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Small Business, just started out... want to share my crafts with the world which needs to channel their inner Ares to stay strong and to fight against all these injustices!❤️🔥⚔️🏺✨️
I actually really love the fact that Buffy Summers can't drive. Almost every show ever has all their adult characters just be able to drive, usually without any particular comment on it. Like it's just assumed they should all be able to do it. But no the Chosen One, the only girl in the world who can defeat the vampires and monsters and such, she can't drive.
author's note: probably some hobbit/dwarf inaccuracies in here but kili is my fav and i’m just a tad horny for him sue me
a= aftercare (what they're like after sex)
kili's like a big cuddly teddy bear, drawing you into him and holding you close after sex. he craves the feeling of your skin on his as your chests heave. he's such a softie, humming quietly and gently playing with your hair, leaving any mess that was made to be cleaned up long after he's had his fill of physical touch.
b= body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)
he's proud of his legs. there's no hiding how beautifully sculpted they are from years and years of strenuous activity. a more honest reason of why they were his favorite body part however, was the fact that his muscular thighs had become one of your favorite seats. whether you were politely sitting on his lap in a group setting or straddling one of his thighs, greedily grinding against it during a heated makeout session, kili loved that you loved his legs.
as for you, he has a thing for your hips. the skin there is so soft and delicate, he loves tracing gentle patterns on your hips when he's fucking you, always grabbing them to push himself deeper inside.
c= cum (anything to do with cum basically)
he's a sucker for watching his cum paint your body; your ass, your stomach, your chest. he wants to cover you in himself, marking you as his.
d= dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
he likes it when you take control. he wouldn't admit it out loud but he enjoys when you boss him around from time to time. he's always your protector, your soldier- sometimes he wants to be taken care of.
e= experience (how experienced are they? do they know what their doing?)
he's definitely been with his fair share of women, and knows exactly how to keep you pleased in the bedroom. but he would never want to talk about past partners with you, always making sure you knew you were his one and only.
f= favorite position (this goes without saying)
he loves when you're on top. he gets to sit back and watch your body sink onto him, feeling every part of you with his roaming hands. but he likes the control that comes with it as well, being able to hold your hips in place and fuck up into you at whatever pace he desires. what's not to like?
g= goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he’s the goofiest goofball to ever exist. although he has a different kind of humor when it comes to sex. it’s a tad darker and a whole lot dirtier.
kili would have you pinned against a wall in a more hidden hall of erebor with two thick fingers knuckles deep inside you. curling them in a spot that had you moaning out profanities only to be hushed by his hand on your mouth. "shh it's no fun if we get caught." his voice would sound so seductive and playful and he would be smiling deviously as he shot you a quick wink.
h= hair (how well groomed are they?)
i get the impression he’s probably not very groomed if at all. let’s be real. but the more wild the better, you just can't get enough. he’s covered in hair, the longer wavy locks on his head, his furry chest, and the unruly mane at the base of his cock.
i= intimacy (how are they during the moment?)
i think he strives to be romantic. not just in bed but always. he feels so lucky to be loved by you that he’s made it his life’s mission to shower you in affection. we love a man who yearns. but of course this means that he always makes you feel loved during sex.
placing a gentle hand on your cheek and cradling your face as you ride him pulling your gaze down to his. “you are everything to me” his sudden sweet words causing you to relax further onto him. “i’ll never stop loving you” his words bringing you both to the edge of your pleasure, eyes locked on one another and hearts full.
j= jack off (masturbation headcannon)
he's a busy boy and doesn't have a lot of time to pleasure himself but it does happen occasionally. although, most of the time if he's in the mood it usually just ends with you in his bed.
k= kink (one or more of their kinks)
overstimulation!! he is pretty much obsessed with making you cum. he's competitive and a lover boy- the two qualities merging together and brining out a side of him that relishes in your all consuming pleasure. he would get off on making you finish multiple times in a row until you were almost crying for him to stop, his ego swelling with the power he has over you.
