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tolkienpinupcalendar · 2 months ago
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Kinktober
We are happy to announce that for Kinktober we are working with @acorn-and-oakleaves!! This month's prompts are done in a light-to-dark order. White Chocolate prompts being light lightest and Dark Chocolate being the darkest 🌶️. Have fun mixing and matching or sticking with one level! The choice is yours. For bagginshield works feel free to tag both @tolkienpinupcalendar and @acorn-and-oakleaves. If you are working on other ships from Middle Earth feel free to just tag @tolkienpinupcalendar. Any ships welcome!
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Thank you to @fantasyinallforms for working on this collaboration with us!!
We look forward to seeing what you create! Mods @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book and @frosticenow
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fantasyinallforms · 1 year ago
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Alright! I'm doing this Kinktober event hosted by the @tolkienpinupcalendar
I'll be doing as many of these as I can in October!
Requests are now closed however if you want to be tagged in any particular day let me know. I'm still taking requests for the free space! As most of you know, I mostly write Bagginshield, but I will take requests for
Bagginshield (If you don't give me a ship, I will default here.)
Gigolas
Yavanna/Aulë
Aragorn/Faramir
Dwalin/Nori or Dwalin/Ori
✨Not linked to this event, but I will still take requests.✨
Aziracrow
Gentlebeard
To request, just send me an Ask ❤️❤️
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frosticenow · 1 year ago
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This is my first fic for kinktober 2023. Very late sorry. This is using @tolkienpinupcalendar's list for this event. There will be more chapters in the future.
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Boromir (Son of Denethor II)/Merry Brandybuck
Characters: Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Merry Brandybuck, Pippin Took, Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Denethor II, Sam Gamgee, Frodo Baggins, Legolas Greenleaf, Aragorn | Estel, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Dís (Tolkien), Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield
Additional Tags:, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Alternate Universe - Bikers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Kinktober 2023, Smut, Anonymous Sex, Bathroom Sex, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
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tolkienpinupcalendar · 1 month ago
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Our friends over at @acorn-and-oakleaves are collaborating with us for kinktober!!
18+ content ahead. Please be advised.
Hello! Acorn and Oak Leaves, In partnership with the Tolkien Pickup Calendar, have put together a light-to-dark set of prompts for Kinktober 2024! These range all over the kink spectrum, so you can pick and choose or mix and match to your heart's content!
For bagginshield works feel free to tag both @tolkienpinupcalendar and @acorn-and-oakleaves. If you are working on other ships from Middle Earth feel free to just tag @tolkienpinupcalendar. Any ships welcome!
Happy Creating!
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Thank you to @frosticenow adn @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book for working with me on this collab!
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tolkienpinupcalendar · 1 year ago
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Announcement!
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@the-girl-with-the-algebra-book and @frosticenow are happy to announce that in addition to the Tolkien Pinup Calendar will now also be holding mini prompt events throughout the year.  For these events you can create anything, moodboard, art, fic etc. to submit, that you feel fulfills the prompt.  Most of the prompts are going to be 18+ in nature, since this is an 18+ tumblr.  There is going to be an assortment of different types of events, some longer with 30-31 prompts, some shorter, with 8-15 prompts, and some Bingo style!!  
The first event is going to be Kinktober! 👻🎃  Below is a list of prompts we put together.  Once you create the piece you can share it on tumblr.  To get the TPC tumblr to reblog it please tag the @tolkienpinupcalendar tumblr, use the tag #TPCkinktober and send a smut-mission to our form.  You can also add it to the AO3 collection.
There is more information on the FAQ page. We look forward to seeing what you create!!  
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fantasyinallforms · 1 year ago
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I won't lie. I was really nervous about this one. I've never written Thranduil/ Bard or even read fics with them as the main ship. That said, I'm SO SO proud of myself for this one. In my opinion, at least it turned out to be much better than I thought it might, and I was really feeling the moment when I finished writing it.
I will put this on AO3 as a one-shot, not because it's super long it's about 1.3k, but because I'm genuinely proud that I stepped out of my comfort zone to work on something I normally wouldn't. Thank you to the Anon who suggested it! Thank you to @tolkienpinupcalendar for hosting this event! ~~~~~
Day 6- Bard/ Thranduil- Body Worship/Blowjobs
Title: Where All Others Failed
Thranduil never spent much time lingering on the forms of men. Why should he? Such small-minded creatures who lived such a short time. Just enough time to impact the world, yet not enough time to fully understand the weight of their choices. He had not even treated with a human until the second age of this world after the fall of his first home, Doriath. Yet the strength and determination of one Bard, the dragonslayer, had captured his attention where all other humans had failed.
Bard walked through the tent's open flap and threw down his quiver. “Another fight over supplies. People tire of the cleanup and the smell of dead orcs. I can not blame them, for I tire of it myself.” 
