~Arrows And Dragonhide~

~Arrows and Dragonhide~

Kili Durin x {Dragonshifter}FemOC Part 4/?

A/N- my tummy hurts

Word Count- 3.0k

Summary- Radagast is a bloody menace and Rivendale is like a pretty princess (can you tell idk what to put here?)

Warnings- Cannon typical violence, mentions of scars, torture and death

italics=elvish bold=dwarvish

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The troll cave smelled like a giant pile of shit and dead bodies. Eyja carefully makes her way downwards into the cave until Gandalf stops in front of her, turning and holding an unlit torch out to her. "Eyja, can you light this please?" She sighs and takes the torch from his hand. Bringing the foul smelling thing up to her face, she brings in a deep breath before letting out a mighty puff, flames passing over her lips and catching on the torches material. "Thank you." Gandalf turns back around, the now lit torch illuminating the gold and other treasure lining the walls.

Kili steps up beside Eyja, watching as she sifts through the weapons tossed haphazardly about. "How were you able to light that torch?"

She continues running her hands over blades and bows as she answers, "I am a skin changer, while the outside is me shifts from one form to another, the inside, remains the same, though it does shrink and grow to match my body." Kili hums a sound of acknowledgment and points to a long wooden bow she hadn't gotten to yet,

"This is a great bow if you're looking for such a weapon, the curve is strong, and the string appears to be taught." The shifter turns to the weapon, lifting it from the ground, dusting it off with the corner of her cloak, revealing a dark wood and leather grip.

Eyja nods, "You are right, this is a fine bow, do you see a quiver anywhere?" Kili's smile widens at her praise, the matching quiver of arrows already in his outstretched hand. "Thank you Kili, are you in need of any weapons?"

he thinks to himself for a moment, "No I think I have all that I need." Eyja nods and starts off back towards the entrance of the cave, passing Gandalf handing Bilbo a small sword. As they reach the top, and Eyja begins reorganizing her small stash of blades and new bow the rest of the company begins to file out, many of them inhaling deep breaths of the fresh air. Eyja turns her back to the dwarven prince and looks back over her shoulder at him.

"Could you undo the sheath on my back, I can't seem to reach it?"

"Ya I can do that." Kili's hands brush lightly over her hair on the way to the strap holding her sheath to her body, and Eyja stills at the contact. As his hands fiddle with the clasp, she reaches back and pulls her hair to the side so to get it out of the way. As the clasp finally lets go and Kili lifts her sword from her back.

Eyja turns smile wide on her face ready to thank him when through the trees barrels huge rabbits towing a sled holding a small man cloaked in brown, lopsided hat pulled low over his ears. the dwarves quickly pull tightly into a group blades at the ready, but Gandalf steps forward laughter in his voice.

"Radagast the brown, what on earth are you doing here?" Kili shoots a questioning look to Eyja as if to confirm this is the wizard she had spoken of the day prior. The shifter meets his gaze for a fleeting moment, nodding, her brows furrowed in confusion. She had never seen the wizard in such a state of panic as he explained to the grey wizard how the greenwood is sick. As they wander away from the group Eyja turns back to the dwarf at her side.

"So that's Radagast," Kili's tone is light as he watches Eyja secure her sword to her waist.

"Yes, though I've never seen him look quite so worried before, normally he is quite calm, something must be terribly wrong to have him so upset." As she slings her new quiver over her shoulder and across her body, a menacing howl pierces the air, chilling the blood in her veins.

"Was that a wolf?" Bilbo's question is spoken swiftly his voice laden with fear, for the hobbit had never heard such a noise before.

Bofur's response is shaky and uncertain, "That is no wolf."

Movement behind the two catches Eyja's gaze, "Wargs!" her shout rings through the air and every dwarf turn weapons out as the beast hurtles down the hill towards them, it tackles Dwalin to the ground, only for Thorin to bring his new elvish blade down with bone crushing force. As another warg comes barreling at them, Kili readies an arrow and lets it fly, the arrow sinking deep in the creatures leg, causing it to tumble the rest of the way down the mossy hill, Eyja brings her blade across its throat with a quick twirl, the dark blood splattering across her cloak and face. She bares her teeth at the foul animal as it let out one last whining howl.

Thorin wrenches his blade from the neck of the first warg, "Warg scouts, which means an orc pack is not far behind."

