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HI HELLO I just wanted to drop by and say that your kinito fic has taken over my brain and I wanted to draw the reader design that my mind concocted whils I was readingg- For now all I can offer are these rushed sketches n' stuff but I promise if these are to your liking I WILL make more fanart of the more "existencial crisis" scenes- again, I LOVE YOUR FIC AND I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE IF YOU UPDATE IT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(ps: This is a very basic design based on the lil yellow guy in the game- I imagine it changes after the whole customization scene but to keep being an empty vessel for othe readers to interpret it will stay as the yellow figure)

🥹🥹🥹‼️‼️‼️🤯🤯🤯🤯‼️‼️‼️ DUDE!!!

These LEGIT made my day TYSM!! I’ve had art made for my fics maybe twice before,, so this was the BEST jumpscare EVER.

If you end up making anything else I’ll def eat it up dw!!

Player looks epic. I love to see that physical fragmentation!! Them and Kinito look nice together I can tell they’re friends :)

ALSO KINITO IN THE CAP W THE BAG… HE THINKS HE’S SO CASH MONEY…

The golf club scene 😭😭😭 Lawd that was SO fun to write I’m glad you captured it. PERFECTLY btw.

Yeah I’m going to stare at these for a few days straight. Tysm this made me feel like I’m doing something right 👍👍👍 I LOVE you

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Private -W2S

Words: 0.8k+

Warnings: eluding to sex happening.

In which you and Harry have a private but not secret relationship, then on his birthday you do something that makes the fans go crazy.

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y/username: my week🩵 ps. thank you for an incredible night @taliamar🎤⭐️

-comments-

taliamar: thanks for coming babe❤️

faithloisak: STUNNING

y/nfanpage21: harry in the 2nd and 4th pic!🥹🥹

user31479682: you know she's w2s's gf when she plays mario cart

user71542520: who’s jumper is that in the last pic?😉

Three years ago Harry followed me on instagram. He liked a few of my posts, I followed him back, he messaged me, we exchanged numbers, continued to text, then he eventually asked me on a date. 2 months later I was officially his girlfriend. We keep our relationship pretty private but everyone knows we're together. Sometimes I post something and his hands in the shot or I'm wearing one of his jumpers, the fans go crazy. If he's on a side cast and they're talking about their weeks he always refers to me as his girlfriend: "my girlfriend got me this." "my girlfriend said that,"

Today it's Harry's birthday. I organised a meal out with all of our friends for later and last night, after he went to sleep I decorated the apartment with balloons, laid his presents out on the table (which I also decorated) and placed his cake at the back of the fridge. Once I was finished I crawled back into bed.

"Morning." I heard Harry croak from beside me. I turned excitedly towards him. "Morning, birthday boy!" He groaned "how long have you been awake?" I huffed out a laugh "like an hour, or something." Harry chuckled. "I love you so much." He said with his eyes locked on mine. "I love you too. Now come on, I wanna show you what I got you!" I said jumping out of the bed and attempting to pull Harry out with me.

We don't usually go crazy with presents since most things we would just buy anyway. So I decided to book us a 10 day holiday to the Maldives, making sure to organise it with the boys so he had time off. Along with some new golf stuff, a childish hoodie, new balance and a custom dartboard for his office. He seemed very pleased with his presents and was so excited to spend over a week on a hot island with me.

We had some breakfast/lunch and FaceTimed Harry's family before we needed to get ready for dinner. We had a shower then I dried and straightened my hair, put on some makeup and got dressed into a pair of blue jeans, a cute white top and some matching white heels, along with my Dior bag. Harry was dressed and ready hours before I was so sat on the couch until I was finished. I quickly sprayed myself with my favourite perfume, applied some lipgloss then left the bedroom. "I'm ready!" I said with a twirl. Harry laughed "you look amazing." I smiled "and you look handsome." I said with a smile. He blushed. On our way out I quickly grabbed the white box (containing the cake) out of the fridge.

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y/username: making him take pics of me on his birthday🫣

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faithlouisak: Omg get in my bed

-> y/username: will do😉

mollymae: 😍❤️

y/nfanpage21: THE CAPTION AHHHH

user29473168: loveee this fit!!!

After I made Harry take pictures of me outside our apartment, we got an uber to the restaurant. We were obviously the first ones there and were quickly taken to a long table that had silver balloons on strings floating in the middle (as per my request). Everyone soon began arriving. First was JJ, then Ethan and Faith, followed by Freezy, Callux, Vik, Simon and Talia, Tobi, Josh and Freya and lastly Theo. Once everyone was seated we ordered our food and began chatting.

y/username just posted a new story!

Since we've been together nether me nor Harry have ever posted each other's face. But I'd took a cute picture of him at dinner so just decided to post it to my story, not before asking Harry if it was alright of course. The fans immediately started going crazy, twitter, insta, TikTok, they were all full of people talking about it. Me and Harry lay comfortably in our bed, laughing while scrolling through twitter and reading the comments of a repost of my story.

"Thank you for today." Harry whispered. I turned my head towards him "you're so welcome, I'm glad you enjoyed it." I replied. "You know what would make this birthday even better?" He said with a raised brow. I chuckled "alright then. If that's what it takes." I shrugged my shoulders at the end. Harry smirked, then grabbed my thigh and brought it over him so I was sat on his lap. "This seriously is the best birthday ever."

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Custom Golf Bags: The Perfect Gift for the Golf Enthusiast in Your Life

Golf is a sport that requires precision, technique, and patience. For those who love the game, golf is more than just a pastime – it's a passion. Whether they're a seasoned pro or just starting out, golfers know that having the right equipment is essential to playing their best game. One of the most important pieces of equipment a golfer can have been a golf bag. And for the golf enthusiast in your life, a custom golf bag can be the perfect gift.

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Embroidery: This is a great way to add a personal touch to a golf bag. You can embroider the golfer's name, initials, or a favorite saying on the bag.

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[the-really-lonely-mountain]

Along for The Ride - Part 1

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Summary: Transported to Middle Earth, you must Join Thorin Oakenshield's Company as they travel to reclaim Erebor! OR: My take on the classic 'modern girl in Middle Earth' troupe. With this first installment, we are following the first movie of The Hobbit trilogy, and falling in love with Kili on the way! Slow burn with this one y'all, nothing spicy till the next work I'm afraid.

Tags: Kili / Reader, Reader-Insert, Slow Burn, Modern Character in Middle Earth, During The Hobbit, How Do I Tag, Canon-Typical Violence, Kíli Is a Little Shit (Tolkien), wrote this while I had covid, in like 4 days lol, implied soulmates, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Freeform, Holding Hands, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Thorin Oakenshield Company Members, Dwalin & Thorin Oakenshield Friendship, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Where In Middle-Earth Is Gandalf?, Hair Braiding, Dwarf Courting, My First Tumblr Fic, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Live, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Fíli Lives (Tolkien), Kíli Lives (Tolkien)

Word Count: 6,292

A/N: I was utterly appalled by the lack of Kili writers on here and Ao3. Y'all who write for Kili, I've been eating your crumbs like it's the shit (cause it is) for weeks, but one can't be sustained on crumbs alone so I've prepared a feast!! This is the first fic I've ever wanted to post, please be gentle. Comments, Likes, and Reblogs are loved and treasured!!

Tagging the amazing Kili writers I've been living off of for the past few weeks and who have inspired me so they might share in the feast as well lol go check out their stuff too: @mikathemonster, @cowboybeepboop, @littleenglishfangirl, @ethereal-inquisitor, @sweetpeakili

Photo credit: @immawriteyouthings

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

You were having one of those days that made you want to run away from everything. Instead, you walked on the golf course behind your house after hours; no phone, no umbrella, no bag this time, just you. You had what you could fit from your hands in your jean pockets as you walked the grassy field. Something twinkled and caught your eye on the far side of the fairway, there was a sparkle in the ferns. You walked over and began looking through the underbrush. Your hand grazed a smooth stick with a mangled end that encased a gem. You picked it up hoping for a better look but were transported to another world instead!