“Yet you do not look or smell as if you’ve been hauling orc bodies out of your new town all day,” Thranduil replied 
“I’ve been too busy settling disputes, and now I’m hoping to hide here if only to have some peace.” Bard closed his eyes and smiled as he leaned against the center pole of the tent. Thranduil’s fingers itched to touch as he stared at the strong frame of Bard's body. He remembered himself a moment too late as their eyes met. Quickly, he got up to pour himself wine and think of anything else. He only made it a step past the pole before Bard's arm caught him around the waist and dragged him back. 
“It always surprises me how light elves are. I would think you might float on air, but I have seen you walk atop snow drifts, so perhaps I’m not far off.” His smile was blindingly annoying, but Thranduil made no move to get away. Bard’s arms were warm and comfortable.    
“Do you forget that I am a king, and this is my tent?” He quipped back stubbornly. That only seemed to make Bard adjust to get a better grip on his waist. 
“Forget? How could I when I seem to always find said king's eyes on me.” Bard pulled him into a kiss, and when Thranduil was sufficiently distracted by the warm mouth now on his, he felt himself get walked back until he fell into his ornate high-backed chair. 
Elves were strong in a graceful way, but humans were brutish and clumsy. There was no room for patience or measure in such a short lifespan. It was new. It was terrifying. Perhaps that is why he craved the touch of impatient fingers struggling to undo the clasps on the front of his robes or why he involuntarily gasped when those strong, bruising fingers finally reached his skin. Bard had moved on from his mouth and was now nipping at his jaw, slowly making his way to his ears. How long had it been since he let someone touch him with such reverence? How long had it been since someone wanted to? A question with its answer hidden in the age of his son. He returned the affection, bringing his hands up to peel away the many layers of Bard's clothes until, finally, his hands could freely roam the strong, scared flesh of the man who was rapidly becoming too dear to him. 
He felt himself grow hot as Bard continued his assault. He tried not to whimper as the tip of his ear went into the man's mouth, and felt his pants grow tight. 
“They speak of the beauty of the elves, but they never tell you how stubborn they can be to let themselves fall apart. I can feel you resisting my temptations. If you wish me to stop, I will.” Bard leaned back, using the arms of the chair to brace himself so he could meet his eyes in question. Thranduil did not want this to stop. He still wanted to touch and to be touched. He pulled Bard back down to him. He let himself fall into this short-lived dream that could only end in heartbreak. Right now, he didn’t care. He wanted to let Bard worship him with his mouth and take pleasure in his body. Bard took this as consent and pressed on with renewed vigor until the robes fell off Thranduil's shoulders, revealing how painfully hard he had become.
Bard tucked the hair that had fallen in front of his face behind his ear with an affectionate smile before kissing him soundly. The next kisses were placed along his chest and down the planes of his abs and stomach until Bard was kneeling on the floor in front of him, eyes level with his cock. Without much of a second thought, Bard placed his hand on Thranduil’s hip and took him in his mouth. A shattered cry left him as the pleasure raced through his core. Bard’s mouth was warm and wet and hot. He was taking him right to the back of his throat with little issue. He buried his hands in the dark locks and let his head fall back in ecstasy until he felt the warmth pool in his body. He tried to give a warning about what was to come, but Bard’s only response was to place his hand on his chest and push him back with surprising force. He came with a shout that turned into a long, shaky moan as his body seized, then went lax. Bard stood with a smile, wiping his mouth and looking incredibly pleased with himself. One look between his legs made it clear he was still very hard himself. Thranduil rose from his chair and grabbed Bard, kissing him hard, not caring that his mouth tasted like his own spend. He used the shock of it to trade places and drop Bard into his chair before sinking to his knees. 
“Thranduil, wait! This is your tent, and you are a king. You do not need to-.” Thranduil cut off Bards' protests. 
“Do not tell me what I can and can not do.” He freed Bard’s cock from his pants and strangled a moan in his throat. Bard was thick and big enough he might not be able to fit all of him in his mouth. He would still try. Thranduil licked the tip and tasted the salty precum coat his tongue before swallowing what he could. His reward was getting to look up and see Bard falling apart. He was panting and moaning. He looked down at him through half-lidded eyes as Thranduil looked up at him through long, elven lashes and began caressing his hair and whispering sweet words of encouragement. He couldn't help but preen at his handy work, and soon he felt Bard tense. 
“Thranduil, please, you should stop. I’m so close.” Bard grit out. With a wicked smile, Thranduil rested Bard’s cock on the tip of his tongue and opened his mouth wide in invitation. He tried not to let a drop fall from his lips but failed and felt some slide down his chin. He felt too wobbly to stand immediately, and when he looked up, Bard was staring at him with wide-eyed adoration. He slipped off the chair to meet him on the floor and, using the cuff of his discarded jacket, wiped the corners of his mouth and chin before kissing him lovingly. The adoration was still in his voice when he whispered.
“I think you might be the most beautiful being in all of Arda.” 
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fantasyinallforms · 1 year ago
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I did change some of the prompts to better fit the M/M ships I write for. Again thank you to @tolkienpinupcalendar for hosting this event!