"we have to get out of here." Dwalin's voice is tense and he looks to Thorin.

Ori rushes to the group, "We can't, the ponies have run off."

Radagast volunteers to draw them off and Gandalf turns to face his companion, "These are gundabarg wargs, they will outrun you."

A wild glint enters the brown wizards eyes, "These are ruskavelle rabbits, I would like to see them try." He climbs back onto his sled, commanding the rabbits forward, and he takes off like an arrow shot from a bow, here one moment, gone the next.

The howls and wails of the warg pack draw closer only for them to be drowned out for a moment by the sound of Radagast yelling obscenities at the orcs as he rushes past. As the orc pack take off after the wizard, Gandalf ushers the company to move, he runs in front of them leading them into the open fields. Eyja brings up the back of group, making sure that none of the dwarves get left behind, ushering them forward when they start to slow.

The group runs down the hill and moves to pass a large boulder when Radagast flies past, manic giggles escaping him, and the large pack of orcs soon follows. Many times in their mad dash across the plains are they cut off by the parade of orcs chasing the gleeful wizard. The group slams their backs against the boulder as Radagast darts in front of them once again and one of the orcs moves his steed atop the rock which they try to hide under. Thorin turns to meet his nephews eyes and nods at him. slowly Kili draws an arrow, and knocks it on his bow, taking a breath, he steps away from the rock revealing himself to the orc atop it. Letting the arrow loose, it flies into the chest of the warg, and as the orc brings his horn to his mouth intending to call for the others, Kili looses another arrow into the chest of the orc. The wail of the dying orc and warg ricochet off the rocks echoing at deafening volumes. Eyja sinks her blade into the orc's skull silencing it as Dwalin dispatches the warg, but not before it lets out another agonizing howl.

"Move, run!" Gandalf's yell is heavy with panic, "This way quickly!" he leads the company towards a rock surrounding by a small stand of trees, Thorin's shouts for Kili to shoot the beasts has Eyja readying her own bow, letting arrows fly in every direction, as more and more wargs pour over the hills.

Dwalin yells that Gandalf had abandoned them, but as Eyja turns quickly to seek out the wizard, her mind connects the dots as to where they are. She resumes shooting at the orcs as they advance, Kili by her side mirroring each other.

"This way you fools!" Gandalf's cry from the rocks reaches Eyja's ears at about the same time as an unseen warg pushes her to the ground, teeth bared and saliva dripping. She wrenches her dagger from its place on her thigh, driving it home in the underside of the beasts jaw and dragging it downwards, towards its neck. Kili turns to find Eyja covered in blood, pushing the now deceased warg off her.

Thorin's shouts for Kili and the shifter to run, has them turn from the orcs, they begin to sprint, Eyja dragging Kili along by the wrist as she out paces him. As she dives into the crevice, pulling the brunette dwarrow with her, Thorin jumps down sliding after them. As her feet hit the bottom of the hole she steadies herself on the cool rock wall. Kili stands beside her, out of breath, and unsteady himself. A horn sounds from outside the cave and the sound of hooves pounding the earth sounds in the air. As the sounds of orcs yelling and wargs dying grows louder Eyja and Thorin begin pushing the company away from the entrance, trying to remain concealed from the newcomers. An orc comes rolling down into the cave, arrow protruding from it head,

"Elves." Thorin's voice holds distaste as he tosses the retrieved arrow aside. Bofur calls that they should follow the path and starts walking, the group filing down the twisting hall. Kili and Eyja fall to the back of the group, and she rests a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright Kili?" Her eyes dart over his face, "Do you need to rest?" His breaths are still coming in momentous heaves, but he shakes his head, face turning red at her show of concern.

"Ya," his eyes meet hers and he pauses for a moment at the concern swimming in them, "I'm alright, what about you?"

"I'm perfectly fine." Her voice is soft, and her eyes dance over Kili's face, and they catch on the leaf stuck in his bangs, "Hold still." She reaches out gently pulling the debris from his hair, the strands are soft against her fingers and she drops the leaf on the ground between them. "There was a leaf in your hair."

Kili's face is now a bright red, and he avoids her gaze, "Thank you." The sounds of the company are getting farther away and Kili turns to face the hall, "We should probably catch up to the rest of the group." Eyja nods, and they walk down the path, side by side hands occasionally brushing.