You appeared in the new world holding the staff. You were standing beside an older fellow with a pointy hat and long grey beard. You looked around and saw many other gruff, burly-looking men sitting in an encampment. They looked as confused as you. You did the only thing you could think of doing at that moment.

You turned around and took off running as fast as you could.

The wizard whose staff you were running away with asked the younger dwarves in his company to fetch you for him. They ran after you as quick as the wind. You dodged trees and hurdled bushes, making an all-around great effort. You were slowing down though. You stopped for a moment to catch your breath and plan. A twig snapped in the distance; quick footsteps closed in on you. You took off again. You needed a place to hide, a moment to think for God's sake. You were afforded no such luxuries. They were gaining, you were tiring. In your drained haste, you tripped on a bush which sent you stumbling and struggling to regain your footing given your momentum. You finally fell and scampered to take cover behind the roots of a great tree. Their footfalls grew slower and drew nearer. They were so close you could hear their words now.

“…She’s hiding, Fili,” one said much closer than you expected them to be.

You tried your best to steady your breathing. Your heartbeat was so loud you knew they could hear it.

“Stop scaring her Kili,” The other chastised. “You know she’s got to be scared half to death”. He walked past you, studying the ground. The other came up the other side of the tree doing the same.

You gripped the staff preparing yourself to be found. They turned in unison following the same tracks and looked up at you simultaneously. They were both panting but not as hard as you. Fili, the elder and more experienced of the two knelt where he stood a few yards from your curled trembling form.

“My name is Fili” He put his hand on his chest and motioned to the man next to him, “This is my brother Kili. We mean no harm to you.” He kept his distance and showed his empty hands. You stayed firmly pressed against the tree trunk, your chest heaving rapidly and your eyes as large as saucers. They could have tackled you, beaten you, or done any number of terrible violating things, but they kept their distance and spoke softly.

“What’s your name?” Kili asked, with a charming smile as he crouched beside his brother.

“Y/N,” you said in a shaky freaked-out tone.

“Y/N, that’s our friend wizard’s staff,” Fili said, “If anyone can figure out how you got here, he can.”

“But you gotta come back to camp with us,” Kili said reaching out his hand as a peace offering. So many horrible things could happen to you in the wild of this new world, but even more on top of that could if you didn’t go with them.

“How can I trust you?” You asked them. They looked at each other.

“How can we trust you?” Kili threw back at you with a suspicious look and recoiled his hand.

“Touche” you nodded returning his look.

“Seems we are at an impasse then,” Fili huffed at his brother, “You want to get home, and our wizard can do that. The only way that can happen is if you come with us back to our camp. We can only offer you our word and promise on our honor as dwarven princes that you will not be harmed by any in our company.”

You thought for a moment and nibbled at your lip, “You promise?” you looked up at Kili this time.

Kili looked you deep in the eyes, and very seriously said: “No harm will ever come to you, on my honor as a prince.”

You nodded at this, “Very well”, and tried to stand up but were stuck against the tree. The 2 men easily lifted you back to your feet. You followed them back to the camp.

You tried your best to hide behind Kili as you approached the wizard smoking a pipe. You peeked from around his shoulder at the other men in the camp. They were looking at you.

“Please sit, my dear,” The wizard said to you, motioning to the rest of the long log beside him “We have much to discuss.”

Your legs wouldn’t move you from behind the dwarf. You were still quite afraid.

“She seems to have taken a liking to you Kili,” the wizard said to him. The rest of the company let out a soft chuckle of agreement. You couldn’t see it from your angle, but Kili smiled and nodded.

“Sit down child, we aren’t going to hurt you,” One of the dwarves sitting across the fire said. You took a deep breath to gather your courage. One false move by any of the others would have you bolting again.

You moved from behind Kili and sat beside the wizard still clutching the staff.

“May I take that from you?” the wizard politely asked. You handed it to him. He explained how this type of thing had happened to a couple of his wizard friends before, but he didn’t know the remedy or spell to undo it or how to prevent it from happening again. You sat quietly listening and nodding. He explained to you and the rest of the company that he was leaving to travel to his friend and inquire about your predicament. In the meantime, he convinced the company and its leader, Thorin you came to know, to keep you in the company as an innocent bystander to help around the camp and whatnot till Gandalf (the wizard) could figure out what to do with you. Gandalf gave you a small sack of coins, instructing you to get a bag, a bedroll, clothes, and any other necessities you’ll need at the next town.

As the fire died down so did the company. They got out their bedrolls and sleeping gear like a synchronized unit and as quickly as they started, they were all asleep snoring softly. Kili had first watch and was sitting on the ground next to you leaning against the log you were on. You slid onto the ground next to him curled with your knees to your chest. He looked over at you. You looked over at him.

“I don’t know what to do now,” you said not hiding the waver in your voice very well, “I’m so scared.” You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You cried into your hands as quietly as possible, so you didn’t disturb and anger the others. If you had looked at Kili, you would have seen him in a slight panic and at a loss for what to do, he didn’t know how to console crying women. You sobbed into your hands knowing you just needed to let it all out then you’d be fine. Kili looked at the fire and put his hand on your back. Physical contact of any kind back home was next to nonexistent, it felt nice to know he was trying his best to comfort you. After a few minutes of uncontrollable sobbing and hiccups wracking through you, you began calming down. When you were able to breathe properly, you wiped your face even though tears kept falling. You sniffled and rested your chin on your knees letting the tears fall silently now.

“Do you feel better?” Kili guessed in a soft tone and rubbed his hand on your back.

You nodded at him, “Yes” You took a deep breath and wiped the tears from your eyes as best you could, “Thank you” You looked at him and smiled a little. He smiled and nodded too, still concerned but returned his hand to his lap. You sniffled and looked at the fire.

“Really though I don’t know what I’m doing,” you said. “I’ve never been camping before,” you paused to think. “I don’t know how to fight or use a sword or make a fire or hunt or-or—” You were working yourself up and starting to cry again. Kili cut you off before you could start sobbing hysterically again.

“WOAH! Woah!!” alarmed, he put his hand on your back again, “It’s ok. Calm down.” he said harshly, “Take a deep breath, that seemed to help last time,” He mumbled the last part under his breath. That made you smile despite yourself.

“You don’t know how to console someone, do you?” You took a deep breath and wiped your eyes. He shook his head and took his hand from you. “Seems we’re both out of our depth then,” you said making the mood a bit lighter.

“In my defense, I was raised in a pack of manly men,” He smiled fondly “It’s a wonder my mother got through to me at all.”

“So, you do have a mother,” you said, making him look at you quizzically “I assumed you were raised by wolves,” You shrugged. He laughed and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re not completely wrong about that,” He smiled, looking over at the men across the fire. There was a momentary silence. “We’ll teach you those things, how to fight, how to make a fire, all that,” He looked over at you, “I mean who knows how long Gandalf will be, and you’d have to be pretty stupid not to pick up a thing or two even from this bunch.” You smiled and nodded; this calmed your nerves a little. A moment of silence fell between you again.

“Is it ok if I stay up with you?” you innocently asked, “I’m not very tired.”

“Sure,” he said casually, “May I ask about your life back in your world?”

“OK,” You nodded.

“What do you do?” he asked, you gave him a weird look. “Like for a living, how do you make money, how do you spend your days?”

“I’m a student at university at the moment.” He looked at you confused this time. “I spend my days studying at a desk, it’s boring and dull” You quickly summed up.

“Ooohh,” He said, “No wonder you couldn’t run for shit,” He laughed.