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Day 3-Bagginsshield- Thigh Riding Fucking
Thorin had Bilbo on his bedroll, flushed and pink, spread out beneath his furs. They had set up camp in a place that afforded them a hint of privacy and were taking full advantage of it. It amazed him how soft his little lover was. Thorin bent back down over Bilbo, kissing him soundly and running his hands along the side of his thick thighs, encouraging him to lock in around him. 
Sweet-pitched moans and whimpers were coming from Bilbo's mouth as they took their time with each other. 
"Mahal’s hammer Bilbo, I wish I could take you here and now." Thorin groaned. Bilbo's body promised such warmth and comfort. He wanted to lose himself in the tight ample ass of his beloved. 
"Then take me, please." Bilbo whined. 
"We have nothing to slick you with, and I won't risk hurting you." He was far too big compared to Bilbo to ever consider doing such without time to prepare and a good proper lubricant. He didn't want to be the cause of pain for his One, and he would not take his pleasure without ensuring Bilbo's. 
"There is something else we can try. I know you're quite fond of my thighs with how you like to knead at them and feel them wrapped around you. When pressed together, they're quite soft and tight. Maybe not as tight as being in me, but a compromise?" Bilbo sat up, legs resting in a double-u position, and Thorin's eyes were drawn to the space where his thighs met and brushed together with new apparition and hunger. 
"Clever little hobbit." Thorin purred as he gently pushed Bilbo back onto the furs and kissed down his chest. When he got to Bilbo's navel, he spread his legs apart and took his time kissing, biting, and sucking on his inner thigh until little marks formed in the usually unblemished skin. The hand that wasn't keeping Bilbo in place was idly stoking Bilbo’s cock. His love was a wreck above him, helpless and trembling, words completely lost. Thorin’s cock lay hard and leaking between his legs, and it was about time he saw to that. 
He turned Bilbo onto his side and compressed his legs. With a little spit on his hands to help ease the way, he finally sunk his cock into the flesh of Bilbo’s thighs. This was one of the best suggestions Bilbo has ever come up with, and his hobbit was brilliant, so that was saying something. His cock was long enough that with every thrust, he brushed over Bilbo’s stones causing him to shudder, which only made the soft tight skin vibrate pleasantly. The spit from his hand and now his precum were plenty to make the experience smooth, and Bilbo was so warm. 
Soon, he found himself chasing release. With a growl, he spent between Bilbo’s thighs and came to his senses to find that Bilbo had spent on himself. When he turned his lover over, he was treated to half-lidded eyes and a lazy, satisfied smile. Thorin smirked as he saw just how much of a mess he made of his hobbit. It was an image he wanted burned into his memory forever. 
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fantasyinallforms · 1 year ago
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Thank you to @tolkienpinupcalendar for hosting this event!
I saw a piece of art that really spoke to me from Ewebean (I think) and I thought it would pair really well with today's prompt. This is the definition of the fuff-and-smut AO3 tag.
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Day 14- Bagginshield-Getting caught/revoked consent
The last person left the throne room, and the rulers of Erebor relaxed with a sigh. 
“That was agonizing. Let’s never do it again.” Thorin groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He felt soft hands pull the hair out of his face and kiss the side of his head. 
“We have another guild meeting tomorrow. With the silversmiths this time.” Bilbo reminded him sweetly. 
“And when are we supposed to find time for ourselves in all of this?” Thorin grumbled. 
“Around the time Fili is ready to take over as king, I believe.” It was said with humor, but Thorin wasn’t smiling or really paying attention at all. He was looking a little too closely at the way Bilbo’s vest hugged his curves and how the shirt he was wearing only just barely covered his collarbone. “Thorin, are you listening to me?” Thorin looked up dumbly at his consort. 
“I uh… no.” Thorin looked away sheepishly and coughed into his hand. His head snapped back immediately when he felt Bilbo’s weight settle on his lap. Bilbo was now straddling him on the throne, legs spread wide to fit around his thighs with a wicked grin. 
“And what, oh king, seems to have your attention?” Bilbo purred. As he spoke, he slowly started popping the buttons on his vest, never taking his eyes off Thorin. He took that as an invitation and grabbed the hobbit tightly, one hand on the back of his head with his fingers twisted into his curls and the other on his ass, sliding him forward to press them together. 
“Don’t say that like you aren't privy to how my eyes wander over you.” A hand still on the back of Bilbo’s head Thorin kissed down Bilbo's neck, sucking marks into his skin that he wanted others to see later. They were both hard and panting by the time he was done, and throwing caution to the wind, he divested Bilbo of most of his layers, leaving him only in the thin blue ambassadorial sash he wore over his regular attire. 
