; and when they did, she just said, "no."
"Y/n—"
"We talked about this." "I can't—"
"Why not?"
"Because! you're a prince and I'm a guard."
"First of all you're a captain of the royal guard," she rolled her eyes at me "second of all, Kíli and Tauriel—"
"The sole reason for your uncle to consent that was that Kíli is a second prince," my eyes dodged hers. "you're his heir."
"I don't care."
"Well you should! You should care about a lot of things that, despite your lack of interest, are important!" We were now attracting attention that we certainly did not need; that brought Y/n composure back. "Let's go home and pray for this not to reach your uncle's ears."
"I'm sorry."
"It's alright, let's just go." My eyes lingered on our interlaced fingers; Y/n squeezed my hand and I looked up to see her bittersweet smile, which I ended up mirroring.
All from sudden, Y/n's orbs screamed panic.
Before I could put myself on guard, she tugged me back and stepped in front of me, taking her hand to her sword and giving me enough time to get my blade out.
In a swift movement I slayed the person that had attempted to kill me, triggering gasps and squeals from the people around us. It took me a hot second to realize that Y/n's digits were digging on my arm.
"Y/n?" Confusion was soon followed by terror when the only response I obtained was a ragged breath. "Y/n!" My voice shifted to a desperate cry when her legs gave in and we both fell on our knees.
READER'S P. O. V.
"T-tell me you got them." I felt his hands frantically wander over my torso to find the wound; it was impossible for him to see it without moving me, since I felt my body basically collapsing against his. "I-If I die— Fíli..." I love you, I wanted to say. My fingers gripped the collar of his shirt for dear life until I had no strength to do it.
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My abdomen hurt madly when I recovered my conscience, but it was good, I was alive.
I however struggled to find the will to take a peek at my surroundings. My eyes briefly opened and I saw Fíli sat besides me, holding my hand in both of his, his lips pressed against my knuckles whilst muttering some unintelligible words.
Before I could call his name, my eyelids began to feel too heavy to keep them parted, and before I knew it, I was asleep again.
When I woke up again, I was told I had remained in Dale, at Bard's home; I was informed that the foe had been slayed, and the threat's case solved.
The only thing I wished to do was talk to Fíli, but the prince was nowhere to be found.
After approximately a week of rest in the humans' metropoli, I was taken to Erebor.
Once there I looked for the blond-haired dwarf again, but the only thing I could find was the dress Fíli had bought for me, resting neatly folded on top of my bed.
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I had been endeavouring to stay distracted or busy at all times in order to stop my mind from musing on the older prince.
To either our luck or our dismay, we found each other in one of the vast halls of the mountain, walking in opposite directions.
His eyes were first of surprise, then of panic, and lastly, of pain.
I could almost feel his desperate need to turn around and run back to where he had come from, but he probably realized that wouldn't spare him from this.
"You can walk." He awkwardly observed. "Are you recovered?"
"Not entirely," I decided to keep up with the small chat since I couldn't find the words to express what I wanted. "I can't reincorporate to the guard yet."
He nodded. "I figured." His eyes flickered to mines for a second before fixing on the ground. "I should go—"
"Why are you avoiding me?" My question was loud and clear; before he could come up with something, I spoke again. "What happened was not your fault, Fíli." He shook his head no. "I understand that you feel guilty, but you have no reason to do so. My duty was to protect you and I did."
"I..." With a deep breath, he found the strength to reply. "I cannot tell you how sorry I am." He finally looked at me, and I soon picked up on his welled eyes. "had I only listened to you..." I nervously shifted my weight from one foot to another. "I tried visiting you but I just— I couldn't look at you without—" his voice cracked, making me feel a pang on my chest.
Surprising us both, I strode across the hall and enclosed him in my arms, which he eagerly accepted. "Please do not avoid me." I whispered on his ear. "I can't stand it."
There was a moment of silence before he gathered the courage to ask what he had wanted to ask since I first opened my eyes.