As the pair round the last corner, they come across the company, standing in awe as they lay their eyes on Rivendale, home of the elves. Kili jaw drops open at the waterfalls and architecture. the company makes their way down the hills, and across the bridge approaching the elf standing at the base of the steps. Eyja, bounds forward, bringing the dark haired elf into a hug, which is quickly returned by the ellon. "Lindir, it's lovely to see you, it has been far to long old friend." While Eyja releases the elf from her grasp, Gandalf approaches, and begins speaking with the tall man over the whereabouts of Lord Elrond. Kili stands beside his brother brows furrowed at the elf Gandalf and Eyja are conversing with.

"Brother if you continue to glare at him, he might spontaneously combust." Fili's teasing only serves to make his brothers scowl deepen.

"It's nothing." Kili walks away from his brother, stopping only when he's standing at Eyja's side chin held high as he watches the exchange between the three taller beings. A horn sounding across the valley turns the heads of all those present to the incoming procession of horses. The dwarves quickly bunch up, Kili pushing Eyja to the center of their circle alongside bilbo who had been put there by Thorin. The shifter just laughed and waved at the elven lord as he stepped off his horse.

"Eyja, what a wonderful surprise, it is lovely to see you again," Elrond steps forward and Eyja steps out of the circle of defensive dwarrow, "What brings you here this time dear shifter?"

She bows slightly before responding, "I'm afraid you're going to have to ask Gandalf for the details, for he is leading us." She smiles at the elf before rejoining her dwarven companions, standing next to the very prickly looking Kili. "Are you alright Kili, you look ready to remove somebodies head?" The brunette prince looks to her, the yellow of her eyes reflecting the sun in such a way they appeared to glow.

He nods curtly, "Yes I'm quite alright, how do you know the elves?"

Eyja smiles gently as she looks up to see Elrond and Thorin discussing something, "I met Lord Elrond many years ago, I was passing nearby and was attacked by a band of goblins, Lindir and Lord Elrond were a part of the hunting party that helped me that day." Her smile widens remembering the day, and how she had thrown Lindir to the ground at first mistaking him for an enemy. Kili nods, and tenses once more as Elrond begins to speak in the elven tongue to his uncle.

Gloin brandishes his weapon, "Does he offer us insult?" Eyja laughs quietly.

"No Master Gloin, he offers you food." Her lilting voice is joyous as she explains Elrond's words to the company, causing them to go quiet before Gloin says to lead the way.

The group is led to an open area, where they are told to leave their bags and supplies. Eyja shrugs off her cloak folding it carefully before placing it on the floor, laying her weapons down beside it. Kili watches the skin changer closely, and mimics her actions. Eyja walks over to kneel beside the prince, who is placing his things on the ground in a not so neat pile, "I am going to go and wash all this blood off, follow Lindir, he will show you to a table and provide you with food, I will join you all in a moment." The dwarrow turns his head, pleading silently for her not to leave him alone in the unfamiliar place, but the shifter nods once, before rising and walking swiftly and surely down the hall. Kili moves to stand by his brother, whispering quietly to him the same thing Eyja told him.

Once the rest of the company has finished organizing their bags, Lindir turns to face the group, "Follow me," His voice is smooth and he spares no eye contact for any of them, instead turning on his heel and starting down a new hall. The thirteen dwarves and singular hobbit are quick to follow, not wanting to get lost in the unknown city. The raven haired ellon leads them down the white hallway, before opening a large wooden door to a ginormous room. the room is lit by the setting sun, and filled with a long table with many dwarf sized seats and one regular sized chair. on a raised platform at the end of the room, sectioned off by towering floor to ceiling pillars is a separate table, where the elf lord already sits with the grey wizard.

"Ah welcome, Master Thorin, please join me at my table and do bring your Hobbit, the rest of you my take a seat, the food will be out shortly." Everyone moves at once, the promise of food has them scrambling to find a seat. Kili seats himself beside the larger chair, hoping that when you return, you will sit with them instead of the other table.

As promised, elves are soon bustling around them bringing platters and bowls of food to the long table. But as the dwarves sift through the many dishes, they find no meat. As the company grumbles and complains over the lack of protein, the doors open once more. Eyja steps into the room, skin no longer covered in blood, and dressed in a pair of loose brown pants, that are sinched at the waist and tucked into her boots, her shirt is flowing and white, cuffed at the wrists and tucked in at the waist.

