Fembagginshield

“Come on,” Bilbo prompted, urging Thorin into the main room excitedly, ready to put what she learned to the test. Thorin laughed and let herself be pulled along, getting a firm grip onto Bilbo as soon as they found a nice spot. The band broke into an instrumental version of Reflecting Lights, and Thorin grinned as she lead Bilbo into a waltz, moving them among the other couples with long steps and turning them around this way and that. Bilbo felt like they were gliding, and she noticed a few people turn their heads as they swept along. They probably made a rather strange couple — Thorin with her tall, striking figure in the beautiful, fringed dress and glittering jewellery, and Bilbo, a small and fat middle aged woman in a tweed suit with short, curly hair and scuffed oxford shoes. However, as Thorin led her into a turn with joyful smile, Bilbo found out that she really did not care what other people thought. By the time the third song ended, Bilbo’s mind was only on Thorin, enjoying the way her body felt pressed tight against hers, the way her hair tickled Bilbo’s cheek, and the little delighted sounds she made every time Bilbo responded to the slightest touch of her lead. She felt like she could dance with her forever, and a little voice in her head said that maybe, she could.

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Domestic wives getting a lil midnight snack

a scene from @myrmeraki’s fem!bagginshield fic, coming back again, because it captured my heart and hooked me so good i had to pester the author until he wrote the third chapter (<3)

April May

A while back me and @jellitheorange were talking about fem Bagginshield and it gave me a little idea

Victorian style painting of fem Bilbo the first one I did at the beginning of April the second I finsihed today! My obsession with fem Bagginshield will be growing and you will all witness it

Thorins is going to worked on unfortunately I didn’t make one before cause the one in April till longer due to school but now I can create as many as I wish

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Drawing fem Bagginshield at my graduation practice

Bilbo certainly doesn't mind! Long nights spent in their rooms, talking idly or swapping stories while Thorin combs her hair over and over with a fine toothed comb is absolutely no bother to the hobbit. Thorin's hands creeping into her hair, twirling a lock about her finger during a meal shared with friends was nice. Not to mention that Thorin braiding her hair was the fastest, surest way to put Bilbo to sleep.

The only thing is... well! As much as Thorin loving her longer hair had given Bilbo a new appreciation of it, she desperately missed her short hair. To feel a breeze on her neck, to not feel a single tangle in the strands, to be able to have her hair dry in mere minutes rather than hours...

Finally, Bilbo had reached her limit. One too many instances of her hair falling in her face while she's trying to write and that does it. Thorin walks in when Bilbo has just finished, shears in her hand. The wounded sound of anguish coming from the literal drama queen of a dwarf alerted Bilbo she wasn't alone anymore.

She spotted Prim bending over next to a bench and searching for something in her black gym bag. The sight of her backside clad in the pink leggings and sticking up in the air reminded Bilbo of the smack she got earlier, and she grinned. Time for her revenge.

Bilbo tiptoed closer, reaching back as far as she could before swinging her hand forward.

SLAP!

Prim squawked and shot up, turning to her with a furious frown. Except… it wasn’t Prim.

Oh no.

Bilbo’s face turned white as all the blood drained from her. Staring down with an indignant expression was a tall, muscular, gorgeous woman. Bilbo swallowed at the sight of her barrel chest with small, wide-set breasts, beefy arms, and startlingly bright blue eyes. Her long, black hair threaded with silver was pulled back into a ponytail just like Prim’s, and she was wearing the same pink leggings and a matching tank top, but she was most certainly not Prim.

“Oh sweet baby jesus,” Bilbo whispered as she realised that she just slapped the arse of a complete stranger.

“Excuse me?!” the woman barked.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to— I mean I did, but I thought that you were— You see, you have the same…”

Bilbo trailed off as she looked down at the woman’s leggings, and her mouth went dry at the sight of her powerful thighs. Good lord! If Bilbo could choose how she was going to die, she’d happily go out being smothered between these thighs.