l= location (favorite places to do the do)
he's really into fucking you in semi-public places, the thrill of it is undeniable. but when it comes to his favorite place to have sex, it has to be your bed. there's just nothing better than being able to take you exactly how he wants with as much time as he needs. switching positions and being able to hear you moan for him is a must for kili.
m= motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
nearly everything about you turns kili on, but his absolute weakness is when you kiss his neck. as soon as your lips are on his jaw he's practically whimpering your name.
n= no (something they wouldn't do)
he never wants to be too rough on you. when he's in the right mood he'll enjoy the occasional smack to your ass or a tight hold on your throat but anything more than that is a no for him. he can't stand the idea of causing you any sort of pain.
o= oral (preference in giving or receiving)
this is truly 50/50
he will NEVER deny seeing you on your knees for him, but when kili finds himself between your legs he'll stop at nothing to absolutely devour you. every. single. time. spreading your legs as far as he can and making an absolute mess of you, finding satisfaction in your pleasure.
p= pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)
he can do both.
he's typically very loving and caring during sex. slow deep thrusts and sensual kisses all over your body wanting to show you how much you mean to him.
but I do think there's a big part of him that likes to be a little bit aggressive with you, especially when he's fresh from battle. his adrenaline pumping and the need to dominate still on his brain. he would return to your bed chamber wasting no time undressing you both, pushing you onto the bed on your hands and knees. kneading the flesh of your backside in his palms while he pushes into you abruptly and completely, muttering dirty things as he tugs on your hair, “always so wet for me” “you’re such a whiney little thing, did you miss me darling?”.
q= quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often? etc.)
quickies excite him. the idea of having you where he wants to, when he wants to really gets him going. he'll take any opportunity to pull you aside and get his hands on you. bonus points if he's annoyed or angry about something and you let him take out his frustrations with a quick fuck.
r= risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
he's a huge risk taker in every aspect of his life, addicted to the adrenaline rush of preforming under pressure, it definitely makes your sex life exciting. let's just say he's good at keeping you on your toes.
s= stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last? etc.)
i think he could last pretty long if he wanted to, but he doesn't often care to try. he'd rather succumb to the pleasure of feeling you wrapped around him. coming undone and then spending some time between your legs to work himself up for a second round.
t= toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or on themselves?)
toy options aren't vast for the two of you but you had dabbled in the world of restraints and blindfolds. he's open minded in the bedroom and willing to try anything you throw his way.
u= unfair (how much they like to tease)
biggest tease on middle earth. sometimes he doesn't even mean to tease you, he just always has to be touching you. you're like two teenagers who can't keep their hands to themselves.
he would be seated next to you while you joined the company for a meal, letting his hand softly rest on your knee playing with the hem of your dress. as time went on he would trail his hand up and up until it found it's way to your inner thigh. he would dance his fingertips on your bare skin inching closer to your core making your breath hitch in your throat. he would be wearing a smirk so big fili would ask him what was so funny.
v= volume how loud are they? what sounds they make, etc.)
our boy kili is vocal. i'm talking a groaning, muttering, whimpering mess under your touch. he rarely tried to hold back letting you know how good he felt when he was with you.
w= wildcard (a random headcannon for the character)
ears! ears! sensitive ears! being a dwarf, kili's ears are big and beautiful and oh so sensitive. you had a lot of fun with this, always using his reactivity tease him. you would be around the others and go to tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear letting your fingertips linger on the delicate skin, earning a challenging glare from him.
or you would use the sensitivity to drive him mad in bed. the two of you tangled in sheets, his body hovering over yours, thrusts growing lazy. you knew he was close causing you to reach a hand up to tangle in his hair but when your touch met his ear you could feel his movements quicken. the pathetic whimper that left his lips as you traced the cartilage of his ear had him burying his face in your neck as he finished.
x= x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
he's well endowed but not massive. the perfect size to stretch you out and fill you just right.