She rounds the long table heading to the empty chair next to the raven haired dwarven prince, but pauses as Lindir grabs her arm. Kili doesn't hear what the elf says to her but at the way her fists clench and her brow furrows, he suspects it can't be anything good. Eyja nods grimly at her friend before stepping past him to rejoin her dwarf companions.

As she pulls the chair out and sits down Kili turns his head, watching her through the curtain of his hair. She quickly dishes some of the leafy meal onto her plate, eyes unfocused. He lifts his head and turns to face the skin changer fully, "Are you alright?" His question seems to shock her out of her trance like state.

"Yes, I'm quite alright, there's just some new information that's been brought to my attention," Eyja shakes her head, "but no matter, it is of little consequence now." Kili raises a brow, but leaves the subject alone for the moment.

"If you say so, hey me and Fili have been thinking-"

"That's never a good thing." Eyja tone is teasing and she smiles at the dwarf.

"Choosing to ignore that, but anyways, we were wondering why Bilbo is called a burglar and not just a robbit." The timing of his words couldn't have been worse, as the shifter had just taken a large drink of water. Eyja bursts out laughing, spewing water over the unfortunate Dwalin seated across from her. As her laughter dies down to giggles and coughing she chokes out an apology as the burly tattooed dwarf scowls. Kili and Fili howl with laughter as they watch the shifter try and mop up the mess with the napkin on the table.

It was then that Bofur leapt onto the table, declaring the music to be unfit for the company and bursting out into song and dance, stomping over the food. The commotion draws the attention of those at the other table and Lord Elrond grumbles as the company sings along, Eyja smiling joyfully.

Arthur Shelby x Milf!Reader ~ Headcanon

Note: Too long ago @sonichkkaaascreams snowed into my inbox with the idea of the Shelby!boys x Milf and I do still have an idea for a multi!part series in the back of my mind, I didn't want to keep her waiting so here are in addition to this one Tommy, John and Michael!

I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other. This hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for typos or mistakes. Here is my Masterlist

Warning: As I am an adult, all my writing I share is unless explicitly stated for adults (18/21+). Expect canon confirming tone, language and depiction of violence. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. 

Request: @sonichkkaaascreams

Wordcount: 710

You meet Arthur in your shop

He storms in one day in an absolute frenzy because he had somehow screwed up the agreement with he supplier lists and needed almost 'everything' you had to offer that could be of any use for some kind of celebration in the pub. 

At any other time you would have been intimidated by the Shelby but the desperation in his eyes and the hectic interaction made all that void- and he paid well, really well. 

So after you helped him pack up and received a stack of bills on the counter which would have paid for the things thrice over, you expected it to he over

But only in the aftermath of the interaction did Arthur Shelby realise how calm you had been, how helpful.

These thoughts are what carries him back almost every day, because apparently Arthur Shelby did his own grocery shopping now, even if sometimes he came only to browse (watching you) and ended up buying nothing more than an apple. 

Once he came in and saw you doing the books and stayed back so as not to disturb you, but you tell him it's no bother

That's when Arthur compliments you that you must be really smart to be able to do all that, since he always has trouble, so you offer to help him

He turns you down with red cheeks and stumbling words, but a week later he is back, hands in his pockets and mumbling about a numbers problem he had

So you ask him to bring them in and go over them together, explaining where he went wrong and what he could do to improve them

Arthur offers to pay you to help him out so that his brothers won’t find out, but it doesn’t seem right

So whenever he comes to your house after your children had their supper, with the books and paperwork, he asks if you need anything, anything at all, but you usually decline

Arthur is not a talented, but dedicated student and bit by bit you discover that when he had been young his father had opposed his schooling, claiming it was unnecessary and now he felt it was too late to learn

But he does learn. He wasn't the best at inventing his own system but once he truly understood how something worked, he could apply it perfectly. 

Since you won’t accept payment, and he feels bad, he starts bringing little gifts for the children, sweets or wooden carvings he made himself, which they adore. 

His grin lights up your face when he watches them even if he is too uncertain to approach them on his own. 

