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Fíli x Ori focused fics:

The First Spark: Pairing - Fíli x Ori (Word count - 7K.) Kinks: Creampie, Non-penetrative sex.

Prequel to Let Me Be Your Fire.

Fíli finds himself the object of Ori's scrutiny after he's released from Oin's medical care. What follows is something he never could have been prepared for; Ori trusting enough in him to find temporary comfort, while neither of them is handling the aftermath of the Battle of the Five Armies particularly well.

2. Fools: Pairing - Fíli x Ori (Word count - 4, 015) Kinks: A/B/O Omegaverse, Creampie, Non-penetrative sex.

Fíli meant to seek his friend out in the library to spend time together. His plans change when he realizes that Ori is in heat, as this presents a large problem for the Alpha, who has also been secretly pining for the Omega for some time.

Fíli does his best to be respectful of their friendship and leave Ori's presence until it all passes.

However, the scribe has other ideas that lead to a much better outcome than Fíli previously thought possible.

3. The Shape of You: Pairing - Fíli x Ori (Word count - 2,585) Kinks: Creampie, Non-penetrative sex

Ori requests to draw Fíli one day, eventually leading them to tracing the planes of each other's bodies instead.

4. Spin: Pairing - Fíli x Ori (Word count - 3, 595) Kinks: Creampie, Jealousy

Ten years after they graduated Uni, former friends Ori and Fíli cross paths at a reunion to commemorate that day, then each agree to attend an after party following it.

The problem is that Ori chose to ghost Fíli all those years ago, thinking his love for one Durin in particular unrequited. However, he is soon made aware that was the last thing he should have done.

Flirting, fucking, and fluff ensue, before the rest of their life together begins, too.

5. Eyes On Fire: Pairing - (Sapphic/Fem!) Fíli x Ori (Word count - 8,585 at present, with more to come.) Kinks: Thigh riding, non-penetrative sex, monster fucking.

Ori is late for her shift at the coffee shop she, her older sibling Nori, and eldest brother Dori own. The venue also doubles as a waypoint for the supernatural to congregate amongst each other freely, in their corner of Middle Earth.

After Dori and Nori leave her to finish the early shift, Ori meets a vampire, who will one day change her entire existence.

6. Love Me Tender: Pairing - (T4T) Fíli x Ori (Word count - 10,255) Kinks: Non-penetrative sex.

Fíli, Ori, Gimli, Legolas, Kíli and Tauriel take a trip together for part of Kili and Tauriel's summer hols away from Uni.

The other four pair up, leaving only one bed for Fíli and Ori to share.

Though lifelong friends, neither of them has ever addressed the elephant in the room that is their mutual desire for a proper relationship, or the fact that they both have been in love with each other for years.

That changes, when Ori quietly suggests they both share the room, rather than leaving Fíli to sleep on the sofa, as he had originally meant to.

7. A Series of Moments: Pairing - Fíli x Ori (Word count - 22,185) Kinks: Creampie, Non-penetrative sex, jealousy.

In the aftermath of the Battle of the Five Armies, no one is doing well.

However, amidst the ashes and scars of a slowly rebuilding kingdom, a new love takes root. Eventually, over time, it blooms.

8. Need: Pairing - Fíli x Ori (Word count - 1K) Kinks: Creampie.

Ori misses Fíli, carnally, and in general.

One day, when the unaddressed physical need becomes too much, he tries to deal with that quickly, so he can get on with his duties as the King's husband without less chaste thoughts dogging his heels as he does. However, the King himself catches him in the act, and then makes different plans for them both, that Ori is more than okay with, actually.

Mixed pairings:

9. Alpha and Omega - Pairings: Fíli x Ori, Bilbo x Thorin (Word count - 51,595, with 4 more chapters to come. I will be tagging for now with what is in there, by pairing.)

Kinks: Omegaverse (A/B/O) Fíliori - Creampie, Knifeplay, Non-penetrative sex. Bagginshield - Creampie.

What begins as Ori only intending to share a bed roll with Fíli for warmth one night, eventually turns into the acquaintances becoming curious about each other after, then falling in love over the course of the quest despite others wishing they would just leave each other be.

