Thanks to the lovely responses to my poll, I shall give this another go then this year!
As always, the list will be updated with pairings as we go along, and you're very welcome to send in suggestions/requests (that I might or might not accept. At this point, I've done enough prompt lists to have worked up a good catalogue of characters and pairings)
In general, that means no Hobbits except Bilbo/Thorin, no humans except Faramir/Éowyn or Boromir/OC (and also only if @scyllas-revenge asks), no Fíli/Ori, no dwarf incest)
The prompt list this year comes from @cilil and can be found here.
Whenever possible (or desired), I'll add some prompts from @tolkienpinupcalendar's list as well. It can be found here.
Thank you, friend!
Prompts will be under the cut!
handcuffs ⎮ remote control (& 17 Immobilisation) Thorin x Bilbo
choking ⎮ humiliation/degradation (& 7 Non-penetrative sex)- Glorfindel x Erestor for @amorbidcorvid
service kink ⎮ orgy (& 25 Face slapping) - Finrod x Celegorm x Curufin (with a hint of human servant)
massaging ⎮ tender sex - Boromir x OC (continuation of this story)
chastity ⎮ telepathy (& 21 Monsterfucking) - Ori x Maglor for my husband
cnc ⎮ rimming (& 16 Sex Contracts)- Maeglin x Mairon for @elennalore
intoxication ⎮ outdoor sex (& 19 Bukkake)- Finrod x Maedhros x Fingon
pain play ⎮ orgasm control (& 28 Painful sex) - Annatar x Celebrimbor
oviposition, sounding, blood play, omegaverse, fucking machine, tentacles, hypnosis, hate fucking & writer’s choice (& 31 Free Space) Voyeurism- Námo x Vairë x the sons of Fëanor
I never thought that you and I would ever meet again
Ah, an experiment. A longer fic, in-universe, for The Hobbit. Shameless mix of movie and book canon when it comes to ages, a bit vague on timelines.
This fic will contain blood, injury, eventual smut, lots of overly dramatic scenes, emotional hurt, you name it
When Erebor fell, Ulvhild saved an orphaned baby, who would grow up to become a major source of worry and pain. She was on the verge of fulfilling all her dreams, but Thorin's quest and subsequent misunderstandings have left her bereft. On the road once more with the sister she thought she'd lost, she ends up in a place she'd never thought she'd see again. Both dams need to face their past...and the men they'd left for dead .
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I never thought that you and I would ever meet again
My dearest @mithrilhearts. You and me until the world goes up in flames, right? <3
Prompts: Desk Sex (Authority kink/power imbalance & throne sex)
Pairing: Bilbo x Thorin
Words: 565
Warnings: anal play, anal sex, nudity, desk sex
“Thorin, you really should take a…”
Bilbo fell silent as soon as he’d crossed the threshold of the small, dark room the King under the Mountain stubbornly claimed was a perfectly appropriate office.
Looking up pointedly, the newly restored regent set aside the magnifying lens he used to read the tiny script of one of his Blue Mountain correspondents slowly. “I was just about to take a break. How good of you to join me.”
There was something so seductively smouldering in his gaze and voice that the Hobbit promptly felt his ears and cheeks warm up treacherously.
Bilbo had yet to see Thorin sit on his actual throne—he’d been recovering from his grievous injuries until recently, and the restoration and repair crews had not cleared the throne room thus far—but he couldn’t imagine that his beloved could have cut a more alluringly impressive figure on that ancestral seat of power than he did behind the massive oaken desk.
When Thorin braced his broad hands against the littered papers and drew himself up carefully, his future consort felt his knees turn to jelly.
“Or did you need something else from me?” the dwarf asked, his voice heavy with unmistakable mischief. “Why don’t you come here and assist me?”
Bilbo hesitated, prompting a gentle reminder that this was an order from his king rather than a polite invitation.
In the Shire, nobody would have dared speak to Bilbo in that tone, and the titillating irreverence only stoked the fire, spreading from his soft belly to his quivering legs.
“Is that so?” he gasped even as his feet started moving towards the throne of wisdom and wood he’d so admired only a moment prior.
