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could you do fili with praise for kinktober please💞💞

kinktober, episode 1 <3

author's note: the way I am so numb and horny after writing this means I desperately need to go touch some grass. anyways, I'm so excited to start off kinktober with a cute Fíli drabble <3 feel free to request more if this one really got y'all going :) enjoy!

Pairing: Fíli / Gender-neutral Reader

Word Count: 850

summary: porn without any plot in sight <3

content warnings: nsfw, cowgirl/riding, needy/whiny men, need I say more?

DO NOT REPOST OR COPY. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

“You’re taking me so well,” he cooed as you slowly eased yourself along his length. The pleasure was more than enough to send you reeling as you grinded down on top of his lap.

“I always do,” you hummed, setting a slow pace as you savored the feeling of him filling you up. “Don’t I, Fíli?”

He looked at you with half-lidded eyes as he watched you take all of him, smiling when you wrapped one of your hands in his hair to anchor yourself. “Fuck, ghivashel…”

His eyes rolled back for a moment from the feeling of your cunt sucking him in, a mixture of your arousal and his pre-cum already making a mess where you two were connected. 

With a playful smirk, you positioned his head to face you dead on. “Come on, now. Don’t grow quiet now, love. Tell me how good I’m making you feel, hm?”

He pulled you close, chuckling as he planted kisses along your neck. “You always look so gorgeous when you’re like this.” His hands found purchase on your sides, massaging circles along your hips as he watched you take him so deliciously. 

Your pace quickened at the praise, deciding to reward him for his good behavior. “And?”

His breathing was becoming slightly uneven now and it was taking all of his willpower to not turn the tides and pound you into the mattress. Gods, the things you did to him were enough to drive him crazy. 

“A-and,” he paused, a moan ripping out of him as you slammed your hips against his. “That’s it, right there. Please, don’t stop now. You’re perfect.”

His kisses were becoming more sloppy against your skin as he teased one of your nipples with his tongue, eliciting a moan out of you as you leaned into his touch. You tightened your grip on his hair and smiled at the way he melted into the palm of your hand. Just the sight of him desperately trying to keep it together was enough to make you even wetter as you continued bouncing on his cock. 

“Ahh, please,” he whined, bucking his hips up into you, reaching deeper inside you as you buried your head in the crook of his neck, your moans and heavy breathing only warming his ears. “Y/N, it’s like you were made for me, for this… Nobody else can fuck me the way you do.”

A sharp cry came from you as a padded thumb found your clit, rubbing gently in tandem with his thrusts and your grinding. “Fuck, Fíli, you’re doing so good. Keep talking, please.” 

Between his whining voice and the sheer pleasure of you riding him, you could tell you were getting close. 

And between your dominating attitude and the way your pussy was drowning his cock, he was also very close to the brink. 

But that dominating attitude was quickly whittling away with every thrust of your lover as he bullied his cock deeper inside you, going faster and harder as he sent you bouncing on his cock. Your hands moved to steady themselves on his shoulders, digging your nails and leaving red marks on his war-scarred skin just to anchor yourself as best as possible.

“You’re driving me wild, Y/N–” He was barely keeping himself coherent now as his thrusts sent you bouncing on his cock with such intensity that you were starting to go dumb. “Fuck, I’m getting close now.”

“Fíli, don’t stop,” you pleaded, biting into his shoulder now to keep yourself from melting into his violent pacing. “Come on now, we can hang in there a little longer, hm?”

He let out a guttural moan at your words, knowing it would be more fun if he complied. 

“Anything for you, ghivashel,” he whined in between thrusts, trying his best to hold out. “Gods, you’re so warm, so tight. You’re so fucking perfect. I could fuck you like this forever–”

More babbling spewed from your lover’s lips as he lost himself in the overwhelming pleasure of your pussy pulsing around his length as you came. 

Your grip on his shoulders tightened as his name was all you could scream, his thrusts slowing down enough for you to ride your high before quickly speeding back up so he could chase his own. Tears brewed in your eyes as the overstimulation was starting to hit you, feeling so sensitive that pain and pleasure seemed one and the same now. You bit his shoulder harder this time, knowing it would certainly leave a mark in the morning, and the next few thrusts led to him painting your walls white. 

A mixture of him and you was beginning to leak out from where you were connected as the two of you could only swallow each other’s moans in the sloppiest kiss imaginable. His hands rubbing soothing circles into your back now as your own moved to massage his now tender shoulders.

“Shall we keep going?” You grinned, feeling him begin to grow hard again as you moved yourself against him.