Meanwhile, Thorin is doing his best to be a good example for his eldest sister-son and not act on the urge to let himself be wrapped around one specific Hobbit Omega's fingers. However, he fails spectacularly.

The rest, as some say, is history.

10. Let Me Be Your Fire - Relevant pairings to this event: Fíli x Ori, Nori x Dwalin, Dori x Balin (Word count at present - 223,445) Kinks: Fíliori - Creampie, Non-penetrative sex, Jealousy Nwalin - Creampie Balin/Dori - Non-penetrative sex.

Bilbo x Thorin focused:

11. Wanna Know What Love Is? (How It Started) - Pairing: Bagginshield. (Word count - 18, 195) Kinks: Non-Penetrative Sex.

"Bilbo Baggins was forty-three when he determined he was tired of being deemed a very respectable hobbit. At that age, he was well past his majority by Shire standards and just shy of being labelled an unrepentant bachelor. He had long since resigned himself to the fact that he would likely live out his life mostly alone, after the death of his parents years before. He was quite all right with that fact, regardless of the scandal it might cause.

That was, until he found a letter tucked away in a book of world maps he happened to find in a bookshelf in Bag-End’s library."

OR: Bilbo and Thorin skirt each other for many years, while Bilbo's mother makes friends with the dwarrow who visit the Shire each spring and summer peddling their wares and services to any hobbit willing to give them business. Some years after the death of Belladonna and Bungo Baggins, a letter falls directly at Bilbo's feet, spurring him on to do something reckless he wouldn't have out of respectability's sake, years prior.

What ensues is the beginning of a love of a lifetime; the first of many unexpected journeys Bilbo will take thereafter.

12. Wanna Know What Love Is? (How It's Going) - Pairing relevant to this event: Bagginshield (Word count - 45K) Kinks: Non-penetrative sex, Jealousy, Food sex, Creampie

Bilbo Baggins and Thorin Oakenshield are a definitive couple still, years after their initial night together. Everything is going well, until a meddling wizard then later some errant sister-sons, alongside Ori arrive to Bag-End.

Love, angst, and a mild bit of family drama ensues, after Bilbo learns exactly who he has agreed to be married to.

Thorin pulled the black and white dress Bilbo commissioned for him out of his wardrobe. It was made to resemble a maid outfit that was common in the shire, though it was likely much shorter than the real thing. He put it on and smoothed it out before walking into the sitting room. Bilbo was where he said he'd be, patiently waiting with his legs crossed and his fingers clasped together over his knee. 

"Go look at yourself in the mirror and tell me if what you’re wearing counts as appropriate attire," Bilbo stated. He turned to the mirror and realized his mistake. 

"I forgot my headband," Thorin replied. 

"Let's not also forget our manners in your haste. You forgot your headband, what?" 

"I forgot my headband, Master Baggins." Thorin recited. 

"Very good. Go get it, and also bring me the black paper-wrapped package in the top drawer of my desk." Thorin returned to the bedroom and pinned his hair up in a bun so that the headpiece would fit appropriately. He smiled at himself in the mirror. For the next several hours, Thorin was not a king. He did not have responsibilities or a kingdom. He would not be catered to or held in regard. He was something for Bilbo to play with or belittle as he saw fit. The package he was told to grab was heavier than he expected. It made him curious and excited.

"Good, we can start. Now, I am concerned with that little blunder that you've forgotten the rules, so I'm going to remind you of them. So long as you are wearing those clothes, you don't get to make choices. You do what I ask when I ask. Fail, and there will be punishment.  Nod if you agree." When he nodded, Bilbo got up and walked over to him to take the package." If you need to stop, what is the only word I'll accept?" Bilbo asked

"Smaug, Master Baggins," Thorin replied. Bilbo grinned.

"Good boy. Now that I'm confident you remember how this works, I have a present for you. I had it specially made." Bilbo unwrapped the paper to reveal a plug made of silver with a jeweled acorn engraved at its base. Thorin's eyes went wide as he gulped and shuddered in anticipation. It was a good size, bigger than any of the other ones Bilbo had used on him. "It looks like I'll be spending most of our time together helping you remember your manners. What do we say when someone gives us a gift?" 