"Did you mean it?" My confusion was visible when he pulled apart to look at my eyes, trying to hold himself together. "That... That you love me. Did you mean it?" My face burned as if I was mad red, but it was quite the opposite. "You look livid." He was quick to guide me to a stone bench near us.
"No, I'm-" he sat me down and kneeled in front of me "I'm fine." My head was spinning. I had actually said that out loud. "Fíli, listen," I took a deep breath. "I thought I was going to die I-"
"I am asking you" it dawned on me that his hands were grasping mine as if I would slip away if he didn't do so, "if you meant it. Did you?"
"It doesn't matter."
"I love you." His statement was so clear, so overwhelming, that my eyes started to water. "And you're wrong, I acknowledge the importance of my duties; despite my words I know what I owe to this kingdom, but my mother taught me that my heart comes first." I tried blinking the tears away, "That means that my love for you comes first. So when I tell you— Y/n look at me—" he propped himself slightly to meet my gaze again. "That being the heir is not an obstacle for us, believe me, for it is not."
He awaited for my answer wearing his heart his sleeve, but I felt like I would break down to tears if I attempted to articulate one single word, so instead of giving him a reply, I leaned down and kiss him passionately.
He tugged me down with him and embraced me, returning the kiss with the same enthusiasm I had put on it.
"Had I known this is all it took to gain your favour," he teased with a grin, pulling away just enough for us to breath.
"You wouldn't have been hiding from me like a coward?" I finished with my forehead resting against his.
"Probably." He confirmed, leaning on to resume the kiss he had stopped.
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Hi! So I've read your Fili fic the line of durin and I can honestly see Thorin having a breeding kink. Could you write something for Thorin please? Absolutely fine if you don't want to 🤍
Hi! Thanks for requesting ! Ill gladly write one ! I honestly have to agree with you there lol.
Also apology for the late post since I am in school rn and just trying to get done with my assignments before I start typing any stories ! Also I am sorry I sometimes cringe at my own writing b/c ngl I am not the best smut writer lol. but thank you for trusting me to write this. I hope you like...
Minors DNI 18+ ONLY !!!!
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Warning: contains smut, breeding kink, harsh language, Dom Thorin
The reader will be gender neutral but I will be using female anatomy since that is what I know
Thorin X GN!Reader
The room was hot, all that was heard was the sound of skin slapping against one another, the sounds of moans cascading the walls.
The maids ran from the halls, their faces flushed as the sounds from the King's room seem to get louder, the bed frame hitting against the wall as the mattress creaked against the wood.
Screams of pleasure resonated as Thorin's beloved [y/n] wrapped their legs around his torso. He smirked when realizing they arched their back when hitting a certain spot so deliciously. Their bodies coated with sweat after hours of continous love making.
[y/n] could feel themselves leaking from the countless times Thorin buried his seed into them. The creamy substance mixed with their own made a squelching sound as Thorin placed their legs around his shoulders, slightly lifting them and pounding deeper, if that was possible.
They felt as if they were in eternal bliss, nothing but pleasure.
" Do you feel how deep I am ?" Smirked Thorin as they moaned loader, unable to formulate words. He chuckled at their cock drunk appearance, nothing but pure utter bliss written across their face as their nails dug into his back. Their pelvis kissing one another, surrounded by the silk bedsheets stained with spirts of cum from both of them.
" I will make sure to fill you up to the brim, not letting a single bit spill." Moaned Thorin. He had one goal in mind, to make many heirs to rule Erebor, he will make multiple prince's and princesses under the mountain. Just the image of a swelled up breast filled with milk, all for him to suck and pinch at his leisure and a big belly holding his children. Oh what a sight it would be to him, just thinking about it quickened his pace before he came once More, together they moaned in ecstasy.
Staring into one another's eyes as Thorin began to go once again.
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a/n: I cringe at my own writing so I could not proofread it all. But I hope you enjoy it. To all the readers: you may continue to request just know it'll take me some time (: Also I apologize for how short it was.
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