“I know you’re not partial to this chamber,” Thorin hummed as he caught Bilbo by the wrist and tugged him behind the desk resolutely. “However, I think I know a way to reconcile you with it.”
“As your obedient and devoted subject,” Bilbo teased, letting himself be crowded against the solid slab of old oak behind him, “I must insist that you don’t overexert yourself, my liege.”
Chuckling softly, Thorin swept aside the letters he’d been working on and waved an inviting hand at the free space.
“Another order?” Bilbo grinned but hopped onto the tabletop willingly enough.
When Thorin’s lips descended upon his impish face with all the authority of a true-born leader and his hands spread Bilbo’s thighs wide enough to step into the gap, the mouthy adventurer soon gave up on jesting and jeering.
Often, Bilbo reminded his better half that paperwork and diplomatic relationships were as important as fearless warfare and unshakeable loyalty, and so he truly felt as if he was being spread out and undressed leisurely on a throne rather than just an ancient escritoire.
He heard the discreet scratching of a drawer being opened, and then Thorin’s thick, steady fingers were working him open with something Bilbo could only hope was lube and not age-old ink.
“Careful,” he warned again as Thorin fumbled with the countless clasps and fastenings of his heavy garments before lining himself up against his lover’s welcomingly warm body.
“Would you prefer I sit in my chair?” Thorin whispered as he lifted Bilbo’s legs onto his shoulders and pushed into him steadily, hitting every sweet spot just right.
“Stubborn dwarf,” Bilbo cursed and lost himself in this wonderful, royal homecoming.
❅ I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know - 10k - Bilbo/Thorin, Ori x OC, Thranduil x wife, Fíli & Kíli (with art) (with a bonus smut chapter) for @daughterofdurin
Secret Stockings 2025
❅ And I caught you, and I kissed you... - 1k - M - Thuringwethil x Ungoliant for @saintstars
❅ Don't talk about me - 1k - M - Anairë x Nerdanel for @between-thepages
❅ Of bunnies and kittens - 1k - T - Gothmog & Sauron
❅ Haunt me! - 1k - M - Fëanor x Fingolfin
❅ L'ombre de ton ombre, l'ombre de ta main - 1k - M - Fingon x Maedhros
❅ For King and Country - 2k - T - Gothmog x Eönwë for @ms-trash-panda
❅ The fountain of youth - 5k - E - Turgon x Finrod for @annarobots
❅ In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet - 10k - E - Haleth x Caranthir for @elentarial
❅ Be a man - 2k - M - Fingon x Maedhros for @between-thepages
Haleth loses a bet, Caranthir loses a fraternal dispute. They're forced into a blind date...with each other.
Alas, they once knew one another only too well...
Prompts: high school/college sweethearts, “come here”, date night gone wrong, semi-public sex, abduction, Thinking Bout You – Frank Ocean
Pairing: Haleth x Caranthir
Words: 3 305
Warnings: vaginal sex, heartache, penetrative sex, sex in a restaurant
“So, about that bet you lost…”
Haleth stared at her friend, feigning innocence and ignorance. “What?”
Of course, she remembered the foolish wager she’d made and deplorably lost, but she’d hoped that the other woman would forget about it in time.
“Listen, I’m not a monster. I organised a date for you.”
Even though she very much didn’t like the sound of that, Haleth kept her mouth shut and her demeanour calm as she listened to the other’s long-winded explanations.
“As far as I know, he’s not only handsome but also has a good job in finance…”
“So what’s the catch?” Haleth jeered; she loved and trusted this specific friend enough not to be overly worried that she’d end up spending the evening with a serial killer.
Moreover, Haleth was certain that she could defend herself well enough if the situation turned dicey.
“He’s known to be…critical. I fear he’s not very social, and his friends and siblings are getting a little worried about him. Sounds lonely, don’t you think?”
“Very well,” Haleth said, relieved that it would take so little to get rid of the looming debt she’d made inadvertently. “I’m in. I can never resist the attempt to save a basket case. Where are we to meet and what should I wear?”