“You’re already so wet I don’t even think I have to prepare you.” Thorin stuck his center fingers as far into Bilbo as they could go and, as expected, met no resistance. Bilbo keened and tried to push down, which was Thorin's cue to give him something more satisfying to fuck himself on. He didn't bother taking off his clothes. He pulled himself out, lined up his cock, and sank into Bilbo's heat in one fell swoop causing his hobbit to throw his head back in ecstasy. It was stunning looking at Bilbo like this, especially when he was riding him. He looked effervescent, and If Thorin hadn’t spent the last two years by his side, he would have thought his perfections were conjured by his mind. There was nothing in this world that could make him worthy of such a treasure.
“You’re the most beautiful thing in Arda amral. I swear it on my life,” Thorin vowed as he let Bilbo use him for his pleasure, stroking his hands over his arms and chest. He wouldn’t let his hobbit have all the fun. He timed Bilbo's bounces and thrust into him hard. Bilbo yelped and fell forward onto his chest as he had hopped. He was soaking in the breathless moans that were now directly in his ear when the door to the chamber burst open, and in spilled half the company, Fili and Kili included. It caught both of them off guard, but Bilbo, in particular, startled badly. He curled into his chest as much as was possible in their current position. Thorin grabbed the furs he had draped over the arm of the throne and threw it around Bilbo’s shoulders to cover him before placing a protective hand over the back of his head. 
Thorin looked over his husband's shoulder to the interlopers, still stunned, a few steps past the door. 
“If I see any of you for the entire rest of this day, I will ship you off to play ambassador to the elven king for a fortnight. GET OUT!” With a flurry of curses and at least one gag that was probably Kili, they retreated and closed the door. Thorin turned his attention back to the hobbit burrowing into his chest. He smoothed back his hair. 
“They’re gone, my love. I thought that someone would at least knock before they came in.” Bilbo poked his head up. 
“Please tell me that did not just happen,” Bilbo pleaded. All Thorin could do was give him a sympathetic half-smile. “I’m not going to be able to look at them for a month.” He sat back up, and Thorin was suddenly very aware that he was still buried hilt deep in Bilbo’s tight heat. He snaked his hand around Bilbo’s waste to readjust and gave a little bounce. 
“Do you still want to continue?” Thorin asked hopefully. Bilbo shifted. 
“Please don't be upset, but no. I-I think the moment is over for me. Don’t worry, though. I’ll still make sure to finish you off. I wouldn't expect you to appreciate being left like this.” Bilbo sat up until they were no longer joined and wrapped his hand around his cock.
“Bilbo, stop,” Thorin said in a serious tone. The hobbit froze. “You don't need to do anything for me. If you want to stop, then we stop. You’re under no obligation to do anything else.” He helped Bilbo off the throne and carefully redressed him. Bilbo looked sheepish and nervous but let himself be tended to. 
“Are you sure you don't mind? I-I was the one that started all this after all and-” He halted Bilbo’s next words. 
“I don’t know who put these expectations in your mind, Amrâlimê, but you are not under any obligation to finish any coupling you start with me unless you want to. You already revoked consent, which is a perfectly respectable and reasonable thing to do. Please tell me you understand that?” He needed Bilbo to know that their lovemaking was never NEVER mandatory. He stood there searching those bright hazel eyes until he got a confirmation. He didn't know who put these ideals into his hobbit's mind, but he detested their existence. 
“Yes, I- thank you.” Bilbo's smile was genuine, and he relaxed at the sight of it. 
“I do have one favor to ask of you if you’re amenable?” Thorin asked, stretching his hand out For Bilbo to take. His love cocked his head in question. “Would you be ok with me holding you for a little while?” Bilbo took his hand and held it tight.
“Yes. I’d like that very much.” 
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fantasyinallforms · 1 year ago
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Despite my warnings, I've gotten some Anon hate for this series. I get that some are spicier than others, and I'm writing on a very wide range of kinks. Super saucy isn't everyone's thing, and I get that. That's why I've written a few more tender ones specifically for those who prefer that. The label is right on the can, so to speak. You're under no obligation to read it but don't be mad at me for writing it. Not really inspiring me to write more, but they also want that, so I'll keep going anyway. I do this for one month out of the 12 months, so kindly get out of my DM's.
Thank you to @tolkienpinupcalendar for hosting this event! Thank you to those who have said a kind word, and thank you to my fellows on the NSFT Discord. Your encouragement and chats have meant the world to me.
without further adieu
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Day 13- Bagginshield - Dom/Sub with light to medium degradation (Bilbo Dom)
Thorin walked through the door of his royal apartment, exhausted. Not physically but mentally. Being king meant making choices all day. It meant a constant barrage of information all directed at him. He was constantly expected to set an example and a standard for his people.  Most of the time, he loved it and couldn't imagine doing anything else. Other times he wanted to run far away from responsibility and choice. Like he did today. 
He removed his boots and walked into the living room to find Bilbo at his writing desk, scribbling letters for trade orders and ambassadorial summons. He looked up and smiled as Thorin walked in but knit his eyebrows when he saw Thorin's haggard disposition. 