You scoffed, “So rude,” You huffed, failing to hide your smile. He was glad you were cheering up a bit.

“If it’s so boring and dull, why don’t you do something else?” He asked, naive to your world and its ways.

“It’s…complicated” you sighed “I have to study to do what I want to do for work even though I don’t want to work or study or do any of that, but I have to make money somehow because I need money to do stuff and buy things because the world I live in is shitty that way and it’s so frustrating sometimes,” you gritted your teeth to make your point.

“Well, what do you want to do then?” he asked, trying to understand your strange world.

“Sit on the beach,” You said without hesitation “…Listen to the waves…sleep on a blanket in the sun,” you sighed wistfully. “Die happy and rich.”

“That does sound nice” He agreed “I’ve never seen a tropical ocean before, the seas near the Blue Mountains are all frozen over.”

“Surely there’s a beach somewhere in this world,” You refused to believe the universe sent you to a world without a beach.

“There is! I’ve heard stories of Southern Gondor, where the sun makes the sand hotter than forges, and the water falls over the horizon in every direction.”

“That sounds like the beaches from back home,” You felt a little bad for him. You’d been practically raised at the beach because it was the only free thing to do in your hometown.

“May I ask a question?” you asked this time.

“Of course,” He shifted to lean against the log and face you.

“What are you guys doing?” you gestured to the camp around you.

“We are on a quest!” He said proudly, “A quest to take back our ancestral home from the dread dragon Smaug,” he said in a sinister voice. He explained about Erebor and the dragon and Thorin to catch you up. You listened, nodded, and took it all in, asking questions and giggling at his jokes. He was a decent storyteller.

“And I’m just along for the ride I guess,” you said deflated about your role in all this.

“If it’s any consolation, you’re quite good company,” He indulged; Kili always got so lonely on watch.

“Yay!” you said over a yawn, “I’d hate to bore any of you,” you replied, genuinely fearing your stories may never measure up to theirs. You leaned over and laid on the soft grass, curled in a ball with your arm as a pillow. You tried not to shiver from the cool evening breeze. You heard some shuffling of fabric, and then a blanket fluttered on top of you. You looked at Kili who smiled and said: “I’m quite the furnace at night, I’ll be fine without it,” he reassured.

“Thank you,” you said over another yawn. You didn’t expect to fall asleep but the next thing you knew it was early morning and you were awoken by the clanging of pots and spoons. You sat up and looked around to get your bearings.

‘Still in the same strange world’ you thought not fully awake. Kili appeared, greeted you good morning, and handed you a bowl of white goo he called porridge. You thanked him and ate your breakfast in silence like the rest of the company. While the men packed up the camp you were tasked with washing the dishes in a nearby stream. You were struck by the beauty of the incredible woods around you even in the dim morning light. You returned to camp and put the dishes in their bag, which was taken by one of your new companions. You felt out of place without a task among everyone who knew what to do. Balin saw you standing in the middle of the camp looking lost. He asked Thorin what they were to do about their lack of an extra pony for you. They decided you could ride with Kili seeing as he was the lightest (next to Bilbo) and his pony could take the weight and because you seemed the most comfortable with him. The old dwarf with a white-grey beard curled up at the ends approached you with as much of a nonthreatening air as he could muster.

“Good morning, my dear!” He greeted you with a chipper smile. “My name is Balin”

“Good morning,” you replied. “I don't quite know what I’m to be doing,” you said sheepishly.

“That’s ok lass, it’ll come with time,” he reassured, “For now, you’ll ride with Kili so you can see if he needs help getting ready.”

“Ok,” You nodded and started walking in Kili’s direction. You stopped in front of his pony and petted its nose and down its neck. “I’ve been told that I’m to ride with you,” you said timidly looking at him adjust his saddle. Kili looked at you and nodded.

“I’ll be happy to have a lovely conversation again” He smiled and looked back at his saddle, making the final arrangements.

He turned to you and said, “I’ll give you a leg up,” And jabbed a thumb at his pony. You nodded and approached the animal. You put your hands on the ponies back and bent your leg waiting for him to help. He leaned forward so he could whisper in your ear: “Wrong leg”. You blushed quite profusely at that and switched legs. He heaved you with such strength he nearly threw you over the other side of the pony. You made yourself comfortable behind the saddle before he hooked his foot in the stirrup and carefully mounted so he didn’t knock you off.

“You ok?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Yep!” you smiled. He nodded. You were excited to see new lands even though you feared what they harbored.

“If you need to hold on to me when we get going you can,” he said, making you both blush despite yourselves.

A few moments later Thorin called out: “Company ready?” in a deep booming voice, “Aye!” They all replied in unison. “Company, move out!” He bellowed and urged his pony forward. The rest followed behind him one by one. When your animal lurched forward you grabbed Kili's waist for dear life. The company was silent till they got to the end of the forest. You had your cheek pressed against Kili’s shoulder and your chest against his back. The fur of his coat was very soft against your face as you turned your head to look over his other shoulder. You yawned but didn’t realize you did it right next to his ear and breathed down his neck. He determinedly kept his eyes on the pony ahead of him to keep the blush rising in his chest at bay.

“You can take a nap if you need to,” he said over his shoulder in a soft voice for only you to hear.

“That sounds like a good idea,” You yawned again. You buried your face in the soft spare fabric of the hood on his back and cuddled closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder. You closed your eyes and sleep swiftly took you. He knew this because he could feel your breathing slow on the back of his neck. He was happy you could sleep and couldn’t help his smile. You shifted now and then, turning your head one way then a while later turning it the other. Kili tried not to talk or move too much in fear of waking your delicate slumber. By midday, you felt very well rested. You took a deep breath and released your grasp on Kili to stretch your arms above your head, arching your back to wake yourself up. You quickly slipped your arms around him again, so you didn’t fall.

“Good morning!” He chirped, “Well afternoon really,” he corrected with a smile, “Sleep well?”

“Mhm,” You hummed against his shoulder “I haven’t slept that well in a long time,” you said thinking back on the restless weeks before your arrival in Middle Earth.

“Good,” He nodded. “Happy I could be of service.”

“Yes, you make quite the comfortable bed,” you replied.

An easy silence settled between you for a while. You contentedly watched the landscape pass by while he kept the pony on the path.

“What’s a good weapon for a beginner?” You asked knowing you needed to start wrapping your head around the fact that you could be stuck here forever and needed to protect yourself. He thought about that for a few moments.

“I’d have to say a bow,” He shrugged, “I don’t know honestly, lemme ask Fili,” he kicked up his pony to walk faster to be next to his brother. “What is the best weapon for a beginner?” He asked him. Fili glanced at you and thought for a moment.

“Hmm I think a sword would be easiest,” He replied, contradicting his brother.

“A sword?!” Kili said incredulously “No that’s one of the harder ones,” He swatted his hand as if to swipe the words from the air.

Fili scoffed “For you maybe,” he said barely keeping his teasing smile under control “But not to the rest of us, my weapon-challenged brother.” That made you giggle. Kili huffed and pulled his horse back, so he wasn’t beside his brother anymore.

“Are you that bad with a sword?” you asked, trying not to laugh too much.

“No!” he exclaimed, “I’m just better with a bow and arrows,” he pouted.

‘Awe he’s so cute when he pouts’ Your thought took you by surprise.

“Perhaps you can teach me, Archer,” Your voice was lower than you intended, making you both blush. Your breath ghosted over his ear making him shiver just a little. He turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, his face so close to yours. He looked at your lips then deep into your eyes holding eye contact.

“Maybe I will,” he said in a deep gruff whisper that made you gasp and goosebumps rush over your skin. He turned back and smiled; proud he could get a rise out of you. You huffed and distanced yourself from him by leaning back, needing the space to calm down.