Haleth was by no means a vain woman, but she didn’t want to show up in athleisure to a fancy restaurant, or—on the contrary—be caught wearing a cocktail dress in a hole in the wall.
“As I said, he’s a man of good taste,” her friend squeaked. She’d evidently not expected Haleth to agree so readily. “So, I’d say go with something elegant and classic.”
“Stuffy, you mean?” Haleth teased while already mentally browsing through her limited formal wardrobe.
“Friday?”
“Friday works for me, yeah,” Haleth sighed and motioned at the fridge behind them. “Get me another beer and explain how and why I get this questionable honour.”
For the next two hours, she listened to her devious companion as she drew the portrait of a profoundly misunderstood loner with dark hair and beautiful eyes.
“I’ve seen one picture of him, and I can promise you that he’s quite the looker.”
Shrugging, Haleth reiterated her position on good looks as she’d done a thousand times before. She did not care about the appearance of a man as long as he was kind, interesting, and courteous.
“Like, I’m not saying you should sleep with him,” her friend drawled, swinging her own drink around recklessly. “Nevertheless, I definitely think that it could benefit both of you to let loose a little bit.”
Ah, Haleth thought, now we get to the crux of the matter. Her friends believed her to be unduly picky when it came to sexual and romantic partners, which was—all things considered—a fair assessment.
Alas, they didn’t know that she was still nursing a broken heart, because she never spoke about the one she’d left after college and had regretted ever since.
Looking up and down the deserted street, Caranthir couldn’t help the queasy feeling in his gut from turning into pull-blown wariness.
Something was wrong.
He should, of course, have known better. Why would Celegorm and Curufin invite him to go out with them if they hadn’t hatched out some unholy plan to denigrate and shame him?
He was about to turn around and go back home when he was wrenched into a grimy alley by four strong arms.
“Unhand me,” Caranthir yelled, relieved that his voice was strong and unwavering despite the shock thrumming through his limbs like lightning. “Don’t you know who my father is? I shall not be abducted so easily. Also, nobody will pay a ransom for me; they’ll hardly notice that I’m missing. They might even welcome it, come to think about it further.”
“Don’t be silly,” Celegorm’s suave voice resounded. “We wouldn’t pay a ransom for you because we’d come and free you, of course. Also, we know perfectly well who your father is.”
Mortified, Caranthir whirled around.
“You wound my heart,” Curufin drawled, his eyes growing wide and wet on command. “Abduction! How can a devoted sibling’s love be given such a terrible, defamatory name?”
Baring his teeth in annoyance, Caranthir let them steer him through the alley and down another, much better-visited street until they stopped outside a neat, rather elegant restaurant.
“Not your usual kind of eatery,” he commented disobligingly.
Celegorm merely sucked his teeth at this feeble attempt at riling him up. “Indeed not,” he then agreed freely. “Good thing then that I don’t intend to have dinner here.”
“Neither do I,” Caranthir spat, even though he had very much planned to do so in the near future. Nevertheless, he didn’t see the sense in admitting that resolution to his wayward, insolent brothers.
“Well, that is tough luck,” Curufin jeered. “You have a reservation in…” He checked his expensive wristwatch flippantly. “5 minutes. I’m sure your date is already waiting for you.”
“Unlike other savages, you certainly wouldn’t want to be late, would you?” Celegorm added in a disgustingly saccharine tone.
“My what now?” Caranthir screeched, digging his hands into his pockets to keep himself from trying to strangle his brothers. “What have you done?”
“Ah, it’s a long story. Let’s just say, we were confronted with a challenge—finding a date for some sharp-tongued lady—and we took the matter very seriously.”
“Did you? Did you really? Or did you just sacrifice your own brother in a last-ditch effort not to forfeit?” Caranthir said, ice-cold mockery dripping from every word he spoke.
Cackling good-humouredly, the sinister henchmen with whom he shared blood and history scampered away merrily, leaving Caranthir exactly 3 minutes to get to the table that had been booked in his name.
As the waiter took him to a secluded corner of the main room, though, the unwitting gallant’s blood ran cold.
