ft. my lame attempts at humor
in this house we stan bagginshield
TW: joking about death, brief mention of the ‘Birds and the Bees talk’
(modern girl in middle earth)
((target audience: teen reader))
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thorin and bilbo had started courting a little after rivendell
partly thanks to your nagging and suggestive comments
they had already “parented” you on the quest
thorin being overly protective
making sure you are trained sufficiently in weapons
instructing other company members to watch you during fights if he is unable to
thorin doesn’t trust men so you best believe when you are in Laketown you don’t leave his sight
braiding your hair
tickling you when you’re grumpy or pouty so he can see that “adorable smile of yours”
draping his heavy fur coat over your shoulders when it gets chilly
his hugs are the best
you feel so safe and warm and loved
you love to bury your face in his fur coat and breathe in his scent of smoke and pine trees
and then there is bilbo during the quest
he definitely mothers you
pushing you behind him during a fight, covering you with his shaking arm
he makes you eat your vegetables and go to bed early
lending a listening ear and some good advice when things get rough
wiping food off your face that you didn’t notice with his handkerchief
cue: “BILBO STOPPPP”
sewing you clothes
bilbo is incredibly scandalized by the suggestive jokes you make involving him and thorin
(before rivendell) “now listen here young lady: i am not interested in thorin. i most certainly am not.”
to which you respond “mhm. sure.”
he then sputters indignantly and marches off
that one time you accidentally called thorin dad
the entire camp froze
your face turned beet red and thorin’s eyes looked ready to pop out of his head
you attempt to defuse the tension by saying “ummm,, haha gotcha!”
this gets a few awkward laughs and eventually it is forgotten
but not by thorin
he was actually touched and vows from this moment on to protect you and love you as best he can
or you, though no one brings it up
bilbo seeing you running around camp and hurriedly following after you
calling after you, “HEY, hey!! no running with swords young lady!”
they do not understand your gen z humor
thorin made you promise not to joke about wanting to die
because it is, in his words, “concerning and upsetting”
at BOTFA, bilbo tells you not to fight
because he couldn’t stand to see you hurt
of course, you didn’t listen
YES EVERYONE LIVES
when things have calmed down and everyone eventually gets settled into erebor
and after thorin and bilbo have been married yes you were the flower girl
they approach you one afternoon, both obviously anxious
they talk about how they have always wanted children
and thorin says he would be honored to be blessed with a daughter
they offer to adopt you if you want
and of course you accept
because these dwarves are your family
it is a beautiful ceremony
there isn’t a dry eye in the house
though dwalin will deny that until his dying day
it is almost like a wedding of sorts
a coming together, a creation of family
but you were always family, now it’s just official
fíli and kíli were always like older brothers to you
they give you piggy back rides down the halls of erebor
falling asleep curled up in fíli’s lap while he works on prince paperwork
you and kíli get together once a week to gossip
kíli calls it “tea time”
you regret teaching him modern slang
you call dís auntie, and sometimes namadaz’adad, which is khuzdul for aunt
oh she loves you so so so much
thorin giving you so many khuzdul nicknames
to name a few:
nathith (daughter)
nathithuth zé (my first daughter)
ghivashith (treasure that is young)
you know how gloin is? constantly bragging about his wife
yeah that’s how thorin and bilbo are with you
over enthusiastically yelling “THAT’S MY DAUGHTER!!!!!”
thorin and bilbo trying to give you The Talk
it is mortifying
it went something like this:
“well you see, it’s like the hammer and the anvil, one on top, one on the-“ “NO STOP THORIN PLEASE I BEG OF YOU”
thorin: “bilbo, i suppose dís would be more suited for this job”
bilbo: “dwalin can do it for all i care- as long as it isn’t us!”
you can’t look them in the eyes for a few days after that
oh they are so over-protective
dating? it’s... difficult to say the least
bilbo instructs nori to spy on the person you are interested in
thorin has many intimidating talks with them
dwalin makes sure to sharpen his axe in front of them
fili and kili make “subtle” threats
you are exasperated by all of this
but it’s okay
because they only want the very best for you
trying to cook birthday breakfast for bilbo with the help of fíli and kíli
but somehow the pancakes end up stuck to the ceiling
hey, it’s the thought that counts
having any mental health problems?
or maybe you’re just feeling down
you have a whole family of people ready to help you
and you are so very loved
✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷
small little bonus story
throwback to that one time bilbo was captured by trolls
and thorin instructed you to stay at camp while they went to get him
but you didn’t listen
surprise surprise
you wanted to prove yourself
plus you’ve never seen trolls before and well...
curiously killed the cat
except you didn’t die
though thorin’s yelling after the whole thing made you wish you had
after gandalf saved everyone, thorin immediately marched over to you while everyone else was exploring the troll cave
“I TOLD YOU TO STAY BEHIND AT CAMP!! ARE YOU INCAPABLE OF FOLLOWING DIRECTIONS?!! YOU COULD HAVE DIED!!” he roared
bilbo came up to him and tried to defend you, saying that yelling won’t help anything
to which you exhaled a sigh of relief- ‘thank god bilbo’s on my side to save me from thorin’s wrath’
turns out no
bilbo then rounded on you
he grabbed you bY THE EAR and dragged you back to camp
all the while scolding you for your recklessness
at camp, he sat you down on a rock and stood above you
shaking his finger and lecturing you on the importance of safety
there were lots of “do you understand?!”s
yes mom
while thorin stood SMUGLY behind him, silent with his arms crossed over his chest
nodding along and giving you the Dad Stare ™
thorin later came and apologized for yelling
and said it was only because he cares about you and couldn’t stand to lose you
YES YOU GUYS HUG
and maybe you cry a little bit
it’s nice to feel cared for
and boy are you cared for
My freinds and I trying to act normal when our parents walk in
Pairing: Ardeth Bay x Reader
Words: 12,609. Please do not hate me. I put markers to where you can stop and continue later
Warnings: Some pining. Little bit of angst. Definitely some fluff. And as you should know by now, smut. Unusual dirty talk in the sense that it is more romantic than dirty. Hopefully it gets you going though.