"Thank you, Master Baggins. It's very generous. I'd be happy to accept such a gift from you." 

"I'm glad to hear it. Let's not waste any time then. Grab the oil and get on your hands and knees in front of me. I want to watch you open yourself up. Do not touch your cock." Bilbo sat back on his armchair and watched as Thorin worked his fingers into himself one at a time. He loved having Bilbo’s eyes on him, judging him worthy of his time. He looked over at him every time he added a new finger to watch the satisfying smile play out on his lips. When he could fit three comfortably, Bilbo commanded him to stop. “Very good. Now, head down, arch your back, and spread your legs.” Thorin hesitated. In all the times they had played together, this was not a position Bilbo usually put him in. He was typically expected to insert his own toys. His hesitancy earned him Bilbo’s foot on his neck. Bilbo applied pressure until his cheek was pressed into the floor. “I don’t like being ignored or disobeyed, Thorin.”  When Bilbo took the pressure off, Thorin didn’t move. He adjusted his hips and sloped his back as he was told.

“I’m sorry, Master Baggins, I forgot myself.” Thorin apologized. Bilbo tutted at him. 

“I’m inclined to forgive you only because you look quite pathetic like this. We’ve barely begun, and you’re already leaking onto the floor.” Bilbo trailed his hand over his back and down his thighs, paying close mind to never touch his cock or his stretched hole. Every small touch was like an electric shock. It left him wanting more and made him aware of how empty his body felt. He groaned and tried to think about the cool stone under his face. Soon, he felt cool metal tease at his entrance. “Remind me how much you want my present,” Bilbo commanded. 

“Please Bil-Master Baggins. I want to accept your gift! I want whatever you’re willing to give me!” He spread his legs a little wider and thrust his ass as far up as possible. Bilbo snapped his garters against his thighs with a hint of satisfaction. 

“Take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Do not stop breathing.” The moment after the command was given, Thorin felt the cold metal breach him. He grit his teeth but kept breathing as Bilbo pushed it further and further. It was painful, and the pressure pushed him open further than he had ever been before, but the stretch was intoxicating. After what seemed like forever, he felt the base settle against his ass and whimpered at the realization that this was constructed to settle just under the spot inside him that made him see stars. His body adjusted to the new intrusion just before Bilbo slapped it and forced another broken whimper from him. “A perfect fit. I might even make it part of the uniform. Bilbo tugged on it, testing the seal and laughing as Thorin buckled. “Well, now that you have my present, you can make me tea. Stand up.” Thorin tried to do what he was told and failed the first time as the plug shifted and made him tremble. His cock ached to be touched, and his body was on fire. He felt as alive as he did in battle. 

He was finally able to fully comply and hung the kettle on the fire. He could feel every inch of what was still inside him. He wanted to squirm and bounce until it brought him to completion, but he obeyed his command. The tea was made, and he prepared it exactly how Bilbo taught him in his first session. Two cream and two sugar. He brought it over to him, and Bilbo took it with a smile. 

“Well done. Kneel beside me and hold out your hands. Do not move, and do not spill a drop of my tea." Bilbo sat the saucer and cup on his open hands and started reading. Periodically removing the cup to take a sip. When he was finished, he demanded another one and remanded Thorin to the same position. Only this time, he did not drink it. He read, and Thorin continued to be his tea table until the tea itself went cold. After another ten minutes and long after his hands and legs had gone numb, he felt Bilbo run his hands along his leg and over his thighs. He lifted the front of his outfit and let out a disappointed sigh. "Well, isn't that a shame? Even with my present inside you, your cock has gone soft. It looks quite sad, just bobbing between your thighs like that. Don't you think you should apologize to me for such a pitiful display?" Bilbo dropped the hem of the dress and stared expectedly. 

"I'm sorry, Master Baggins." 

"Sorry for what, Thorin, be specific." Thorin stared at the floor. Bilbo was in a mood to humiliate him, likely blowing off his own steam from spending a day being diplomatic to those who barely deserved it. Thorin tried not to smile at the thought that his humiliation could help his husband in such a way.