y= yearning (how high is their sex drive)
he is literally locked and loaded at all times of the day. all it would take is one slightly sultry gaze in his direction and he would find a way to sneak you somewhere private enough to whisper in your ear all of the things he has planned for you later.
z= zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
as stated earlier, kill adored after sex cuddles and often times that led to both of you falling asleep in each other's arms. there was hardly anything more comforting to him than your warm naked body melted into his, he couldn't help it if he dozed off in such a cozy position.
here's some of the best the hobbit/lotr fanfics I've read cuz they can be quite hard to find and I wanna help
will update the list as I read
edit (1st, Aug, 2025): okay so this post actually got quite popular honestly I never thought it would get this much attention but I'm very glad I managed to share some good fics and help these talented writers get more recognition! I have unfortunately stopped updating this list a while ago, not because I couldn't find any new fics but because I simply stopped reading them :/ I will probably come back one day but for now this is it. If anyone has some good recommendations feel free to suggest them in the comments!
Thorin
Smoke, iron and Thorin
Fire and Gold
Learning Khuzdul
Braid of Gold
Thorin being soft
The Beauty of Chance
Those Hands
Misunderstanding
The arrival
A king's crown
Covered In Steam
There's just inches in between us
Thorin after a long day of training with his nephews
In This Moment
Agreement
Symphony of your life
Oh so quiet
Confession
Find Your Way Back
Fili
fili oneshots
Moonrise
The Most Unpleasant, Defective, and Abominable Incident
Stay with me
The Redeemer
Durin's Garage
Restless
Lost My Way
Charcoal
Kili
The book keeper
insecurities
The beauty and the Beast
getting back at Kili for teasing
My Treasure
Madly in love
It's in his kiss
Love Bites
Sway With Me
Wood Carvings
Softly. . .
Sweet like nectar
A Shot in the Dark
Beorn
Early Mornings
Beorn takes care of you when you're injured
Linger
Legolas
Watcher of Wanderers
The Innocence of Brutality
Blessing
Sensitive
Being best friends with Legolas
Hazy Memories
Spellbound
Thranduil
Bookworm
Relax
Best friends father
Fascination
Flower On My Skin
To Meet Under the Stars
Passenger Princess
Autumn Thunderstorm
I Could Love You With My Eyes Closed
Haldir
Gentle Dark
Lindir
My Heart Is In Your Hands
Moonlight
Just a Little Help
Warriors Great Tales
The Fountain
Return to Me
Èomer
Burnt Bread
A Helping Hand
Wildest Dreams
Falling In Love With A Librarian
SFW alphabet
Happiness
A Roll in the Hay
Blessing
Turning Points
More characters
various characters oneshots
Imagine: elves having highly sensitive ears and you finding out by accidently touching them.
Journey to Erebor
Hair braiding
Elves + Braiding
What Type of Kisser is Each LoTR Character?
The Hobbit Characters + Physical Affection (Suggestive Version)
A Headcanon For Each Member of Thorin’s Company
Cuddling With Thorin's Company
Imagine some of the elves of Middle Earth find out how easy it is to make you (a human staying in Rivendell) blush and become aroused.
summary: declan makes you watch in the bathroom mirror as he shows you just how much he loves you
content: nsfw, 18+, here’s the fluff you’ve all been waiting for, followed by some major smut, intimate, body worship, praise, him calling you princess, fingering, penetration, possibly a little bit of breeding kink sprinkled in here [whoops], basically just declan being madly in love with you
author’s note: anon, you deserve jail time because this is the most lethal request i’ve ever received!! mirror sex is SO declan coded i nearly spit out my drink when i saw this. thank you so much for the suggestion holy shit.
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you were taking what felt like the hundredth bobby pin out of your hair and letting it fall around you're shoulders as you stared at your reflection in the bathroom mirror.