There, scrolling through her phone slowly, sat his ex-girlfriend, who was the love of his life.
“Yeah, that fits,” Haleth groaned as she looked up, only to see the man she’d left so many years ago. “Tall, handsome, and ill-tempered.”
“Good evening to you, too,” Caranthir replied stiffly, going as far as to insinuate a bow.
He’d always been laughably formal, and Haleth at once remembered why she’d fallen for that odd, charming amalgamation of a hot temper and a soft heart so irreversibly.
“I guess it’s true when they say that you always meet twice,” she said, motioning at the empty chair on the other side of the small, intimate table they’d been granted. “Sit, Moryo. We have a duty to fulfil, and I shall not defect.”
“Neither will I,” he declared haughtily.
Once he was seated, though, his mien softened. “How have you been, Haleth?”
She grimaced expressively.
“I achieved what I set out to do,” she then replied evasively.
“And now, you’re back in town. Didn’t think of giving me a ring, though, did you?”
“Only a million times,” she admitted, swirling the little stirrer through her half-empty cocktail glass pensively. “But what good would that have done? What was I to say?”
He shrugged. To anyone else, it might have translated as dispassion or even disinterest, but Haleth knew better. He was also still hurting.
They’d had a good run in college, nobody could deny that, but she’d ended up leaving the city to seek her fortune elsewhere, and he’d been unwilling or unable to go with her.
Thus had ended a love story such as the world had rarely seen before, and Haleth hadn’t stopped regretting his absence for a single day in the intervening years.
Of course, she wouldn’t admit as much to him. Why reopen old wounds?
Neither one of them could turn back time and change their younger selves’ minds, so she might as well keep her sorrow and remorse to herself.
“I’d have loved to hear from you,” Caranthir said in a voice that sounded unexpectedly earnest and open.
Mayhap, Haleth considered with a jolt of surprise, he’d grown and matured beyond the stubborn, hot-headed, passionate fool she’d loved so endlessly.
“I didn’t think that it would have been fair to hit you up…after all these years,” she confessed.
“Why not? No hard feelings—I understand why you had to leave, and I’ve ever wished you only the best.”
Haleth’s brows drew together in an unequivocal expression of disbelief.
“Perhaps not at the very first, but soon enough,” he amended his initial phrasing. “I’m glad to hear that things have worked out well for you. So, are you just passing through or…”
“No,” Haleth confessed. “I moved back here. Officially, I’m spearheading an expansion project, but I owe you the truth.”
She took a deep breath, emptied her glass in one long gulp, and looked him straight in the eye.
“This is the place I’ve been happiest,” she said in a halting, throaty voice. “And I’ve missed it.”
“It?” Caranthir asked sharply. “Or me?”
“Both,” she conceded.
Struck dumb by that admission, Caranthir stared at her for a few breathless seconds.
“I’d have thought that a woman like you wouldn’t encounter any problems finding someone to replace grumpy, cold me,” he then quipped self-deprecatingly.
“Never,” Haleth laughed, throwing her head back in unguarded, unabashed hilarity. “There’s nobody who could compare. How dull, dumb, and dilettantish any other man has struck me. No, there was you, and it was beyond what words could describe. And then, there was your absence…”
“I hope it didn’t ail you,” he said hastily, reaching out instinctively to cradle her strong fingers against his palm.
Before he could retreat, humiliated by his faux pas, she’d intertwined her digits with his.
“It was like losing a limb,” she confessed in a low, uncertain voice. “Painful and traumatic. And then, the agony faded into a constant throbbing. The worst was the phantom pain—the wonderful dreams that only revealed themselves to have been nightmares upon waking. But enough about my mistakes and regrets; it’s in the past. How have you been?”
“I have been kidnapped by my brothers only tonight,” Caranthir grumbled. “They’re all in good health and even better spirits.”
“Good,” Haleth replied curtly. “I care nought about their well-being right now. How are you, dear?”
“Overworked, under-stimulated, and profoundly lonely,” he sighed. “The usual, I guess.”