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This is a part two to my first smut fic here.
It made me so happy that the first fic went so well. I knew I needed to have a part two to my idea story concept I had made up. I hope you enjoy reading! Also I honestly don’t know if its a compass or a clock so I’m going with clock.
Warning: Their is still smut involved, choking, biting, degration, dirty talk, mentions of blood/gore, all in good fun of course. :) It’s still a porn with a plot so read the dinner to get to the dessert. Lol
Summary: You knew you had to see him again, but you weren’t sure when. After this first scare, you were left with a deep desire to see him again soon, hoping he at least felt the same. He still put up the facade that he despised you, but it was wearing rather thin. The next time he saw you again, how long could he be able to hold himself back? A man like him had a way of planning ahead.
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Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader, also Grandmaster’s daughter!Reader bc yes. (A little of implied Loki x Grandmaster ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ).
Summary: You take a liking on your father’s new guest and decide to play with him a little.
Warnings: SMUUUUTTT!! Oral sex, unprotected sex. A little bit of sassy!reader and nervous!Loki (does that even exists? omg, anyway exists here lol)
Stay til the end for a shitty bonus ehehehe.
Word count: 2,427.
A/N: SO SORRY IF IT SUCKS AND FOR ANY MISTAKE CAUSE I SPEAK FUCKING SPANISH! *cries* And gif’s not mine.
Tags: @steve-rogers-personal-hell
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summary: you’re being a little too bratty for peter’s liking, so he takes a leaf out of spider-man’s book and punishes you the first way that comes to mind.
warnings: smut; swearing, teasing, dirty talk, dom!peter, spitting, use of web-shooters, overstimulation, multiple orgasms.
word count: 5,468
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Me coming home after another unsucseful date to a house filled with cats and crushes on fictional characters
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Writer: There Was Only One Bed…
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Writer: So They Spooned All Night And The Brooding One Allowed Themselves To Feel Vulnerable For The First Time In Years And The Chirpy One Got Some Quality Snuggles
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Description: Reader is extremely horny and is waiting for Spencer to finally get back home to release her pent up sexual frustration while helping Spence relax after a long case.
Spencer Reid X (female) Reader
Category: smut (NSFW)
Rating: Explicit
Contents: Female masturbation, Oral (female receiving), Penetrative sex, Unprotected sex/Creampie
Word Count: 3,860
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I loved my boyfriend with all my heart, therefore I supported him in doing anything and everything he loved and made him happy. Spencer Reid sure loved his job with a burning passion. There was only one tiny drawback about the said job, and that was the traveling. Don’t get me wrong, I am extremely proud of my boyfriend and understand that as an FBI agent on the Behavioral Analysis Unit traveling was part of the job, but my hormones didn’t.
Spencer had been away for a week, and I could not deal with this any longer. I tried to suppress my pent up sexual frustration in any way I could and patiently wait for my boyfriend to come back. I tried painting, listening to music, cleaning the apartment, I even read two of the books Spence left on his nightstand. However, nothing seemed to work. I wasn’t aware my sexual frustration could get any worse until it did.
Still half asleep, my first thought at 9:00 am was Spencer’s hands; how well my breasts fit into his palms, how small I felt as he grabbed me by my waist, how nice his fingers felt in my mouth. Even small mundane daily actions got my core pulsating; I missed being able to see him sit on the couch reading a book and slowly lick the tips of his slender, long fingers as he turned a page, I missed seeing his fingers gracefully jump around his new piano’s keys, I missed seeing his whole morning routine and how he rolled up his shirt sleeves and tied his tie.
There were many perks to living with Spencer, his apartment felt like home since the first day I walked into the living room, but maybe that’s just the feeling I get when I’m with him. I feel at home, safe and protected, an unexplainable peace embracing me, only felt when I’m around him. Living with Spencer had been a great way to spend more time together without having to drive back and forth between apartments. But one of my favorite perks was the fact that I could steal his clothes whenever I wanted to; specifically, his beautiful collection of cardigans.
Realizing I couldn’t go another day being sex-deprived, and given the fact sex wasn’t a possibility at the time, I went for the next big thing. Masturbation. It wasn’t my boyfriend’s dick, but my fingers will have to do for now. So I slowly removed my pajamas, jumped out of bed, and headed straight to my boyfriend’s closet with a very specific cardigan in mind. He wasn’t one to wear a lot of black clothing despite having many neutral colors in his closet, therefore, it wasn’t very hard to spot his all black, Comme des Garçons cardigan. As soon as it was in my hands, I lazily smiled; his earthy scented cologne filling my nostrils as I put it on over my naked body. I take a second to enjoy the feeling of the soft fabric against my body and continue to take in his scent.
I head back to bed excited to get my much-needed release. However, I take my time, needing to savor it as much as possible. As I lay down, my hands go straight to my breasts, one to each, slowly pinching my nipples in between my fingers. I don’t spend too much time on my breasts as I continue to run my hands down my belly going south.
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