“Give me just a moment to recover,” he breathed. “But absolutely.”

So sweet and considerate, I loved it!😍

If it’s alright, I would like to leave a request

Interaction: Romantic

Pairings: dwarfs x reader

Summary: Dwarf wants to put a courting braid in to his sweethearts hair but there’s one tiny problem…Their Ones hair is too short to be properly braided. What shall they do?

| Author's note: Thanks so much for your request and sorry for the delay! Hope this is what you asked for. Would you be interested in a Part 2?

TO BRAID SHORT HAIR

Imagine having short hair (from pixie hair cut to chin length) and having a dwarf boyfriend, though he loves your short hair and thinks it compliments your features perfectly he is confused: where does he put his courting braid? This is them coming up with the most amusing alternatives to officially make you theirs. Pairings: Dwalin x fem!reader, Fili x fem!reader & Thorin x fem!reader

DWALIN:

He loves your hair, he really does. Especially when the two of you are laying in bed, your head in his chest whilst he runs his calloused hands through your short locks. The two of you fancied each other during the journey and soon after he asked you to be his, without having a courting bead, to which you agreed. Now that Erebor had been reclaimed, your dwarf was always frowning and huffing whenever he sets his eyes on your hair.

At first, you hadn’t given it much thought, you knew what hair meant to dwarves, so it wasn’t unusual to have some of the dwarrow at Erebor stare at your locks for a couple of seconds before they glanced away. However, knowing how much your dwarf liked your hair, you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious–had he grown tired of you because of your hair? You always dropped those thoughts but as time went on you couldn’t help but begin thinking that it was true.

One day, whilst Dwalin was getting ready to go to work you decided to speak up in the matter. You shift on the bed, your head in your hand as you look at Dwalin’s broad back, your eyes travel through the many scars and bruises that decorated your lover’s backside, “I think I’m going to let my hair grow back,” 

The dwarf freezes and slowly turns to look at you, one of his boots in his hand, “Are you?” He stares at you from underneath his brows, his expression unreadable as he stares at you. “Maybe, it’s been a while,” You run your free hand through your locks, “Wouldn’t you like it?” You watch, uncertain, at your lover’s back, he huffs and resumes his actions, his voice comes out in a grunt as he puts his boot on, “I like yer hair how it is, luv. But it’s yer hair, do whatever pleases ye.” 

You frown at his words and open your mouth to interrogate his behaviour this past few weeks when his mouth covers yours, you immediately close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his mouth on yours. Dwalin kisses you lazily, slowly, his hand raises to your cheek, rubbing small circles with his calloused thumb, he smiles when he hears you sigh, “Gotta go now, luv.”

He pulls away and gives your lips one last kiss, he grabs something from his pocket and hands it to you, you raise a brow and raise your gaze to look at him, he grunts and nods at the object in your hands. Curious, you open your palm and gasp, your free hand covers your mouth and mist clouds your eyes, you blink the happy tears away and giggle happily at the two earrings in your hands–Dwalin has transformed his beads into earrings! 

“Do ye like ‘em?” He whispers, you look at him, he kneels on one knee, his eyes twinkling. You laugh and nod eagerly before you throw yourself into his arms, he holds you close and inhales your scent, a chuckle leaving his lips, “‘m glad.”

You never take your earrings off, proud of your dwarf’s work.

FILI:

Although he doesn't completely understand the reason why you would cut your hair, he has to admit that he loves the way it looks on you, it makes your facial features pop. The two of you became close during the journey, however, it wasn't until years later that Fili finally confessed his feelings for you (you two had been mutually pinning each other for 4 years!) His favourite time of the day is whenever the two of you cuddle by the fire whilst reading a book, he loves how you run your fingers through his long locks but: he adores running his fingers through yours! He loves pampering you after a long day at work: he brushes your hair and massages your scalp before he plants a sweet kiss on your forehead.

You knew that Fili was up to something when he one day says, "Don't let your hair grow back, amralime," Confused you ask him why but he dismisses your question with a sweet kiss on your forehead. A couple of days later you feel his hand on your hair, he runs his fingers through your locks before he hums and pulls away, you raise your brow to him, both confused and amused, he waves you off before planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

"You've been acting weird lately," Fili freezes, his eyes widen and so does your smile, your dwarf huffs and shakes his head, before he turns around and you are, once again, facing his back as he washes the dishes.

From the tone in his voice, you know that he is trying hard to suppress a smile; "I have no idea what you are on about."