The corners of his mouth drooped before quirking. “I shall have to thank my brothers for forcing me into an arranged, blind date. Had they known that it was you, they wouldn’t have been able to resist making crude insinuations, so I know that this must be a genuine stroke of fate.”
“A good one, I hope,” Haleth said, looking suddenly insecure. She’d said too much, bared her soul too openly, and she was desperately trying to pull her walls back up.
“The best,” he assured her. “I’m not too proud to admit that I’ve been surveying the horizon since the day you packed up and left in hopes that you’d come back one day. It pleases me to hear that you have not forgotten me, for I have been nursing the wound you’ve dealt me without much success for the last years as well.”
Despite its excellent reviews, the restaurant started to be rather disappointing as nobody had even tried to approach them with the menu thus far.
“Come here,” Haleth whispered, cocking one finger beckoningly.
Caranthir leaned forward instantly.
“They have a charming garden in the back. In summer, they must serve food out there, but it’s presently deserted. How about we take a stroll out there together?”
He knew the devious gleam in her eyes only too well, and his throat grew dry and tight with longing as he recognised the undiluted lust radiating from her in tangible waves.
Thus, he could only nod and follow her as she leapt to her feet and dashed towards the lavatory, taking a sharp left at the last moment and pushing open the door to the veranda.
As soon as she felt the cool night air caress her skin, Haleth raced towards the decorative fountain in the corner of the small, fenced garden.
It was plunged in shadow and mystery—exactly what she wanted and needed.
For a second, she wondered whether she was making a mistake; so much time had passed, and they had indubitably changed in unfathomable ways in the meantime.
And then, Caranthir’s comparatively slender frame—all long, elegant limbs and alluring firmness—slammed into her, pressing her against the trellis.
When his lips found the curve of her mouth, he felt, at the same time, exactly as she remembered and yet entirely different.
Maybe it was the superior quality of his casual suit or the discreet expansion of the sleek, wiry muscles trembling under her searching fingers, but Haleth could undeniably sense that he’d evolved.
Then again, the tiny, breathy sounds escaping him in irregular spurts stirred up memories she’d tried so hard to repress and erase.
Her whole body came alive, and she arched into his embrace demandingly.
Of course, this kind of behaviour was absurd—they were accomplished professionals now and risking exposure and public shame for a doomed intermezzo was beyond idiotic.
And yet, Haleth moaned softly as her fitted, dark brown dress was pushed upwards, revealing her only set of fancy lingerie.
Feeling the thin, smooth lace, Caranthir gasped. “I thought you hated that kind of underwear,” he murmured, audibly stunned.
“Impulse buy,” she confessed. “Never worn before.”
“Did you think of me when you bought it?” Caranthir husked, driving himself as insane with want as her by delving into that kind of lewd banter.
“The thought might have crossed my mind, yeah,” Haleth chuckled darkly as she let her hand travel up his leg until she could cup the firm ridge distending the fine fabric eagerly.
The explosive groan with which he rewarded her for her shameless forwardness was music to her ears—Haleth hadn’t forgotten how vocal and loud Caranthir could be, and she was delighted that this hadn’t changed.
“Do you really want…here?” he sounded flustered, scandalised, and excited in equal measures.
“This ludicrous date night is an ephemeral, enchanted portal to a life we’ve lost,” she purred.
“One you gave up,” he corrected sternly.
“It would be such a shame to let it dissolve unexploited, no?”
Her mind felt hazy, and all she was sure of anymore was that she’d never respected, desired, or loved anyone half as much as she’d adored this monument of sharp wit and reluctant sentimentality pressing against her now.
“Despite everything,” she went on, trying to convince herself as much as she sought to sway her potential lover, “we were always good at this.”
And it was true—they’d had lots of passionate, toe-curling, mind-numbing sex during their college days.
What difference would one more imprudent, impassionate indiscretion in a deserted decorative garden make in the grand scheme of their lives?
Finally, Caranthir seemed to have come to a conclusion.
“Go ahead then,” he whispered, half-dreading that it had all just been a lark, or that he’d wake up, drenched in sweat and tears, in a painfully empty room.