It felt nice to free your hair from the complicated updo it had been trapped in all night. your makeup was the next thing to come off as you reached to turn the sink on, giving it time to run and letting the water get warm.
you were all dolled up from a night of following declan around at a fancy network event. in fact, it was the first time you had joined him for something so public. declan was done feeling like he was hiding your relationship and convinced you to join him tonight, as his date. the two of you spent the evening sharing smitten giggles and innocent touches, and it felt nice not having to tiptoe around anymore.
you held your hand under the running water smiling to yourself at the thoughts swirling around in your head.
"what has you so giddy?" declan's curiosity interupted the silence of the room.
"nothing, just had a good night with you." you answered, looking up at the mirror to see him standing in the doorway.
he was still wearing his slacks but must have been in the middle of undressing seeing as though his white button up was completely undone and barely hanging on to his shoulders. his chest was exposed and you couldn't help but let your eyes wander, exploring the broad expanse of muscle that was covered in a coat of wild black curls.
"not as good as my night with you." he was pushing himself off the doorway as he spoke, a smile hanging on his lips.
"I didn't realize how much I'd like having you on my arm all night- gettin’ to show you off like that.”
in a few steps he was at your back wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his embrace.
"I think I might just have to bring you everywhere with me now."
his voice is muffled as his head fits into the crook of your neck. he places a small kiss to the top of your shoulder and you’re leaning back into the soft sensation of his lips.
"I'd like that." you giggle, half due to his absurd comment and the other half caused by the familiar tickle of facial hair on your skin.
with his arms holding you close and his chin resting on your shoulder, his gaze finds yours, making eye contact with you in the reflection of the mirror.
"I love you."
the words took their time floating from his lips. his gaze was tender and his voice was serious as he spoke.
"I love you too." you keep your eyes on him as you respond.
your heart was fluttering in your chest as you raised your hand to declan's face, pressing it gently to his cheek and smiling sweetly at him through the mirror.
"I hope you know how deeply I care for you."
he was continuing to shower you in kind words. you adored this side of declan– the affectionate side he kept hidden away from everyone except you.
"I want the whole world to know you're mine."
his voice is once again muffled as his lips find their way back to your shoulder.
"you're so beautiful."
he's placing a prolonged kiss to the nape of your neck and his eyes dart up to find yours in the mirror. the sight of him leaning into you, kissing you and looking up at your reflection, is enough to make you go weak in the knees. but it's his words that do you in. with the compliment, your breath catches in your throat- the sound unmistakable. your sudden reaction has declan lightly chuckling, his laugh purring into your skin.
“so so beautiful.”
he lands another gentle kiss on your shoulder.
“your eyes.”
a kiss to the curve of your neck.
“your smile.”
a kiss trailing up to your jaw.
“those lips.”
a kiss on your cheek.
“this body.”
he’s humming as he moves your hair just enough to place a kiss right behind your ear. his hands begin to feel their way up the curve of your waist as he speaks.
“i don’t think you even realize how fuckin’ gorgeous you are.” his whisper is low in your ear.
you're stunned by the electricity flowing through you at his touch; unable to think, unable to speak and unable to move as you keep your eyes trained ahead, watching him intently.
you can’t see his hands anymore, instead you feel them at your back unzipping your dress.
as soon as the zipper meets the end of its track he's assisting the loose material and sliding it right down your body. given the fit of the dress you had opted out of wearing a bra, and judging by the look in his eyes, declan very much approves of your decision.
“look at you.”
his voice was hypnotic in your ear. he sounded so obsessed– so in love.
his lips were at your ear and his eyes were still staring into yours. now that your body was exposed in front of him he couldn’t help but let his stare fall to the reflection of your chest.
“god, just look at you my love.”
his hands are back on your body, running over your abdomen and up to your breasts.
“so fuckin’ perfect.” the words are strained as he holds your body in his hands, hungry to feel every single inch of you.
“i want you to watch yourself while i touch you.”
his breath on your neck was warm and the words on his tongue laced with scalding hot desire.