"You held open court today, didn't you?" Bilbo asked. Thorin nodded yes. "I'll be sitting in my armchair when you're appropriately dressed." Bilbo put his pen back in the inkwell and left the room. A swooping sensation filled his stomach. He had been desperately hoping for that response. Not long after his coronation, the weight of rulership settled on him. It made him tired, irritable, and not the best company. He hadn't seen how much it hurt Bilbo until it became a shouting match. That fight ended in Thorin finally voicing all his burdens, and of course, his clever hobbit had a solution. He had been skeptical initially, but it took no time for him to fall in love with the dynamic they had built. One where he was not in charge and made no decisions. 
Thorin pulled the black and white dress Bilbo commissioned for him out of his wardrobe. It was made to resemble a maid outfit that was common in the shire, though it was likely much shorter than the real thing. He put it on and smoothed it out before walking into the sitting room. Bilbo was where he said he'd be, patiently waiting with his legs crossed and his fingers clasped together over his knee. 
"Go look at yourself in the mirror and tell me if what you’re wearing counts as appropriate attire," Bilbo stated. He turned to the mirror and realized his mistake. 
"I forgot my headband," Thorin replied. 
"Let's not also forget our manners in your haste. You forgot your headband, what?" 
"I forgot my headband, Master Baggins." Thorin recited. 
"Very good. Go get it, and also bring me the black paper-wrapped package in the top drawer of my desk." Thorin returned to the bedroom and pinned his hair up in a bun so that the headpiece would fit appropriately. He smiled at himself in the mirror. For the next several hours, Thorin was not a king. He did not have responsibilities or a kingdom. He would not be catered to or held in regard. He was something for Bilbo to play with or belittle as he saw fit. The package he was told to grab was heavier than he expected. It made him curious and excited.
"Good, we can start. Now, I am concerned with that little blunder that you've forgotten the rules, so I'm going to remind you of them. So long as you are wearing those clothes, you don't get to make choices. You do what I ask when I ask. Fail, and there will be punishment.  Nod if you agree." When he nodded, Bilbo got up and walked over to him to take the package." If you need to stop, what is the only word I'll accept?" Bilbo asked
"Smaug, Master Baggins," Thorin replied. Bilbo grinned.
"Good boy. Now that I'm confident you remember how this works, I have a present for you. I had it specially made." Bilbo unwrapped the paper to reveal a plug made of silver with a jeweled acorn engraved at its base. Thorin's eyes went wide as he gulped and shuddered in anticipation. It was a good size, bigger than any of the other ones Bilbo had used on him. "It looks like I'll be spending most of our time together helping you remember your manners. What do we say when someone gives us a gift?" 
"Thank you, Master Baggins. It's very generous. I'd be happy to accept such a gift from you." 
"I'm glad to hear it. Let's not waste any time then. Grab the oil and get on your hands and knees in front of me. I want to watch you open yourself up. Do not touch your cock." Bilbo sat back on his armchair and watched as Thorin worked his fingers into himself one at a time. He loved having Bilbo’s eyes on him, judging him worthy of his time. He looked over at him every time he added a new finger to watch the satisfying smile play out on his lips. When he could fit three comfortably, Bilbo commanded him to stop. “Very good. Now, head down, arch your back, and spread your legs.” Thorin hesitated. In all the times they had played together, this was not a position Bilbo usually put him in. He was typically expected to insert his own toys. His hesitancy earned him Bilbo’s foot on his neck. Bilbo applied pressure until his cheek was pressed into the floor. “I don’t like being ignored or disobeyed, Thorin.”  When Bilbo took the pressure off, Thorin didn’t move. He adjusted his hips and sloped his back as he was told.
“I’m sorry, Master Baggins, I forgot myself.” Thorin apologized. Bilbo tutted at him. 
“I’m inclined to forgive you only because you look quite pathetic like this. We’ve barely begun, and you’re already leaking onto the floor.” Bilbo trailed his hand over his back and down his thighs, paying close mind to never touch his cock or his stretched hole. Every small touch was like an electric shock. It left him wanting more and made him aware of how empty his body felt. He groaned and tried to think about the cool stone under his face. Soon, he felt cool metal tease at his entrance. “Remind me how much you want my present,” Bilbo commanded. 
“Please Bil-Master Baggins. I want to accept your gift! I want whatever you’re willing to give me!” He spread his legs a little wider and thrust his ass as far up as possible. Bilbo snapped his garters against his thighs with a hint of satisfaction. 
“Take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Do not stop breathing.” The moment after the command was given, Thorin felt the cold metal breach him. He grit his teeth but kept breathing as Bilbo pushed it further and further. It was painful, and the pressure pushed him open further than he had ever been before, but the stretch was intoxicating. After what seemed like forever, he felt the base settle against his ass and whimpered at the realization that this was constructed to settle just under the spot inside him that made him see stars. His body adjusted to the new intrusion just before Bilbo slapped it and forced another broken whimper from him. “A perfect fit. I might even make it part of the uniform. Bilbo tugged on it, testing the seal and laughing as Thorin buckled. “Well, now that you have my present, you can make me tea. Stand up.” Thorin tried to do what he was told and failed the first time as the plug shifted and made him tremble. His cock ached to be touched, and his body was on fire. He felt as alive as he did in battle. 