As night drew closer, Thorin led the company to the edge of a forest and found a shallow cave, more like a cliff overhang to make camp for the night. He told Fili and Kili to take care of the ponies and Oin and Gloin to make the fire. After the meals had been handed out Thorin told you to take Fili and Kili a bowl. You walked through the forest and found them looking at a downed tree in panicked awe.

“Something took 4 of the ponies,” Fili said to you, hoping you’d have the answer to their predicament.

“Yes, and…” you nodded at them trying not to panic yourself “What are you going to do about it since it’s your problem?”

The brothers decided to see what took the ponies and if they could handle it themselves, no need to worry Thorin, right? You followed them as they tracked the pony-nappers. Kili hid behind a tree and peeked around, you hid behind him and peeked over his shoulder. 3 large trolls were something to worry about, and a sight that made that dreadful feeling drop from your chest into your stomach. Your grip on Kili’s coat tightened.

He turned to you and said in barely a whisper, “Go back to camp and tell Thorin”.

Fili was immediately against it, huffing and puffing from behind his tree. Kili shrugged and motioned with hands as if to say, ‘What else would you have us do?!’ Fili huffed again and snuck around the tree. He tried to cut the rope fence with his sword, but he took too long. The trolls caught him. They were deciding ways to eat him when Kili looked at you in alarm and told you to go back to camp. You ran as fast as you could.

“Ponies! Big grey troll things took the ponies!” You said out of breath pointing the way you just came “Fili…in…danger”. Thorin cursed in dwarfish and rallied the company. Balin told you to keep your distance, so you didn’t get caught in the fight.

The dwarves fought bravely but were captured. Bilbo bid for more time while you thought of a plan. You heard the trolls complain about daylight coming and that gave you an idea. You saw the trolls had made camp in the shade cast by a large boulder. You wedged a branch under the rock and used the leverage to try to roll it. It was very heavy, and you were not. It took everything in your power to push the branch to roll the boulder down the ditch edge it rested on. The trolls were washed in sunlight, turning them to stone and freeing the company. They cheered when you stepped over the branch and into the clearing. You helped them from their confines and smiled and blushed when they praised your good job.

Back at camp the company gathered their things and discussed what to do now. Fili suddenly hushed the company.

“Warg howls in the distance,” He whispered to Thorin “They are coming!”

“RUN!” Thorin yelled at the company. Following Thorin everyone started running. You all ran as fast as you could onto a hilly plane sprinkled with trees and boulders. You ran and ran till the Wargs finally caught up. They began to encircle you. The company fought the beasts, taking them down as still more came at them. You went to hide behind the rock formation but fell into it instead. You climbed out as the Wargs were closing in.

“Down here!” you called “There’s a passage this way!” you slid down to make room for the others. Thorin was the last one, as he slid down a horn was blown near the entrance to the passage.

“I can’t see where it leads, do we follow?” One of the dwarves asked.

“Yes! We follow!” Thorin barged through the dwarves and led the company through the narrow pass. You all walked for a few minutes, but then Thorin rounded a corner and slowed as he realized where he’d unwittingly led the company. The rest kept walking around him, but Bilbo stopped and said in admiration: “Rivendell”. You stopped as well to take in the view before you. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. A small town on the side of a mountain with water flowing from beneath some of the glittering structures.

As Thorin led the company over a bridge, you grabbed Kili’s arm to steady yourself as you looked around and took in the ornate statues and architecture of the front steps of a large building. A man much taller than you or the dwarves approached the group.

“We would like to speak to Lord Elrond,” Thorin said through gritted teeth. He was swallowing his pride for the betterment of the quest, that much was clear through his clenched fists and tense shoulders.

“Lord Elrond isn’t here,” The elf said regretfully.

“Then where is he?” Thorin’s patience was growing thin. A horn was sounded on the other side of the bridge you’d just crossed. Everyone turned to see a group of horses galloping towards them. The dwarves began shouting in dwarfish and closing ranks with their weapons ready for battle. You were pushed into the very center of the circle as tall horses and riders circled you. They stopped suddenly and the one on a black horse dismounted.

“My Lord Elrond,” The elf who first approached you said with a bow.

“Lindir” Elrond bowed his head at him then turned to the leader of your group, “Welcome Thorin son of Thrain,” He looked over the dwarf “You have your grandfather's bearings.”

“I’m afraid I know you only from the stories my grandfather told me,” Thorin was doing his best to be polite. (You were later informed that the stories were mostly about him being a ninny.)

“I’d like to offer you and your company a taste of our elfish hospitality,” Elrond said with a warm smile.

“Does that mean we’ll eat?!” Bombur called from the back. The company chuckled at him.

“Yes Bombur, that means we’ll eat” Dori replied. The company cheered at the prospect of a full belly and a warm hearth.

Not long after, you were sat next to Bilbo and Kili at a large table. The salad appetizers were very good despite the dwarves not liking green food very much. You giggled at their jokes about how bad the music was or how they wanted chips and meat. Thorin was sat at another table across from Elrond discussing something you couldn’t hear, but you could tell it pained Thorin to be in the other man's presence.

You turned to Kili beside you. “Thorin looks constipated,” you said in a low voice barely containing your laughter “He can’t even pretend to be enjoying this”. Kili looked over at his uncle and laughed with you.

When the meals were served there was boisterous laughter and general dwarfish shenanigans, the usual at any merry dwarfish gathering. Bilbo looked like he was having PTSD from when they were doing the same at his house at the beginning of the quest. At the end of the meal, Thorin and Balin disappeared with Elrond to discuss a map. You asked Kili if he would escort you to the markets with as much innocent girlish need as you could muster to solidify your security. He agreed and walked with you through the corridors and to the market. He helped you get a fair price on a bag, a blanket, and a bedroll. The next thing you needed was clothes to blend in.

“What do the women around here wear exactly?” You asked him. He shrugged.

“It depends, I guess” He had his hands shoved in his pockets as he followed you around the clothing stalls like a puppy.

“Gee, that’s a big help.” You teased.

After some more wandering you found a stall selling clothes that looked your size. You purchased a dark blue form-fitting tunic that stopped above your knees and had slits on the sides that went up to your hips. It paired very nicely with the brown pants and brown coat with dark blue highlights you bought as well. Kili helped barter with the merchants since you didn’t know the fair price of things here. In another section of the market, you bought spools of black, blue, and pink thread. You put your belongings in your new bag.

“Are we done?” Kili asked, sounding slightly annoyed. He was ready to go back to the others and be away from so many elves. You sighed and rolled your eyes playfully and nodded. He led you through the busy crowded markets by holding your hand. You were thankful he was in front of you so he couldn’t see your blush. You made it back to the group, who had set up camp in a courtyard garden at the end of a hallway. Just as you arrived two female and two male elves came down the hallway.

One of the males stepped forward, “The bathhouse is ready for you now” he said to the group.

“Bath?! We don’t need no stinkin’ bath!” Exclaimed a dwarf from behind the fire. The rest heartily agreed, not ready to drop their pants on elvish soil it seemed.

“I’d like a bath” you timidly said, not wanting to make a fuss but very much wanting to be clean.

“Very good mistress dwarf, if you’ll follow us,” one of the female elves said. You were tense as you followed the four elves down the corridor, not sure what you were doing.

“You best go with her lad,” Dori said to Kili, “You never know what an elf might try to pull.” He glared at the back of the elves as they walked away. Kili nodded and ran after you.

“Y/N!” He called making you and the elves stop.

“Oh, change your mind, Kili?” You asked with an innocent smile, happy to have his company.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He smiled too.

You were led to a large door that opened into a covered hot spring that flowed over the balcony to create an assumably gorgeous waterfall. Columns lined the outer edge of the room which was split down the middle by a cloth partition. The male elves walked to one side of the divider with Kili in tow, while the females walked to the other. The elves asked that you wash under the heated shower of water off to the side before entering the hot springs. They left you to your own devices.