“i want you to see what i see.”
you watch in the mirror as one his his hands stays at your chest, the other trailing down the front of your body to the hem of your underwear– the last piece of clothing left on you.
“how perfect you are.”
he’s pulling the material down your thighs and you’re helping to kick them off as he seduces you with nothing but his voice.
“how unbelievably sexy you look when you’re coming for me.”
with that you feel his touch between your legs, fingers immediately finding the sensitive spot at the apex of your thighs. your stare is glued to your own reflection, eyelids heavy. the sight of declan’s hands on your body has you completely wound up, your body tense in anticipation.
“relax my love, i’ve got you.”
his tone is laced with affection. the look in his eyes is deeper than love or lust, its devotion. he’s completely and utterly devoted to you– committed to you; your body, your soul, your pleasure.
declan is fighting the urge to turn you around and pry your legs open on the bathroom counter and put his mouth on your sweet cunt. he knows your body like the back of his hand. he knows that he could have you coming undone in a matter of seconds with his tongue on your clit and his fingers curling into you, but he refrains. instead he keeps his position behind you, his fingers circling your clit at a gentle pace. he’s losing himself in the expression on your face, already so fucked-out for him. your leaning your head back and your eyes are drooping shut in pleasure, all from the touch of his fingertips.
he’s growling in awe of the way your body reacts to him.
“so pretty for me darlin’. always so pretty.”
the attentive strokes he's paying to your clit cause you to whimper. you're nearly squirming under his touch in need of more.
“that feel good?”
you’re mumbling out an “uh huh” with a nod of your head when you feel a finger seamlessly dipping into your entrance. you can’t stop the moan that tumbles out of your mouth and your eyes instinctively squeeze shut, the sudden fill of his thick digit sending pleasure coursing through your veins.
“open those eyes princess.”
he's admiring the warmth of your cunt- always so ready for him.
“wanna see you watch yourself while i play with you”
his words are absolutely filthy and you know he’s already aching to have you come on his fingers.
he's pushing a second into you, trying his best not to plunge them knuckles deep. he wanted to be gentle and deliberate tonight. he wanted you to feel how much he adored you.
you watched his hand in the mirror. two of his fingers were pressing into you and his palm was rubbing deliciously against your clit with each movement. his hand looked so big as it worked between your legs. you watched the way he filled you. your eyes followed the flex of his wrist, each movement simultaneously adding to the pressure building at your core. you grasped his forearm as the sudden curl of his fingers pushes at the plush warmth of your walls. you can't help the profanities that slip past your lips. remembering declan's directions, you fight to keep your eyes open and watching as he taunts you with pleasure.
you search the mirror for him, needing to find the deep brown of his eyes to tether you back to earth. you catch his stare and feel yourself relax into him. he hasn't taken his eyes off of you, not even for a second. he's drinking in the obscene way you're looking at his hand as it works to bring you closer to release; thinking about what thoughts must be going through your head.
"you like this don't you?"
the haze in your eyes as you look at him has declan's cock pulsing. he needs to see you come for him.
"wanna feel you come princess- wanna watch you."
his voice is a groan and he can't focus on anything other than the feeling of your cunt squeezing his fingers, pulling him in deeper.
"let me see it baby."
he's losing all control as he fucks his fingers into the same spot over and over again causing your eyelids to flutter.
"I can feel ya. so close for me."
he's using his words to coax the orgasm out of you and it's working. you feel the familiar sensation of your release at it's peak right before it comes crashing down.
"c'mon let me see those pretty eyes while you come."
you're obliging his request as your back arches against his body and you’re seizing under his touch.
"there she is." he's murmuring into your ear as he watches you chase the high of your release.
his fingers are still moving inside of you mercifully, to help lull you back into your body.
you're still coming down when you turn your head to catch his lips with yours. the kiss is raw, the connection between you feeling like a cloud of steam. you're losing your breath in the arousal consuming you, yet you need more.