You trust in his gentleness a long time before he does and even after weeks of coming to your house with or without paperwork, before or after supper, he still treats them like glass. 

When your daughter presents him with a drawing she made of “Atta” at the kitchen table you swore you’d seen his eyes grow shiny a bit. 

You realise you might be in love with him when your kitchen table is covered in thick expensive Shelby Company Ltd. letter paper with your children doodling all over them and him in the mix, not caring in the slightest that his freshly pressed shirt got stained in the process

Arthur on the other hand has known for much longer, but didn’t dare try anything. He didn’t want to lose this, lose you and the little ones, this small oasis of calm in his noisy life. So he had made his peace with staying your friend, or ‘Atta’ the funny uncle, hoping that perhaps your children would continue to stay close to him the way they were all still close to Uncle Charlie. 

He was utterly flabbergasted when you decided to make the first move, his cheeks burning bright red as he froze like a deer in the headlights

But then he was beyond delighted

Seeing Arthur Shelby grinning from ear to ear as he walked down Garrison Lane was a sight Small Heath had to get used to, which got him many questions from his family, but they’d have to wait to get any answers. 

For now, Arthur kept you and your children all to himself 

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I’ve Got You

Fíli x fem!reader  

Requested: Yes, by me 😂, based on this post 

Warnings: Jealous and worried Fili, cheeky Kíli, awkward Thorin and angst if you squint 

A/N: It’s finally here! A whopping 7k (when I made the outline of the story I thought about 1.5k, 2k tops but then I added a subplot and I kept going and going…) I wrote this as a treat for myself because selflove is very important and I have no shame.  Special thanks to @katethewriter​ for her advice, grammar check and helping me calm down when I thought this was rubbish!

A/N2: Another reminder that English isn’t my native language, so I’m sorry if it’s not as poetic as it should be. That’s the fault of my lack of decent English vocabulary.

Every quest comes with the possibility of danger, injury or even death. It was drilled into you by your parents, but that didn’t stop you from joining your two friends Fíli and Kíli on their quest to reclaim their home. It wasn’t like you had anything else to do and besides, you never went on an adventure before. How could you say no to such an opportunity? Not even the prospect of traveling with 13 male dwarves could stop you. You liked them, they liked you. This would be like one giant sleepover! There was some small protest from your future companions, mainly Thorin and Dwalin, who didn’t want to take you with them. A tiny woman like yourself on this dangerous quest? You would only slow them down. That’s what they said to you, but the main reason was they only wanted to protect you; keep you safe from all the dangers of the quest. After you asked them again and again - maybe even begged, but you’d never admit it to anyone - and you promised them you could take care of yourself and they needed your skills, and after both Fíli and Kíli had promised to keep an eye on you and keep you safe, Thorin reluctantly agreed. 

The journey had only been going on for a few weeks, when the two brothers broke their promise. It was the umpteenth day of constant hiking, climbing and trudging through mud, water and dirt. Gandalf had left the company, and it had affected everyone’s mood for the worst. You kept yourself at the back of the group the entire day, feet and legs sore from the constant walking, but unwilling to say something about it. You had promised you wouldn’t be a burden, so you weren’t going to be one. 

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‘’beg for it.’’

kinktober ‘22 day 2: dom/sub

pairing: thorin oakenshield x reader (no y/n)

summary: thorin had a very terrible, no good, absolutely horrible day and all he wants is to be in you. you don’t allow him that reward until he earns it, however.

warnings: smut smut smut, also an ambiguous amount of teasing, afab!reader, femme titles (my queen, wife, etc), sub!thorin is best thorin, cunnilingus, face sitting, unprotective PiV (wrap it before you tap it kids), can you tell i’m trying and failing to be serious, aftercare our friend not our foe (briefly mentioned but aftercare is important gang!!!)

word count: 1847

a/n: KINKTOBER 22 BABEY!!!! sorry for posting this so late i may have forgotten what the gregorian calendar was <3 anyways love u i hope you enjoy the fic!!! i must admit its more soft!dom reader than but oh well we slay it fits the narrative

khuzdul:

amrâlimê: my love

ghivashel: treasure of all treasures

dushin-mizim: dark jewel

âzyungel: love of loves

khajimel: gift of all gifts

To say Thorin was tired would be an understatement. Well not tired, per se, but absolutely ready to confine himself to his chambers for the rest of eternity absolutely. And quite luckily for him (and even luckier for the rest of the kingdom), his duties for the day were done so nobody - except for his unassuming wife - would have to bear witness to his grovelling for the rest of the evening. 