He was finally able to fully comply and hung the kettle on the fire. He could feel every inch of what was still inside him. He wanted to squirm and bounce until it brought him to completion, but he obeyed his command. The tea was made, and he prepared it exactly how Bilbo taught him in his first session. Two cream and two sugar. He brought it over to him, and Bilbo took it with a smile. 
“Well done. Kneel beside me and hold out your hands. Do not move, and do not spill a drop of my tea." Bilbo sat the saucer and cup on his open hands and started reading. Periodically removing the cup to take a sip. When he was finished, he demanded another one and remanded Thorin to the same position. Only this time, he did not drink it. He read, and Thorin continued to be his tea table until the tea itself went cold. After another ten minutes and long after his hands and legs had gone numb, he felt Bilbo run his hands along his leg and over his thighs. He lifted the front of his outfit and let out a disappointed sigh. "Well, isn't that a shame? Even with my present inside you, your cock has gone soft. It looks quite sad, just bobbing between your thighs like that. Don't you think you should apologize to me for such a pitiful display?" Bilbo dropped the hem of the dress and stared expectedly. 
"I'm sorry, Master Baggins." 
"Sorry for what, Thorin, be specific." Thorin stared at the floor. Bilbo was in a mood to humiliate him, likely blowing off his own steam from spending a day being diplomatic to those who barely deserved it. Thorin tried not to smile at the thought that his humiliation could help his husband in such a way.
"I'm sorry that my cock is pathetic enough that it can't stay hard. I'm sorry that you are forced to look at it, and I hope that you can forgive me for making you have to remind me of my manners." He felt his cock twitch, but with just how numb his legs were, it remained soft. Bilbo took the cold tea from him and used his foot to push Thorin over onto his side.  
"I accept your apology, and I won't even punish you. I'll give you another chance to redeem yourself. Go make me a fresh cup of tea, and if your legs are too numb to walk, you can crawl to the kitchen." His legs were too numb. He crawled across the floor, the plug shifting within him with every movement of his hips. By the time he got to the kitchen, his legs prickled, and his cock was half-hard again. He panted, aching with the burning need to touch himself but craving the promise of Bilbo’s reward more. He managed to stand long enough to hang the kettle over the fire before collapsing. In the time it took for the water to boil, he regained sensation enough to walk and re-entered the room with a hot cup of tea. 
"Hand me my tea and get on all fours in front of me facing the door. Do not slope your back," Bilbo demanded. When Thorin was in the correct position, Bilbo placed the cup just below his shoulder blades and walked around to face him. He grabbed his face and forced their eyes to meet.
"Now I think we can agree I've been very patient with you this evening. You're not an easy toy to train, but I will keep trying. What makes you worth it is how eager you are to please. That is a quality I approve of. I'll say this for the last time. Do not spill my tea, and if you can manage that, I'll use you as the little cum dump you’re training so hard to become." Bilbo watched the hopeful reaction play out on his face with a wicked grin. 
"Thank you, Master Baggins. You're more generous with me than I deserve." Thorin couldn't keep the adoration out of his voice if he tried. 
“Yes, I am,” Bilbo replied as he took his seat. The game he was about to have to play was apparent immediately. He felt Bilbo’s hand caress his rear, and then, with a bolt of beautiful agony, he felt the plug turn in him as Bilbo slowly took it out. He wanted to writhe and felt his shoulders shake, but the moment he heard the rattling of the teacup, he stopped and tried to steel his nerves. It left him panting and mumbling words of mercy. Bilbo showed him none, and he would get none unless he uttered their red word. He did not stop, and he did not slow down. When the plug was almost out of him, he pushed it back in with enough force to make Thorin scream, but he still did not move. He held fast as Bilbo assaulted his body with the toy until he was crying and begging for release. When he felt like he was about to collapse, Bilbo stopped picked up the tea cup and set it aside before uttering the first genuinely kind words of the session. 
“Thorin, you did so well. Not a bit of my tea went to waste. I’m going to give you a special reward just because I know how difficult that was. Turn around and open your mouth.” When Thorin turned around, Bilbo had his cock in his hand. He caressed his face and hooked his thumb into his mouth. He smeared some of his precum on his lips before slapping his cock on his tongue. Bilbo fed his cock into his mouth until Thorin swallowed all of it and fucked the back of his throat hard and fast. Thorin was so relieved to finally be worthy of Bilbo’s affection that he came untouched onto the cold floor. While his body shuddered from the aftershock of his climax, Bilbo gripped his hair and, with a cry, spent down his throat. 
Thorin didn't spill a drop.
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fantasyinallforms · 1 year ago
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This time is a tad different. Both of these fics are on AO3! The Nwalin one I wrote for this event and the Bagginshield one I wrote last year, but it fits the day's theme, so I thought I would share!