This kind of interaction goes on for a couple of days, you questioning Fili and him dismissing you. One day, you get enough of it and decide to corner him, as soon as he crosses the front door you tackle him; he oomps as he hits the ground, his hands automatically wrap around your waist as his back collides with the ground, after a few seconds his laughter echoes through the living room.

"Armalime, what was that?" He whispers into your ear, his hot breath sends shivers down your spine, you feel his thumbs caressing your hips and for a couple of minutes you forget your original plan; with your head on the crook of his neck you huff and pull away.

"You are hiding something, love, and you are not leaving until you tell me."

Fili raises a brow and the side of his lips curves upwards, his moustache braids twinkling underneath the soft lighting of the room, his eyes shine as he stares at you before he huffs and shakes his head fondly, "Fine,"

He drops his hand from one side of your hips and reaches into his pocket, "This was supposed to be a surprise but..."

You gasp, your eyes cloud with mist and you cover your mouth with both hands as you stare at the object in his hand; there's a golden neckpiece with blue and grey beads decorating it-Fili, your dwarf, has transformed his courting beads into a silver-chain due to your length of hair. You giggle and tackle your dwarf once again, he chuckles and kisses the side of your forehead before he whispers: "Let me court you, my love."

THORIN:

The two of you became close during the journey, though he was very rude to you at first he ended up warming to you after seeing that you were capable of defending yourself. He was both thankful and enamoured with your fighting skills and it didn't take long before he properly asked you to become his. He loves your hair, he really does, but he sometimes stares at it with sad eyes, which makes you feel self-conscious because you love your pixie haircut; of course, you understand what hair means to dwarves and with you being the soon-to-be Queen consort of the dwarven kingdom you can't help but think about growing your hair out.

One day, whilst laying in bed, your head on Thorin's chest, his arm on your waist, you state, "I'm going to grow my hair out," the dwarf king freezes and turns to look at you with wide eyes, his mouth opens and closes slightly; making him look like a fish. You giggle and shift to have a better look at him, you raise a hand to his face and stroke his face slowly, a soft smile on your face, "I'm going to be your queen and it's going to be expected of me to wear your beads."

Though he doesn't answer, his eyes twinkle with an unreadable emotion to you, you raise a brow and huff before you lean in and give him a soft kiss. He doesn't say it, but your words make him feel nothing but guilt, if only he hadn't stared at your hair with sorrow: you wouldn't be having all these thoughts...

For the next couple of weeks, your dwarf avoids you: he wakes up earlier than you and comes home when you are fast asleep, whenever there's a meeting he sits the farthest away from you...even Kili started to notice the distance that his uncle had been putting in his relationship with you. Two months later, you decide to speak up about your concerns when he is about to leave, "Have you grown tired of me?"

Your voice cracks nearly at the end, you bite your trembling lower lip and close your eyes when they begin to cloud with unshed tears, you are not facing him–your back to him. Thorin intakes a breath of air, and slowly turns to face you, he can't see your face but he doesn't need to: he knows you are on the verge of tears.

"Why would you say that?" The dwarven king feels his heart drop, his eyes widen at the words you say and he practically runs to your side, his eyes shine in the dim light–making them appear darker, almost black. You open your eyes and gasp, you raise a hand to rub the tears away, and with a shrug, you whisper, "You have been avoiding me lately, I can't think of another reason why..." you hiccup the last words of the sentence. Thorin frowns and raises a hand to your face, he caresses your cheek too gently, he leans in and kisses your tears away.

"I would never leave you, because, I will never grow tired of you, ghivashel." He whispers, his forehead on yours, his finger caressing your cheek as he closes his eyes, "I apologise for making you think that, I have been busy...creating something that will suit you,"

Your eyes snap wide open, and you stare at your lover, you sniffle and pull away from his warm embrace, "Have you?" Thorin nods, his eyes open and he gazes at you–his eyes shining–he lowers the hand caressing your cheek to the side of your neck, you shiver at the contact earning a chuckle from the dwarven king. "Wait here, love."

With your brows furrowed you nod and watch as he pulls away, he kisses your hair before he leaves the room–what was he up to? Soon enough, he comes back, a small smile on his face, his eyes are their usual colour of blue, "This is the reason why I have been distant from you," You shift to have a better look at him, sitting down you watch as he pulls a shiny object from behind him, you gape at the silver tiara in his hand; in it, you recognise your name, written in his native tongue, along with the runes for "love" and "treasure". "Oh, Thorin..."

Your dwarf had transformed his beads into a tiara for you, he had distanced himself to ask Balin for advice on what to do...Thorin loved the way your hair looked on you so he decided to adapt his beads so you wouldn't have to modify your appearance to please others.