"I'm sorry that my cock is pathetic enough that it can't stay hard. I'm sorry that you are forced to look at it, and I hope that you can forgive me for making you have to remind me of my manners." He felt his cock twitch, but with just how numb his legs were, it remained soft. Bilbo took the cold tea from him and used his foot to push Thorin over onto his side.  

"I accept your apology, and I won't even punish you. I'll give you another chance to redeem yourself. Go make me a fresh cup of tea, and if your legs are too numb to walk, you can crawl to the kitchen." His legs were too numb. He crawled across the floor, the plug shifting within him with every movement of his hips. By the time he got to the kitchen, his legs prickled, and his cock was half-hard again. He panted, aching with the burning need to touch himself but craving the promise of Bilbo’s reward more. He managed to stand long enough to hang the kettle over the fire before collapsing. In the time it took for the water to boil, he regained sensation enough to walk and re-entered the room with a hot cup of tea. 

"Hand me my tea and get on all fours in front of me facing the door. Do not slope your back," Bilbo demanded. When Thorin was in the correct position, Bilbo placed the cup just below his shoulder blades and walked around to face him. He grabbed his face and forced their eyes to meet.

"Now I think we can agree I've been very patient with you this evening. You're not an easy toy to train, but I will keep trying. What makes you worth it is how eager you are to please. That is a quality I approve of. I'll say this for the last time. Do not spill my tea, and if you can manage that, I'll use you as the little cum dump you’re training so hard to become." Bilbo watched the hopeful reaction play out on his face with a wicked grin. 

"Thank you, Master Baggins. You're more generous with me than I deserve." Thorin couldn't keep the adoration out of his voice if he tried. 

“Yes, I am,” Bilbo replied as he took his seat. The game he was about to have to play was apparent immediately. He felt Bilbo’s hand caress his rear, and then, with a bolt of beautiful agony, he felt the plug turn in him as Bilbo slowly took it out. He wanted to writhe and felt his shoulders shake, but the moment he heard the rattling of the teacup, he stopped and tried to steel his nerves. It left him panting and mumbling words of mercy. Bilbo showed him none, and he would get none unless he uttered their red word. He did not stop, and he did not slow down. When the plug was almost out of him, he pushed it back in with enough force to make Thorin scream, but he still did not move. He held fast as Bilbo assaulted his body with the toy until he was crying and begging for release. When he felt like he was about to collapse, Bilbo stopped picked up the tea cup and set it aside before uttering the first genuinely kind words of the session. 

“Thorin, you did so well. Not a bit of my tea went to waste. I’m going to give you a special reward just because I know how difficult that was. Turn around and open your mouth.” When Thorin turned around, Bilbo had his cock in his hand. He caressed his face and hooked his thumb into his mouth. He smeared some of his precum on his lips before slapping his cock on his tongue. Bilbo fed his cock into his mouth until Thorin swallowed all of it and fucked the back of his throat hard and fast. Thorin was so relieved to finally be worthy of Bilbo’s affection that he came untouched onto the cold floor. While his body shuddered from the aftershock of his climax, Bilbo gripped his hair and, with a cry, spent down his throat. 

Thorin didn't spill a drop.

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Bard walked through the tent's open flap and threw down his quiver. “Another fight over supplies. People tire of the cleanup and the smell of dead orcs. I can not blame them, for I tire of it myself.” 

“Yet you do not look or smell as if you’ve been hauling orc bodies out of your new town all day,” Thranduil replied 

“I’ve been too busy settling disputes, and now I’m hoping to hide here if only to have some peace.” Bard closed his eyes and smiled as he leaned against the center pole of the tent. Thranduil’s fingers itched to touch as he stared at the strong frame of Bard's body. He remembered himself a moment too late as their eyes met. Quickly, he got up to pour himself wine and think of anything else. He only made it a step past the pole before Bard's arm caught him around the waist and dragged him back. 

“It always surprises me how light elves are. I would think you might float on air, but I have seen you walk atop snow drifts, so perhaps I’m not far off.” His smile was blindingly annoying, but Thranduil made no move to get away. Bard’s arms were warm and comfortable.    