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Day 10- Restraints
Prison Of Your Own Making
Dwalin has finally caught the attractive thief terrorizing Ered Luin. Putting him away should go exactly as planned...right?
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Restrained
As he sat in his cell, Thorin had one singular train of thought. Bilbo. His Bilbo. Had he slipped away? Was he hiding among the elves? Had they captured him? He desperately tried not to think about the other possibilities. If he closed his eyes, he could still smell the hobbit on his clothes from all the times they had laid together. Loneliness and longing crept into his bones, held back only by the thought of golden curls and pretty green eyes.
This fic gets straight to the point pretty quickly. Lots of feelings, lots of sex. Thorin proves just how strong dwarves can be if they need it.
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fantasyinallforms · 1 year ago
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Really stepped out of my comfort zone on this one, but I'm happy with the way it turned out!
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Day 7- Bilbo/Thorin/Dwalin- Multiple partners
He told himself that he followed to make sure they were safe. It was a lie to make himself feel better about the fact that he had every intention of spying on his king and burglar's tryst. The first time it had happened was an accident. They had been gone for long enough he was getting worried. He didn’t realize that the hobbit's lustful cries or the strong grunts from Thorin would be enough to bring his body to full attention. They had been on the road for months with little privacy and no time to blow off steam, and he could admit he was itching to find a good release.
Dwalin stopped when he heard their voices and backed himself up to a large tree. Bilbo was already whimpering. He closed his eyes and took himself out of his pants, ears completely tuned into the sound. If he had been paying better attention, he would have noted that there were none of Thorin’s sounds to accompany them. When he opened his eyes, they focused on the form of his king wearing little more than a tunic and loose trousers. He was crossing his arms, and his face was a mix between amused and annoyed. Dwalin froze and hastily tried to right himself. 
“Thorin I-I…” Thorin held up his hand to silence him. 
“Thorin, you had better start talking. He looks like he might be sick if you keep him like this.” Bilbo’s voice sounded from his right. There was no annoyance in his tone, only humor. “It’s alright, Dwalin. You’re allowed to want to blow off steam, and the joys of the road don't provide a lot of opportunities or inspiration.” He let go of the breath he was holding and turned to look at Bilbo. He almost wished he didn’t because his flagging cock was back to full attention. Bilbo was shirtless with his trousers undone in the front and hair askew. His body's reaction did not go unnoticed. “Would you like to join us?” Bilbo asked innocently. Dwalin’s eyes went wide, and he looked immediately at Thorin.
“I don’t see why not if Bilbo is alright with it. Though my focus will be more on pleasing Bilbo,” Thorin answered his unspoken question. Dwalin thought he might be in a dream and would wake up in a few moments only to realize he had spilled in his pants. But the way Bilbo was now touching him did not feel like a dream. Small, delicate hands traced the tattoos on his large chest, and soft, warm lips accompanied those touches. He let his hands wander instinctively up Bilbo’s sides and watched Thorin step behind the burglar to trap him between them, lavishing his attention on the soft skin of his lover's neck. Dwalin was swallowing Bilbo’s moans and caressing Thorin’s hair. 
Those hands that were exploring his tattoos were now pulling out his cock. When Bilbo had him completely out and hard, he turned to Thorin to do the same to him before dropping to his knees. He hoped Thorin knew how lucky he was that he got to enjoy the attentions of this tempting, soft creature all the time. There was something about Bilbo that inspired devotion, that made his attention valuable. Thorin was the same in that way. The untouchable prince he was lucky enough to befriend. 
Bilbo looked incredibly small, sitting with his legs splayed on the floor, a cock in each hand. He turned his attention to Thorin first, running his tongue along his king's large cock. They were both quite big. Arguably the biggest in the company. How he managed to take a cock he couldn’t even fully wrap his hand around was baffling, but he must because he had heard their coupling many times before, and it was very clear who the receiver was. When Bilbo deemed he had paid Thorin enough attention, that wicked tongue was turned on him. The skill of that clever mouth was not just for witty remarks. Bilbo couldn’t take all or even most of him fully in his mouth, but he was kissing and swirling his tongue enough that Dwalin had to grip Thorin’s shoulders so as not to buck. It didn't help any, that at least once Bilbo intentionally gagged himself on his cock, sending a bolt to his very core. He came off of him with a wet pop and looked up again at them glassy-eyed. He didn't even get a chance to react before Thorin pulled Bilbo up and stuck his tongue down his throat. Dwalin enjoyed the show and jerked himself to the knowledge that what his king was tasting was his pre cum that Bilbo had so eagerly lapped up moments before. 
Thorin seemed to have enough of the slow pace they had set. He was stripping Bilbo of the remainder of his clothes, relieving the flush pink cock, crowned by hair to match his head. Thorin pinned Bilbo to the tree and lifted one of his legs for easier access to his entrance. Perhaps his king was moving too fast. 
“Should you not get oil?” Dwalin noted worriedly. Thorin stopped his advances. 