“I’ve never seen anything like this have you?” You asked Kili across the large room.

“No” He smiled at the wonder in your voice from seeing new things and making discoveries. He thought it was very cute.

You placed your bag and new clothes on the vanity in the corner. You undressed and stepped under the warm shower. You used the bar of soap you found to wash your hair and body. It was the best-smelling soap you’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

“Hey, Kee?” You hollered.

“Yeah?” He yelled back.

“Do you plan on keeping your soap?”

“No…Why?”

“I’ll take it then. I’ll need extra anyway,” And you were so happy you did. That soap made your hair silky smooth and stronger than ever. You rinsed the suds away then stepped into the hot springs.

It felt luxurious. You couldn’t help but moan a little as the heat pulled every knot and tense muscle from you. Relaxed, you floated in the steamy water.

“You still there Kili?” you asked suddenly nervous he’d left you.

“Yeah, I’m here” He replied, “We shouldn’t take too much longer though, Thorin could be back any minute and who knows what kind of a mood he’ll be in.”

That made you enjoy the bath a little faster. Not long after you began drying off and getting dressed. You took the hairbrush and beads and other miscellaneous hair trinkets that were on the vanity. You looked in the mirror at your new outfit. It fit as you thought, though a little snugger in some places than others, hugging your curves to allow for movement yet still baggy for breathability and insulation. Overall, a nice ensemble.

“Ready Y/N?” Kili asked from across the partition.

“Yeah, you can come over, I’m just packing my things.” You replied, folding your old clothes, and putting them in your bag with the rest of your things.

“Here’s the soap” He handed it to you.

“Thanks!” You smiled at him; you simply wrote his flushed cheeks off to the hot water. When you stood, he was able to get a much better look at you in your new clothes.

“A perfect fit I see” He smiled, looking you up and down. He couldn’t help but imagine what you’d look like wearing nothing but his tunic. A line of thought he blushed at and quickly willed away.

“Does it look alright? I don’t know how it’s supposed to fit” You fussed with the hems and the folds trying to make them lay better. He grabbed your hand to make you stop fidgeting.

“You look great,” he said with a genuine smile. You smiled and nodded your appreciation.

You walked back to camp, making moneyless bets on what mood Thorin would be in when he returned.

As you approached Fili saw you in your new outfit and said, “Well look at this…” Making the rest of the company look at you too, “Our wee lass looks like a bona fide middle earther now!” They cheered at your near-complete indoctrination.

“Now she just needs to learn how to fight like one.” Bofur quipped from beside the fire.

“Then I wouldn’t need any of you to protect me!” You put the back of your hand to your forehead feigning a damsel in distress, making the company laugh. You sat on the ground beside the long chair Kili was now examining his weapons in and leaned against it. You held out a stone fish figurine to him.

“As a thank you for helping me” you cleared your throat “…And for being my friend.” You couldn’t meet his eyes, but you knew he was smiling a little around his reed pipe. He took it from your open hands. You know it wasn’t much but it’s all you could offer.

“Maybe one day you can return it to the ocean,” you said, referring to your previous conversation.

“Maybe I will,” he smiled down at you with genuine fondness.

“Bombur!” Bofur called before throwing a sausage to his cousin. The table, which took skilled elfin craftsman months, even years to craft and carve out of solid wood, collapsed under the massive weight of Bombur. Everyone erupted in laughter, it was nice to be part of the group and share in the merriment.

~~

Thorin stopped Balin on their way back to the camp, “We should leave her here,” He said, “She is a liability.”

Balin had a terrible sinking feeling in his round tummy when he thought of splitting you up.

“So what if she is, Thorin?” Balin said near pleading. “Have you ever seen your nephew that happy or open with a girl that quick before? I’ve never seen the lad so engaged in a conversation that didn’t have to do with weapons before last night. So what if she dies on our quest, at least we gave them a chance to happen, and if fate finds their pairing favorable it will all work out!” Balin was desperate to keep you and the young prince together if only to keep the sinking feeling at bay.

Thorin huffed, “Very well, but her blood is not on my hands,” He walked away and into the camp.

~~

Thorin and Balin returned, and the tone became slightly more serious—slightly. The company settled and laid their bedrolls in the grassy parts of the garden. You laid yours out as well and prepped for sleep by removing your shoes and coat. The night was warm enough that your blanket would suffice. You looked up at the stars wondering if any of the constellations were the same as back home. You cuddled your coat to your chest relishing the feel of the soft fabric. The low conversation between Fili and Kili, while they sat on watch across the fire, lulled you to sleep.

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

[houseofperfecttaste]

Surprisex2

It was Rafe Cameron's birthday, the kook prince, the boy who had everything. You had bought him the new PS5 since it just came out, with two controllers, and you made him a custom one with your nudes on it. You also bought him gift cards to his favorite place and a signed golf ball from his favorite golfer. And this morning you added one more present to the list.......a baby. You sat on the bathroom floor holding the positive pregnancy test in your hand a small smile breaking onto your face. Luckily, you and Rafe talked about kids the other day and how you both want two. You guys have been together for 8 years and both of you are 24 now and ready. Rose had also been asking about grandchildren.

You were so excited to surprise him and he was out for breakfast with Topper and Kelce so you took the opportunity to go out and buy baby clothes and an 'I love my daddy' onesie. You arrived home quickly placing the clothes in a bag covering it with tissue paper and placing the pregnancy test in a card putting it in an envelope taping it to the bag. You placed it with his other gifts then you heard the house door close signaling he was home.

"Baby!" He cheered jogging up the stairs and opening the door to your shared bedroom smiling at your figure on the bed. "Happy birthday sweetie." You got up walking over to him wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his lips. "Thank you, baby." He placed his hands on your ass pulling you closer and making you giggle. "How was breakfast with Top and Kelce?" You kissed his jaw and he tilted his head up letting you kiss down his neck. "Hm it was good missed my girlfriend though." He smiled his hands resting on your hips.

"I missed my boyfriend too." You kissed his lips playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. "Y'know what I was thinking?" He asked twirling a piece of your hair around his finger. You hummed tilting your head to the side and looking up at him. "I wanna make you my wife." He whispered leaning down to kiss your lips softly making you smile into the kiss. "I want you to be my husband." Your hands were running through his hair admiring all of his features. "I love you, Mrs. Cameron." He teased pecking your nose. "I love you more Mr. Cameron." You watched as he took his shoes off and laid in bed with his arms open. "Come give the birthday boy cuddles."

You jumped into bed next to him cuddling up next to him wrapping your arm around his torso as one of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other playing with your hair. "How many people are coming over later?" "About 30." He groaned turning to face you and pulling you into his chest resulting in your nose pressed against his chest not being able to breathe. You pulled away slightly rubbing his back. "I know baby but it'll be fun and I promise it'll the best birthday." "If it's not you owe me." He teased pinching your waist playfully. "Deal."

After a few minutes he fell asleep and you squirmed out of his tight grasp decorating the house for the party and baking about 70 cupcakes. It took you an hour and a half to decorate the house and you put your apron on before gathering all the ingredients for the cupcakes. While you were mixing the frosting you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and a head placed on your shoulder. "What can I do to help?" "Nothing love, there's a golf tournament on go watch it." You smiled up at him it was his birthday you weren't going to let him do anything. "Oooooo can I lick the bowl?" He picked up the bowl containing leftover cupcake batter and you giggled at his childish behavior nodding. "Of course Rafey."

A few hours later people started arriving at your house for the party and you and Rafe were currently cornered in your kitchen stuck in a conversation with Rose. "So you two have been together a long time, when can I be expecting an engagement or baby?" She took a sip of her margarita and you and Rafe looked at each other neither of you knowing what to say. "Soon," Rafe smirked making you look at him questionably.