“Do you forget that I am a king, and this is my tent?” He quipped back stubbornly. That only seemed to make Bard adjust to get a better grip on his waist. 

“Forget? How could I when I seem to always find said king's eyes on me.” Bard pulled him into a kiss, and when Thranduil was sufficiently distracted by the warm mouth now on his, he felt himself get walked back until he fell into his ornate high-backed chair. 

Elves were strong in a graceful way, but humans were brutish and clumsy. There was no room for patience or measure in such a short lifespan. It was new. It was terrifying. Perhaps that is why he craved the touch of impatient fingers struggling to undo the clasps on the front of his robes or why he involuntarily gasped when those strong, bruising fingers finally reached his skin. Bard had moved on from his mouth and was now nipping at his jaw, slowly making his way to his ears. How long had it been since he let someone touch him with such reverence? How long had it been since someone wanted to? A question with its answer hidden in the age of his son. He returned the affection, bringing his hands up to peel away the many layers of Bard's clothes until, finally, his hands could freely roam the strong, scared flesh of the man who was rapidly becoming too dear to him. 

He felt himself grow hot as Bard continued his assault. He tried not to whimper as the tip of his ear went into the man's mouth, and felt his pants grow tight. 

“They speak of the beauty of the elves, but they never tell you how stubborn they can be to let themselves fall apart. I can feel you resisting my temptations. If you wish me to stop, I will.” Bard leaned back, using the arms of the chair to brace himself so he could meet his eyes in question. Thranduil did not want this to stop. He still wanted to touch and to be touched. He pulled Bard back down to him. He let himself fall into this short-lived dream that could only end in heartbreak. Right now, he didn’t care. He wanted to let Bard worship him with his mouth and take pleasure in his body. Bard took this as consent and pressed on with renewed vigor until the robes fell off Thranduil's shoulders, revealing how painfully hard he had become.

Bard tucked the hair that had fallen in front of his face behind his ear with an affectionate smile before kissing him soundly. The next kisses were placed along his chest and down the planes of his abs and stomach until Bard was kneeling on the floor in front of him, eyes level with his cock. Without much of a second thought, Bard placed his hand on Thranduil’s hip and took him in his mouth. A shattered cry left him as the pleasure raced through his core. Bard’s mouth was warm and wet and hot. He was taking him right to the back of his throat with little issue. He buried his hands in the dark locks and let his head fall back in ecstasy until he felt the warmth pool in his body. He tried to give a warning about what was to come, but Bard’s only response was to place his hand on his chest and push him back with surprising force. He came with a shout that turned into a long, shaky moan as his body seized, then went lax. Bard stood with a smile, wiping his mouth and looking incredibly pleased with himself. One look between his legs made it clear he was still very hard himself. Thranduil rose from his chair and grabbed Bard, kissing him hard, not caring that his mouth tasted like his own spend. He used the shock of it to trade places and drop Bard into his chair before sinking to his knees. 

“Thranduil, wait! This is your tent, and you are a king. You do not need to-.” Thranduil cut off Bards' protests. 

“Do not tell me what I can and can not do.” He freed Bard’s cock from his pants and strangled a moan in his throat. Bard was thick and big enough he might not be able to fit all of him in his mouth. He would still try. Thranduil licked the tip and tasted the salty precum coat his tongue before swallowing what he could. His reward was getting to look up and see Bard falling apart. He was panting and moaning. He looked down at him through half-lidded eyes as Thranduil looked up at him through long, elven lashes and began caressing his hair and whispering sweet words of encouragement. He couldn't help but preen at his handy work, and soon he felt Bard tense. 

“Thranduil, please, you should stop. I’m so close.” Bard grit out. With a wicked smile, Thranduil rested Bard’s cock on the tip of his tongue and opened his mouth wide in invitation. He tried not to let a drop fall from his lips but failed and felt some slide down his chin. He felt too wobbly to stand immediately, and when he looked up, Bard was staring at him with wide-eyed adoration. He slipped off the chair to meet him on the floor and, using the cuff of his discarded jacket, wiped the corners of his mouth and chin before kissing him lovingly. The adoration was still in his voice when he whispered.

“I think you might be the most beautiful being in all of Arda.” 

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