And that was precisely what was about to happen. You were just trying to enjoy some light reading. You were about to try even harder as your husband unceremoniously threw himself on the bed beside you, his crown digging into your thigh as he hugged it like a child and their favourite toy. 

‘’Good evening to you too, husband.’’ 

A small ‘hmph’ was all you got in return, as Thorin dug himself further into your side. 

‘’The least you could do is bother to take your boots off, you big oaf.’’ Patting his head, you pushed him so you could look into his eyes. A half smirk graced his face, as his fingers rubbed circles into your thigh. He leaned up, barely hanging over the bed enough so he could take off his boots as you turned back to your reading. You were too focused on your book to notice the glimmer in his eye and the grin that adorned him as he took off his crown and stripped to his undergarments. It wasn’t until you felt a weight lift from the bed that you looked up to see him taking off his final layer, grinning at you the entire time. You rolled your eyes, turning back to your reading, ignoring the heat forming in your core. Thorin crawled across your king-sized bed (pun intended) and settled behind you, tucking his arms across your stomach and legs sat parallel to your own. He nuzzled your neck as you flipped a page, kissing and licking the divet between your throat and shoulder. You leaned your head back as you continued reading, attempting to focus on your novel as opposed to your husband’s affection. It wasn’t until you felt his teeth sink into your jugular that you bothered to acknowledge him. 

‘’Can I help you, Thorin?’’ you turned your head, raising an eyebrow as he stared at you. 

He hummed, nose nudging against your own, ‘’You look stunning.’’ 

You briefly looked down to your night shift and robe, before turning again to your king and love. ‘’That doesn’t answer my question, amrâlimê.’’

Thorin’s lips grazed against your own, his breath fanning your face. You smirked, turning back around. ‘’Well, you clearly don’t want to answer me,’’ you stated, turning back to your reading, ‘’so you clearly don’t deserve what may come with an answer.’’ 

You could practically feel Thorin’s pout pressing into the back of your head. ‘’My Queen, you wound me.’’ he murmured into your ear, ‘’I may have said you look stunning, but I suppose the word I was truly looking for was ravishing. You are a constant temptation.’’ And here you were all this time thinking he was as good with words as he was direction. Instead of reacting to his words however, you decided the best plan of action was to simply ignore him. He had his moment to speak up, and he was too late. Your husband simply brushed off your ignorance however, and immediately doubled his previous efforts of kissing your neck. Biting and licking over the marks he made, he gently guided a solemn hand down your front, tantalisingly slow. More like annoyingly slow, you thought with an internal sigh. Before he could reach ‘the most precious jewel of Erebor’ as he liked to call it (worst name ever, by the way), you placed your own hand upon his own and forced him to stop. ‘’Dushin-mizim,’’ the Khuzdul words dripping off your tongue, ‘’if you want me so bad, beg for it.’’ 

You hadn’t meant anything by it really, Thorin was always the type to lead in bed and you never really minded, but something came over you and you just felt like being an absolute bitch. Thorin halted his ministrations against your neck, and for a moment everything stopped, the only sound filling the room was your joint heavy breathing. Before you could ask what Thorin was thinking however, he had fallen to the floor and knelt before the bed, moving you so you sat in front of him. 

‘’My Queen, my wife, my âzyungel,’’ Thorin pleaded, staring at you with lustful eyes, ‘’let me please you as you know I can. I care not for my own satisfaction, only your own.’’ 

You quirked a brow, gently spreading your legs. ‘’Oh really?’’ You hummed, a smirk gracing your face, ‘’prove it.’’ 