Once everyone left you and Rafe were sitting on your back porch your legs draped over his as his hand rubbed your thigh and you guys were talking about the party and everything people said or did. “This was the best birthday thank you baby.” He kissed your cheek and you smirked knowing it wasn’t over. “I have one more surprise for you.” You giddily jumped up going upstairs to retrieve the bag with the big surprise in it. You walked back outside looking down into the bag to make sure everything was all good. “Happy” You started dropping the bag when you looked up.

“Oh my god,” You gasped hands flying to cover your mouth as you saw Rafe on one knee in front of you an opened box in his hand with the most beautiful diamond ring. “Y/N Y/L/N I love you with my whole heart I knew you were the one since we were 16. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you marry me?” “Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cried kneeling in front of him grabbing his face and kissing him passionately both of you pulling away tears down both of your faces. He slipped the ring onto your finger kissing you again before grabbing your hands and standing up. “It’s beautiful Rafe, absolutely gorgeous." Your hand was extended in front of you your eyes fixated on the ring as you watched it shine.

"I'm glad you love it." He wrapped his arms around you from behind massaging your hips and kissing your neck.

"I love you." You tilted your head to the side giving his more access as your hand reached behind you to play with his hair.

"I love you more." He wiped the tears from your eyes kissing your cheeks. "Alright open your gift baby. Do the envelope first!" You cheered handing him the bag and he sat down on the patio chair pulling you down to sit on his leg. He took the envelope off the bag taking the card out and his eyes widened when seeing what was inside. "You're pregnant?" He looked at you with a dopey grin on his face as you nodded happily. "You're pregnant!" He exclaimed grabbing your face and bringing you in for a kiss and you felt tears hit your nose. You pulled away to see tears falling from his eyes placing his hand on your belly.

"You're gonna be a daddy."

"You're gonna be a mommy." He got on his knees lifting your shirt and placing kisses all over your stomach. "Hi, baby I'm your daddy. I love you so much already." He whispered making you giggle and smile knowing he was going to be the best father in the world.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Bagginshield Drabbles and Collections

FOLLOWER EVENTS

Bagginshield Trope Bingo

Blacksmith Thorin- Thorin is happy to finally return to the Shire, but finds that tragedy struck his favorite hobbit in his absence.

Reshirement- Bilbo gets increasingly irritated with his relatives as he prepares for his 111th birthday, and Thorin is convinced they are ready for one more adventure.

Second Chances- Thorin awakens in Afghanistan suddenly remembering his past life and how much Bilbo meant to him only to learn Bilbo is a prisoner of war.

30+3

Paranoid, book, uncle- Frodo reads Bilbo's book and becomes paranoid that Uncle Thorin won't return.

Winter, letter, revealing- Worried about the fact that Bilbo still hasn't awoke after the battle, Thorin writes to Gandalf for answers. (Incomplete)

All About Bilbo from the POV of...

Balin- Bilbo is described by a friend on how he makes an ideal consort for Thorin.

Bofur- Bilbo is described by someone who loves him, but Bilbo is in love with someone else. (Unrequited Boffins)

Thorin- Bilbo is described by his first date as Thorin and Bilbo become frustrated with each other until it finally is released.

99 Problems But Our Love Ain't One

A Family Dinner Gone Awry- Prompt #11: Bilbo and Thorin discover the nature of some of the Company's bets

Do You Play Golf, King of the Goblins?- Prompt #17: The Goblins recognize Bilbo as a Took.

The Promise of After- Prompt #24: Bilbo's cold flares up in Laketown.

An Ill-Timed Giggle- Prompt #26: Bilbo laughed during sex once and now Thorin is paranoid. (NSFW)

Living the Hobbit Way- Prompt #29: Bilbo and Thorin have a fight over tea, and Prompt #82: Thorin finds some questionable objects in Bag End and needs to ask Bilbo what they are for. (NSFW)

Every Wedding Has a Few Disasters- Prompt #34: Every wedding has something that goes wrong. Bilbo and Thorin's was no exception as one of the grooms goes missing.

A Lesson Carved in Stone- Prompt #44: Fili and Kili have gotten in trouble by finding Mahal's Anvil.

No Small Amount of Courage- Prompt #53: The goldsickness (has believe to have) made an appearance in other dwarves in the mountain.

Nori Needs a Burglar- Prompt #64: Being a sneaky, former burglar, Nori needs Bilbo to pull some spy work for him.

The Love of Mahal's Children- Prompt #73: A previous admirer of Bilbo's returns.

A Golden Nightmare- Prompt 99: Bofur leaves for a few weeks/months and when they come back they act...possessed.

SOS

Behind the Money- Tea Shop AU; Bilbo is left a surprisingly large tip by his customer crush.

And Watch Them Grow- Post-BOTFA AU; Thorin leaves Bilbo unconscious on the mountain to get help, but doesn't get far before passing out himself.

Dwalin Guards Thorin's Heart- Bodyguard Dwalin; Thorin asks Dwalin to guard Bilbo; he didn't realize how much trouble that was going to be

Learning What It Means to Be You- Bodyswap AU; Bilbo and Thorin have somehow switched bodies, and discover some things about each other in the process

My Love is a Language for You to Interpret- Interpreter AU; Bilbo has been Thorin's interpreter for years and gets jealous when he goes on a "date".

FELLOWSHIP OF THE FICS EVENTS/PROMPTS

Wednesday/Weekend Word Plays

Alphabet Game- Child Bilbo meets child Thorin, Frerin, and Dis as they decide to explore the Shire together.

Inspired By- Fanfic of @lordoftherazzles fic Bookbinder//Songwriter. (NSFW)

Switch It Up- The emotional scene of A Future Bright as Snow changed to an ice skating AU.

Switch POV- Excerpt from Chapter 1 of Guardian of Kings from Thorin's POV.

They were roommates...- Thorin gets jealous of 'friends-with-benefits' Bilbo/Bofur.

What If?- What if Bilbo had been transformed into an old hobbit instead of a baby hobbit in Rivendell?

Sweet & Spicy Bingo

Soulmates- Being born mute, Bilbo has trouble letting his soulmate know that it's his voice he hears.

Toys- Bilbo has a dream where Thorin is taking him down to a dungeon below Erebor to have some fun. (NSFW)

Webcam- Bilbo is in the middle of filming for his cooking show when Thorin surprises him for 'other' activities, neither realizing he's live...(NSFW)

March Madness

Bonding in the Forge- For the prompt "are you aware that it's actually ON FIRE?", Dis takes Bilbo into the forge to teach him to smith per dwarven courting traditions.

A Form of Flattery- For the prompt "I left you alone for two minutes", Fili, Kili, and Bilbo are in charge of hunting for the evening...so they make a rabbit trap.

Modern May Mash-Ups

Road Trip + Professor/Teacher + “Don’t you remember? We used to do that in school all the time.”

Fake Date + Chef + “Are you in trouble?”

Drunk/Night Out + Driving Instructor + "Maybe you need to focus more on your life and less on mine!"

Raising a Child + Pickpocket + “Am I under arrest, or not?”

Band + Carpenter + “Well? What happened? I want all the details!”

Summer Stories

Take Me Out to the Ball Park- Bilbo and Thorin are harassed by a group of trolls at the game, but they get what they deserve.

Fictober

Blood Moon- Bilbo's transformation seems to be effecting him differently during the blood moon (A Mother's Curse ficlet)

Superstitions- Madoc and Durin have made some major superstitious faux pas' in each other's cultures. (Soul Traitor ficlet)

OTHER GAMES/CHALLENGES

Hugs & Kisses

Sickly Cuddles- Thorin hugs Bilbo close while he suffers from a cold.

Sleepy Words- Bilbo wakes Thorin up to an onslaught of sweet words.