“I almost forgot you haven't experienced the joys of hobbits.” Thorin motioned him closer. “Male and female hobbits alike become slick when aroused. Normally, Bilbo would need no preparation, but I am careful given my size.” Thorin stuck two fingers deep into Bilbo, who keened loudly. 
“Please, please, someone stick their cock in me, or I might lose my mind,” Bilbo begged. Dwalin wanted so badly to acquiesce. Bilbo was dripping, slick, clearly running down his thighs. He knew that if the inside of him was half as soft as the outside, it would be pure bliss. Thorin leaned into Bilbo, shielding his face from view, and after a few unintelligible whispers, Thorin motioned for Dwalin to stand with his back to the tree. When he did so, Thorin picked Bilbo up and pressed him between them. 
“Do not finish in him, do you understand?” Thorin commanded. Dwalin nodded his understanding before he realized what was about to happen. The king grabbed his cock and lined it up with Bilbo’s entrance, then slowly released the hobbit's weight. He groaned as Bilbo settled onto him, relishing in the feeling. He had been wrong. Bilbo’s walls were twice as soft. He was also tight and warm. Bilbo’s voice hitched as his body welcomed the new intrusion, turning into high-pitched mewls as Dwalin gripped him tighter for more control. When he regained his senses, he took Bilbo from Thorin entirely, the hobbit's legs draped over his arms as he held him. When Thorin was sure he had Bilbo's weight, he took his time kissing his face and whispering Khuzdul endearments until BIlbo’s body was done adjusting. When Dwalin was ready to move, Thorin ducked down and swallowed the hobbit's cock, just as he thrust into him. It made Bilbo scream, and his insides flutter. In awe, he watched his cock disappear into Bilbo over and over, getting more vicious and sure with every thrust. 
“Dwalin, yes! I wish I could take both of you!” Bilbo’s breathing got heavy, and with little warning, he came with a shattered cry. Bilbo’s little body tensed around him, and his willpower nearly faltered. With Thorin’s warning clear in his mind, he had to quickly set Bilbo down and pull out. Bilbo lost his balance and fell to all fours with a whimper of need that didn't go unanswered for long. Thorin was right next to him with a reassuring hand in his hair, and when he had given enough gentle kisses, he turned Bilbo around and fucked into him. Dwalin took over kissing Bilbo and caressing his small face. Eventually, He guided his head down, and Bilbo eagerly started sucking on his cock. Every thrust from Thorin propelled Bilbo forward onto him. Bilbo looked a wreck. His face was glistening with sweat and saliva. His cheeks flushed, and he looked, for lack of a better term, claimed. The thought of Bilbo gulping down his seed like the hungry little slut he was acting like sturred something in him. 
“Please, Bilbo, tell me where I’m allowed to cum.” Dwalin grit out. Bilbo didn't even give a verbal resonance; he just opened his mouth, wider eyes pleading. A quick look at his king told him Thorin wouldn't last much longer himself, and so Dwalin fisted his hand in Bilbo’s hair, anchoring him in place and spent in his mouth hard enough to see stars. Thorin, at nearly the same time, emptied himself as deep in Bilbo as he could go with a snarl. There was enough cum that it leaked out the side of Bilbo's mouth, and the greedy hobbit licked it off his lips like it was candy. 
Not for the rest of his long, long life would Dwalin forget the image of a blissed-out Bilbo Baggins dripping from both ends in dwarven cum.     
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While I am happy, I wrote this and I got to try something new, I don't think I'll write this pairing ever again. That said, I don't half-ass anything, so I put everything I could into this.
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fantasyinallforms · 1 year ago
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I can not stress this enough, but please mind the tags. This is a bit of a darker fic, but it all ends well and happily.
I'm taking a break after this one to work on my nice fluffy THAUC fic. I will very likely circle back around in about a week or two and release a few more for this event. Thank you all for the support you've shone this far 🥰😘 ~~~~~~~~
Day 15-Bagginshield- Sex Pollen/ Fuck or die
TW for: Whump, threats of rape/noncon, graphic depictions of violence
Unbreakable
Fantasyinallforms
Bilbo and Thorin are captured coming back from a diplomatic mission to the elf king's halls. Their captures have no intention of killing the great Thorin Oakenshield outright; instead, they seek to break him and attempt to use Bilbo to do it.
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tolkienpinupcalendar · 10 months ago
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As some of you have noticed, @tolkienpinupcalendar have been doing a retrospective of last years calendar and the prompt events we have been doing. This link is to the AO3 collection for the prompt events we have also been hosting this year! We have had #TPCKinktober and #TPCdeaddovedecember (check out the tags to see the posts not on AO3!).
In the collection we have 7 works for 10 fandoms! It was such a wonderful experience to be able to share these prompts and see how you interpreted them.
Next year we have even more prompt events planned!
The 2023 prompt event AO3 collection will be open till the end of January 2024 to let those people who want to finish the 2023 prompt events. There will be a new AO3 collection for the 2024 prompt events!
We can't wait to see what you create!
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