Thorin needed no further instruction, pulling your legs forward as he ripped off your clothes. He stood up briefly to press a kiss to your lips, before making a descent down your body, worshipping every part of it. He kissed and bit every inch of your form, from your neck down to your ankles. He worked his way back up your legs, slowing his movements slightly as he reached your inner thighs, paying extra attention to the skin around your sex. You hummed, the sound acting as motivation to Thorin as he doubled his efforts. He placed one final kiss to your bud, before gliding his tongue directly down the middle of your pussy, clit to entrance. You moaned, your legs parting further to allow your husband easy access. Thorin took you in his mouth, ravishing you like a starved man, his nails digging into your thighs as he took you. Thorin moved upwards, his lips reaching for your bud, rolling it between his teeth as his fingers entered your leaking hole. He exited briefly to taste your juices. You gripped his wrist as he looked at you with wide eyes. ‘’Did I tell you to stop?’’ He shook his head, apologising profusely before his fingers re-entered your hole. You thought you heard a brief My Queen and Ma’am in there as he begged for forgiveness, but that was a thought to linger on another day. Your back arched as his fingers curled, and the heat in your core built and built until you felt yourself on the precipice of bliss itself. You came, moaning loudly, riding his face as you came down from your high. You were immediately forced back into arousal however, as Thorin doubled his efforts of pleasure. Picking you up and laying on his back so you sat on his face. His tongue darted around your pussy, before stopping at your hole. He entered you with a gasp on your part, before you started riding him. You briefly worried about smothering him, but Thorin’s intense grip on your thighs halted that thought before it had time to cement itself in your mind. 

You began riding him, panting as you went. ‘’You’re doing so well, ghivashel.’’ you moaned as you felt yourself on the edge of bliss once again. Thorin moaned into your pussy, the vibrations being enough to push you over the edge of pleasure once more. It wasn’t until you forced Thorin to stop that he exited your sopping hole, looking at you with lust blown eyes, his beard wet with your juices. You lifted yourself off him, moving back to sit on his lap. It became very obvious very quickly that he enjoyed that just as much as you did, as his member prodded against your front. ‘’You did so good, my love,’’ you smiled down at him, kissing him as softly as though you hadn’t just been riding his face more harsh than the winter cold. Your kiss quickly turned passionate however, as your tongue prodded against his lips, being granted an easy entrance before your tongues battled for dominance. You grinded against him as he moaned against your mouth. You parted your lips with him briefly, staring down at him with a smile. Thorin looked at you with brief confusion, but before he could speak you did. ‘’Amrâlimê,’’ you grinned, looking down at him, ‘’you did so well, I feel like I should give you a reward. Do you want that?’’ Your husband nodded frantically, his hands caressing your body, unsure what you wanted from him. Your fingers went to your mound, coating them in your juices before curling them around his cock. Thorin let out a guttural moan, hands flying to your hips for support. You slid your hands up and down a few times to coat his cock, before you lifted your hips and slammed down on him. You both moaned out, your groans and pants filling the air. Before Thorin could recover from this all too familiar sensation, however, you lifted yourself up before slamming down again, and started bouncing up and down on his cock rhythmically. Your hands went to his hair, tugging the salt and pepper strands harshly, making him cry out. He let you control him completely, and you enjoyed every second of it, milking every sound you could from him. Your pace sped up as heat built up in your core, your movements become more frantic and jagged. You both came with a scream, overwhelmed with bliss, him filling you with a cry. You pulled off him half-heartedly, his and your juices leaking out of you. You flopped next to him, not unlike when he first got back to your chambers.

You grinned at each other, a small chuckle escaping your husband’s lips. 

‘’Care to explain where that attitude came from, khajimel?’’ Thorin asked you, his arms curling around your side. 

‘’That attitude has always been there and you know it, and you clearly didn’t mind it not 2 minutes ago.’’ Thorin huffed as his forehead pressed against your collarbone. 

‘’Thorin,’’ you hummed, a small smile gracing your lips, ‘’I think you and I need a bath.’’ He nodded, going to get up and turn on the taps in the adjoining room. Before he could, however, you whined at him, your arms going up and grabbing for him a few times. He chuckled, picking you up with ease, and carried you to the tub. 

It wasn’t until you had both curled up in each other’s arms later that night that Thorin thought back on your words. He supposed he did like that attitude after all, and he had no doubt in his mind that it would likely come back to haunt him. He concluded many years ago that he would do anything for you, likely cast hook and bait into the sky to catch the moon if you asked, and he supposed your intimate moments shouldn’t be any different. And he did not find it arousing at all, thank you very much. (The only worse lie he told before that was when he lied about your feelings for you). He leaned into you, his last thoughts before he drifted off to sleep the sound of your breathing and the small smile on your lips. 

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