"I need you." you pull back from the kiss long enough to mutter the words through a breathless whisper.
he's crashing his lips back on yours at the confession.
his hands work to remove his pants while yours find the thin material of his dress shirt, tugging at it- wordlessly begging him to take it off.
then he's completely undressed behind you and you turn your head back to face the mirror. you reach your hand back to trace down his body, the warmth of his skin against yours feeling like a sweet reward.
you're raking your eyes down his naked figure when his arms wrap back around your waist in a gentle gesture of love and contentment.
you stand like that for a second. both of you admiring your reflection; two bodies holding one another in adoration, finding solace in the others arms.
"I love you." this time it's you who says it first.
"I want you." then you’re speaking from a place of greed, trailing your hand lower on his body while the words leave your lips.
he grabs your wrist before your hand can reach for his length.
"I know princess I know." his words sound almost mocking as he guides his cock to meet the slick opening of your slit.
"does my sweet girl wanna watch while I fuck her?"
his dick is throbbing at your entrance but he doesn't push it in yet, he's looking at you in the mirror, waiting for a response to his question.
instead of speaking, you nod your head and bite down on the swollen flesh of your bottom lip.
declan couldn't handle it; seeing you like this for him. it didn't matter that he had you in his bed every single night, he would never be able to get over the sight of you all needy for him. your eyes were clouded, your cheeks were flush from your recent orgasm, your hair was all messy and your cunt was dripping; all for him.
he let himself find refuge in the sweet clench of your walls as he pushed his cock into you. his hands find your hips pulling you back into him to fill you completely.
you take his hold on your hips as a signal to brace the countertop in front of you. your fingertips dig into the granite as you lean forward and push yourself back to meet his thrusts.
what was just a beautiful scene of two people admiring their love in the reflection in front of them was now a display of pure animalistic desire. you were both watching; each other, yourselves, the tight grip of your hands on the counter, the veins in declan's forearms as he gripped your hips, the place where your bodies connected. it was like a predator eyeing their prey, only it was unclear who took on which role. you were feeding off of declan's moans; the confidence of the evening going straight to your head as you continued to bounce back into declan's cock, sheathing it entirely inside of you with every thrust.
he was on another planet, the only thing tying him to reality was his hold on your hips. he was plunging into you at an ungodly pace, going deeper and deeper and watching your face contort in pleasure. both of you were making the most perverse sounds as the aura of pleasure built around you.
"so pretty baby." his voice is close to a whine.
you feel yourself nearing the edge yet again at his words. his voice is so desperate, and you love when he gets like this; when the tough guy facade goes out the window and he's nothing but a whimpering mess. hearing him lose his composure only surges your confidence. you're arching your back and squeezing your cunt around him as declan buries himself even deeper into you.
"god I'm close." he's panting out with each thrust.
"where do you want it baby?"
you recognize what he's asking and you know exactly how to answer.
"I want you to come inside." your voice is a sultry whimper as you bore your eyes deep into the reflection of his.
"please."
the added plea makes a groan escape from deep within declan's throat.
"oh fuck princess."
if he was almost whining earlier, he was definitely whining now.
"gonna fill you up real nice baby."
his voice lowered to a dark whisper as he grabs tight on your hips, pulling you back to meet him in hard, swift movements.
"fuck- gonna make you feel so good." he's groaning and his fingertips are pushing into your skin.
it's the way he's speaking to you and the feeling of his cock hitting that same spot deep inside time after time that has you chanting out declan's name as another wave of satisfaction crashes over your body.
your pussy is gripping and gushing around declan and he's succumbing to his relief alongside you. the hot spurts of his release filling you and causing you both to moan in unison.
his grip on your hips loosens and he’s once again wrapping his arms around you, enveloping you in safety and comfort. you’re leaning fully into him, the intimacy of him still being inside of you causing a delighted smile to form on your lips. you're still looking at each other in the mirror ahead.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to you bein’ mine." he's matching your fulfilled expression with a little smirk of his own and pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head.