Even though he sometimes felt that he remembered every second spent at Haleth’s side with torturous clarity, he was still surprised at how effortlessly her movements still were.
It was as if she’d never left. Her hands were steady and fearless as they undid his trousers just enough for his erection to spring free.
And then, those strong, intrepid fingers were wrapped around him, coaxing the most undignified, needy sounds from his parched throat.
“I missed you,” he said, entirely out of context.
“I know,” she grinned. “I can feel that.”
Caranthir wanted to be vexed, but during their relationship, his propensity for jealousy and possessiveness had been a cause for tension more than once, so he knew that he had no leg to stand on.
Feeling an odd sense of urgency, he let his own fingers dance along the fine lace covering her mound once more and was amazed and delighted to learn that the flimsy fabric was positively soaked.
Of course, he still had reservations. During the long years since Haleth’s heartbreaking departure, he’d often imagined what he’d say and do if he ever got the chance to meet her again.
Ravaging her haphazardly in the backyard of some swanky restaurant hadn’t been part of that fantasy, but her nimble, teasing ministrations had reduced his resistance to ashes.
He felt like a starving wretch, dragging his emaciated body through the dust to make it to a haven of peace and plenty—if she didn’t take pity on him soon, he’d combust where he stood.
The seconds ticked by like silent warnings; they’d deserted their table, and, before long, someone would necessarily come out to look for them.
When he reached up to cup her cheek, all the words of desperate, unquenched affection brimming up within him burning on his tongue, Haleth gave him an impatient hiss and slung her hand around the back of his neck to pull him closer.
Colliding with her like a meteor crashing into an unyielding planet, Caranthir read the signs of her trembling body and bent his knees.
“This is not over,” he promised as he surged into her smoothly.
Her body clenched around the intrusion, and his heart skipped a beat. It felt like coming home after a long, wearying journey. It was perfect.
Holding her up as he thrust into her with selfish abandon, Caranthir felt tears gather in the corners of his eyes, but he refused to let them spill over and ruin the moment.
Even after all these years, his body recalled the angle, the speed, and the amount of additional friction that had made her come undone so beautifully.
His mind shut off as the visceral instinct took over.
Clawing at his neck, Haleth gave small, muted screams of pure pleasure that drove him ever on.
“Faster,” she commanded.
By the time they’d caught their breath, cleaned up as well as they could, and rearranged their clothing, someone had ostentatiously placed the glossy leather menus on their abandoned table.
“You’re still flushed,” Haleth grinned, thoroughly enjoying the shockwaves of warmth and welcome soreness flickering through her body.
“Well, this was rather a surprising turn of events, wouldn’t you agree?” Caranthir replied coolly, sipping the overpriced white wine he so loved.
“I’d apologise if I didn’t know that you’ve enjoyed it,” she grinned. “You were always much more adventurous than you let people believe.”
“I was not,” he contradicted. “I am not. It’s you—it’s always been you who’s brought out that side of me.”
“Are you trying to flatter me?”
She could see various replies go through his head, but he didn’t verbalise any of them.
“I loved you,” he finally stated, draining his drink in one go. “And, if this evening has proved anything at all, it’s that I didn’t delude myself. You really are the only one who can make me feel and act like that.”
“Like what?” Haleth asked in a forcibly light tone.
“Like them,” he groaned. “When I’m with you, my brothers suddenly seem much less absurd and insane.”
“Are they here?” she asked, trying hard to sound casual. “I’ve only ever seen them on videochats.”
“Some,” Caranthir admitted grudgingly. “Do you want to meet them? I’m almost certain that two of them are in the immediate vicinity.”
“Probably with my terribly wicked friend, yeah,” Haleth agreed. “Why not?”
“Let’s eat first, though,” Caranthir grinned and reached into the inside pocket of his jacket to extract a shiny plastic card. “Lifted this one from Tyelko. I’m sure, as this was his plot, he won’t mind covering our dinner.”
“Adventurous, as I said,” Haleth cackled.
➜ Masterlist
@yearoftheotpevent here's the September fic for you!