Holding Hands at Beorn's- Dwalin gives Thorin the nudge needed to talk to Bilbo and hold his hand.

Worried Kisses- Thorin comes home thinking his hobbit would be angry and instead gets kissed.

Touch Asks

Feeling for Each Other in the Dark- After being trapped in a cave-in, Bilbo learns that Thorin's vision might not be as good as it used to be.

Piggy Back Hugs- Bilbo is having the worst hangover of his life, but that might change when he sees Thorin's text that morning.

Trick or Treat

Sword Fight (Treat)- After Azog and the Carrock, Thorin feels he needs to teach Bilbo to fight.

Cavern Oasis (Treat)- Thorin leads Bilbo down below Erebor where he has a surprise for him.

Thorin's First Flight (Treat)- Inspired by How to Train Your Dragon, Bilbo and Smaug take Thorin for a flight.

Flower Crowns (Treat)- Bilbo decides to go for it and gift Thorin his flower crown.

Picnics and Laughter (Treat)- Bilbo and Thorin enjoy a nice picnic together on the mountainside.

Try It? (Treat)- Bilbo makes some tasty treats with the freshly picked blueberries, but Thorin may be hesitant to try it.

Bed Play Too Far (Trick)- Bilbo and Thorin are playing bedroom games and Bilbo pushes just a little too far. (NSFW)

It Was Only a Dream (Trick)- Bilbo thinks Thorin is forcing him to leave Erebor, only to wake up and discover the reality is worse.

Driving Me Crazy (Treat)- Thorin casually picks Bilbo up around the forge and it starts to stir something inside him. (NSFW)

No Escape from the Dragon (Trick)- Bilbo is running for his life as he is chased by the dragon with the face of a loved one.

Tropetember

I Didn't Know I Loved You- Bilbo and Thorin have secret alter egos- they’re both in love with the wrong identity.

Thoughts of You- Bilbo hits his head and can suddenly hear the thoughts of people around them - but only when those people are thinking about him. That’s unfortunately bad news for Thorin.

Year of Bagginshield

Admist the Snowfall- First Kiss/Fake Dating

Temporarily in Different Worlds- Long Distance/Mermaid

Acceptance Before Forgiveness- Road Trip/Getting Back Together

Peace Talks- University/Pranks

From the Seed of a Sunflower- Fantasy (Thumbelina AU)/Flower Language

Through the Pouring Rain, I'll Find You- Soulmate/Accidental Confession

Seeing Stars- Enemies to Lovers/Power Swap

A Storm is Coming- Time Travel/Blind Date

RANDOM DRABBLES

The Hobbit from the Mountains- (Part 1) Bilbo distracts Azog from killing Thorin by reminding him that he is the 'one who took away his victory'; (Part 2) Now that the battle is over, Bilbo has a choice to make: return home or stay forever with his dwarves? (Mulan AU)

The Dragon's Dentist- Bilbo walks into his next appointment to find the patient is a 14 foot tall, clinically depressed dragon with a gambling addiction. Only problem is he's a dentist.

One More Escape- Prison AU + Time Loop: Bilbo has been stuck in Mirkwood for a long time, and no matter what he does, he just recycles back before the spiders. He thinks he might just give up, but Thorin isn't going to let him.

The Yellow Socks- aka the day Thorin decided to be super dramatic

Bilbo and Thorin Feel a Kick- Fanfic of @ragsweas fic When the Sun Rises (mpreg)

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Kinktober Day 13: Caught Masturbating

Sex toy, unprotected penetration.

Rafe and Barry were never friends. Their relationship started solely as dealer and customer with limited interactions, though the attraction to one another was undeniable. Seemingly overnight that morphed into two guys who share problems and figure out solutions together, speaking quietly amongst themselves at parties. Then Rafe started spending the night, just a couple times here and there when Tanneyhill wasn't welcoming. Barry stopped wanting to go out every weekend to socialise at some dive bar in the deep of the cut and instead chose to stay home, where he insisted he'd rather be whether Rafe was around or not, and let the boy sit close to him while they hung out. It was a random, quiet Tuesday morning when Rafe—hair perfectly slicked back and dressed to go golfing with Topper—leaned down and kissed Barry goodbye. The older man was a mess after that, stomach tied in knots and his head stuffy with jumbled thoughts as he went from one pointless task to another trying to distract himself. By the time Rafe walked through the door, he'd nearly paced a hole in the floor and couldn't bother trying to make sense of his feelings, instead yanking the boy down to seal their lips together. It's obvious when Rafe wants attention, the way he fidgets and chews on his nails, and even though he doesn't seem quite sure how to make his intentions clear, Barry always picks up on the mood change. So the dealer will set his book down, wave Rafe closer. Heavy makeout sessions and dry humping ensue, sometimes sloppy handjobs follow if they haven't already came in their pants. Barry knows Rafe has little—or no—experience, and would be lying if he said it wasn't a major turn on. Exhorting himself doing yard work, taking charge and ordering the boy around, spreading his legs a little in invitation for the kook to take a seat—were all sure-fire ways to have Rafe flustered and needy. Over the last few weeks, the sexual tension between them was prominent and taking over to the point they were unable to be in the same room without touching, Rafe's slender fingers trailing down Barry's chest and Barry's hands instinctively squeezing Rafe's ass. Usually, Barry prepared his lunch the night before but the two of them had gone out and by the time they stumbled through the door, Rafe's back pressed against the wall as they licked into one another's mouth, any thoughts of preparation for the following work day slipped his mind. The boy was still passed out when he left for work, so Barry thought it might be a nice surprise to come home and eat the takeout he picked up on the way. Letting the door swing shut, Barry sets two bags of steaming food on the counter and opens his mouth to call out for Rafe, knowing the boy is home due to the dirt bike taking up space in the overgrown front yard. There's a noise from down the hall—moaning, Barry registers. A pit forms in the man's stomach as he listens to the sounds of pleasure, one hand still frozen on the brown paper handles. He creeps as quietly as possible across the kitchen and down the hall, heavy boots shuffling across the floor. That's definitely Rafe. Barry feels like a fucking psychopath pressing his ear against the door but he needs to know there's not another man in their bed, stomach turning with the thought. The noises behind the wood grow louder and then Rafe's calling out Barry's name. For one long, shuttering second the older man thinks he's been found out, standing stock still in the hallway.

But the moaning continues and he shoves open the door unapologetically. All confusion previously filling him washes out at the sight before him; Rafe is lying on top of the duvet with his legs spread and his chest heaving, one hand thrusting a dildo into his stretched hole as the other tweaks his nipple.

Both of them let out startled curses at the same time, Barry turning his head in an attempt to give the scrambling boy a sense of privacy.

Rafe jumps to cover his erection, chest heaving and face flushed with embarrassment. "You don't knock?" he screeches.

"It's my room!" says Barry defensively. "And that's my side!" "It's our room!" Rafe petulantly counters.

Barry keeps his chin pointed at the floor but can't help himself from peeking, dark eyes trailing over long legs and toned muscles drenched in sweat. Licking his lips nervously, he says, "You said my name."

"Yeah, so?" Rafe sputters out. The two of them make eye contact and the boy shifts under the weight of the heated stare, legs pulled up to help him remain modest. "We're like, dating, or whatever. It's completely normal." Then, in some bizarre attempt to gain the upper hand, one dark blonde brow lifts in challenge and Rafe asks, "You don't think about me?"

"'Course I do," confesses Barry without a second thought, leaving out the part where he's been jerking off to thoughts of the arrogant kook well before they were a thing. "Tell you what, country club, I could walk outta here and forget this whole thing happened..." Rafe sits up a little straighter when he says, "Or?" "Or," starts the dealer, fingers coming up to pinch the zipper of his coveralls. "Could open your legs for me and I'll give you what you really want." For a minute, all they can do is stare at one another as the suggestion hangs between them. They move at once, Rafe relaxing back against the pillows as Barry slips out of his work clothes. Barry didn't clean up since leaving the garage except for washing his hands, previously caked with grim and darkened by oil. A chill ran through him when a breeze floated in from the open window to touch his tacky skin, sweat collected on his back. He felt gross, but Rafe didn't seem to mind. Gently, timidly, the older man pulled Rafe's knees apart and settled between them, reaching down to toy with the base of the dildo.

Rafe was jittery, like before he takes a bump—but Barry knows he's sober and this is nerves carefully disguised as excitement. His chest is heaving and Barry can feel the way he tries to close his legs in embarrassment, dark eyes trailing over every inch of his exposed body.

"You good, country club?" mumbles Barry as he leans down to press a chaste kiss to the boy's knee.

Rafe pants out, "Yeah, yeah I'm good." And Barry places another kiss to his inner thigh, then right above his belly button, making the muscles in his stomach jump. Coming to look over him, Barry seals their lips.

The older man is trying to be patient, which has never been one of his strong suits. His erection is straining against the material of his boxers and every little sound the kook let's out as Barry fucks the toy in has him on the verge of coming untouched.

Rafe let's out a keening noise when the toy is angled right and dark eyes slip closed, Barry exhaling deeply through his nose to pace himself. He has no clue what constitutes as ready to be fucked but judging from the thin base his fingers are wrapped around, this isn't enough.

Besides, Barry wants to touch. So in one swift, careful movement the toy is removed and set down on the mattress, a distressed huff coming from the kook.

Licking his dry lips, Barry asks gently, "Can I?" while pressing the tip of his index finger against Rafe's relaxed rim.

"Oh, yeah, sure," mumbles Rafe, hips shifting nervously.

One finger slips past the ring of muscle easily, still slick from lube. Rafe is breathing shallowly and his hands twist in the sheets at his sides, attention focuses on the yellowing ceiling.

Even with lube and being previously stretched, Rafe is tight. That's all Barry can think about, how good its going to feel to cram his dick in the little inexperienced hole, how much they'll both love it.

Barry won't last and he knows it, already worked up and soaking a patch of his boxers with precome, but he doesn't care. If Rafe will let him, they'll fuck over and over and over again until they physically can't.

Without warning, Barry slips his middle finger in alongside the first and buries both in to the knuckle, Rafe's chin tilted up as a moan tears out of him.

Barry twists the digits around and scissors them, too, trying to pull more wanton sounds from the boy when he curls them and nudges something that has Rafe crying out. Blunt nails reach out and dig at the older man's shoulders, Rafe practically sitting up and finally making eye contact.

"Feel good?" Barry asks, repeating the action and rejoicing in the whines he receives as answer.

Rafe gives an enthusiastic nod as he settles back against the pillows, heated gaze locked on Barry and mouth slack as he pants.

Barry has to reach down and squeeze his straining erection with his freehand in an attempt to relieve pressure, muscles in his stomach jumping every time he glances up at Rafe's pretty face.

A couple more nudges to the boy's prostate and Rafe is hooking slender fingers in the older man's waistband and pulling, letting the elastic snap.

Letting out a shaky breath, Barry mumbles, "Yeah?"

"Yes," comes Rafe's immediate reply, legs shyly spreading a little further apart.

Barry tugs at the relaxed rim as he withdrawals his fingers, wiping the residual lube carelessly onto his boxers before wrestling them off and discarding the article of clothing onto the floor.

Since the first time they touched below the belt, they've barely been able to keep their hands off each other. Which means Rafe has seen Barry's cock a hundred and one times, soft and hard, but the way he's openly staring now makes this feel like the first time—both of them filled with anxious excitement.

Rafe is breathing hard, like he's just finished running a marathon and a sticky string of precome drips down from the reddened tip of Barry's dick where it's held inches from the kooks entrance.

The tube of discarded lube is snatched up from the bedding and Barry coats his length in a copious amount, then spreads the rest against Rafe.

Coming to look over the boy, their lips meet and it's heated, a tangling of tongues and nipping teeth, as Barry uses the hand not propping him up to guide himself by the base to nudge against the puckered muscle.

Just like the older man thought—Rafe is so fucking tight.

Barry has to grit his teeth as he nudges his cockhead inside, Rafe opening up with a drawn-out groan, somewhere between pain and pleasure.

"Keep going." Rafe is wrapped around the dealer like he'll die if they're separated, fingers instinctively tugging at Barry's hair and heels digging into into his back. He slurs out, "Feels good, fuck."

"Yeah it does," Barry chokes out, bowing his head to kiss across the kooks jaw.

Half way has Barry's will tested to it's limits. Every damn part of Rafe is squeezing around him and every damn sound coming out of that pretty mouth makes him want to snap his hips forward and bury his cock in to the hilt.

But it takes another minute or so of rhythmically rocking until Barry bottoms out and stills to check in, the boy muttering incoherently about being full and how big the dick in him is, big blue eyes watery.

It's so good. It's so good Barry can barely grasp anything Rafe is saying, too focused on the feeling of being deep inside his boy, so tight and warm.

"Can I move, pretty boy?" asks Barry gently, tucking damp hair behind Rafe's ear.

Rafe whispers breathlessly, "Please."

That's all the permission the older man needs to pull out until just his tip is catching on the rim before fucking back in, in one fluid motion before repeating, rejoicing in the moans it gains him.

Rafe is always extremely vocal in bed but he's openly whining now, practically begging to be fucked harder. Who would Barry be to deny him that?

A change of angle has Rafe's ribs pressing flush to Barry's, back arched dramatically as he cries out, blunt nails untangling from dark curls to claw at the hard muscles of Barry's broad shoulders.

"There, there, there!" chants Rafe.

The pace the older man sets is punishing, hitting that spot over and over again to hear Rafe moan shamelessly, all while stinging pain from the scratches covering Barry's skin urge him on.

Barry is trapped within the confines of Rafe's long legs, keeping him from pulling out too far.

Mouthing down the boy's throat, Barry presses heated kisses into the soft skin there. One of Rafe's hands twist in his hair again and it's all the encouragement the dealer needs to continue, biting and sucking until he's sure there will be marks still there tomorrow.

He wants to look in the mirror and see what Rafe's done to his back, to feel owned and when he looks at his boy after, to see the same thing on Rafe. Like they belong to eachother.

The possessive thoughts have Barry spiraling towards the edge, muscles in his stomach jumping with each inward thrust.

Barry isn't sure if Rafe can come untouched and this isn't the time to test it out, so close to his orgasm. So the older man wiggles a hand between their grinding bodies and wraps it around the kooks stiff cock, pumping his fist in time with the snap of his hips.

Half-lidded eyes stay trained on the dealer's every move, watery and wide. Through an endless stream of moans and whines it looks like Rafe's trying to give a warning, spit-slick lips opening and closing around words he can't choke out.

But Barry doesn't need to hear whatever it is the boy wants to say to understand.

Rafe is moving against the older man like he doesn't know if he wants to be jerked off or fucked more, cock giving a series of violent twitches before he's spilling between them with a shout.

The pool of come on the boy's abs presses against Barry, sticky on their skin and dripping back down onto Rafe, the sound of squelching so filthy it has the dealer tumbling over into ecstasy.

Burying his face in the junction between Rafe's head and shoulder, Barry bites down on the tender flesh of the kooks throat to muffle the sound of him coming, hips stuttering as he empties into the tight heat.

Barry lowers himself down gently, trying not to crush the boy beneath him but unable to hold himself up through the aftershocks. "I've never come that hard before," he jokes after a minute.

"Me neither," mumbles Rafe tiredly.

"Give me a little bit, baby," Barry starts, turning his head to kiss the boys jaw. "Wanna see if you can come just from my cock."