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corrodedhawkins · 2 years

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For the kink series what about eddie wanting to role-playing with you. Like he buys you a costume and pretends he there to kidnap the princess. Like full nerd but also he's super pervy.

Role play: Part ten of the Eddie kink series

CW: 18+ (minors DNI), language, role play, nerdy!Eddie, sexualized D&D, slutty elves, fingering, unprotected sex, hair pulling,oral (m!receiving), cum play (facial and swallowing)

Authors note: Thank you to @haileyhellfire and @latenightsimping for answering my questions about D&D for this.

You look down at the paper Eddie’s just handed you. “You want to play D&D…during sex?”

The page is eerily similar to the D&D character sheets you’ve seen in his binder, just sexier.

The usual ability scores, like strength and charisma, were switched with dirty ones. Apparently, your character’s sexiness and cock-sucking abilities were off the charts.

“No”, Eddie chuckles, sitting on the bed beside you, pointing out the drawing in the middle of the page.

“See, this is your character. I want us to role play as the characters I’ve created for us. No dice involved.”

The drawing looks so much like you, only more ethereal. She wears a long dress made of wispy blue fabric, matching high slits up to both of her hips.

She—you carry a beautiful, long sword, the handle encrusted with jewels that match your dress. You can’t help but giggle when you see the ears.

“I’m an elf?”, you notice a tiara on your head. “And a princess?”

“Of course you are! They’re the most beautiful.” He pecks a kiss to your cheek. “You’re a beautiful, elven cleric princess just begging to be kidnapped.”

You laugh, “tell me about yours?”

Eddie produces a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolding it to show you. “I’m a halfling rogue.”

His character wears a long leather coat under a dark cloak, bow and arrow slung over his shoulder. Long, brown hair matches his warm brown eyes.

“Sounds hot, aren't you usually a human bard though?", you ask.

"Well yeah, but this is role play babe, I wanted to make a character specifically for this."

You move closer to read his abilities, which included ‘eating pussy’ and ‘making my princess cum’. “Seriously?”, you ask playfully.

Eddie laughs, giving you a challenging look. “Well, is it wrong?”

“Nah, I guess I’ll give you that”, you shrug.

He smirks, "so you'll play along?"

"I—when you mentioned role play I didn't think you would go quite this nerdy, but yeah, of course I'll try it."

Eddie jumps up, pulling out your costumes from the closet.

"You got costumes?", you balk. You should have known Eddie wouldn’t half ass this.

He looks at you incredulously, "How else are we supposed to get into character?"

The dress you’re wearing is almost exactly like the drawing, the tiara sat upon your head twinkling in the candle light. He wanted things to be as accurate as possible, shutting off the lights and lighting candles for “ambience”.

You’d made an executive decision and not worn the elf ears, though. They kept slipping off and when they did stay it muffled your hearing, much to Eddie’s dismay.

You’re backed up against the door of Eddie’s room, his big hands gripping your hips as he kisses you hungrily.

One leg is hiked up around his hip, spreading you open perfectly, one of his hands between your legs to toy with your clit.

His character had ‘kidnapped’ you and taken you back to his lair, where he’d charmed you enough to beg him to fuck you. Though the storyline was pretty unrealistic, you figured you’d let Eddie have his fun.

Your fists grip the sleeves of his coat, the worn leather creaking under your tight hold.

Fingers twisting inside of you, he brings his thumb up to swirl quick and firm circles into your clit.

“Fuck—Eddie”, you cry, head falling back against the door with a thump.

“That’s not my name”, he huffs into your ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth.

You sigh, the sound turning into a moan as his thumb presses harder against your clit. “I mean—Aragorn.”

“There you go baby.” His fingers speed up, making your legs start to shake.

“Wait, wait”, you gasp.

His fingers still, looking down at you nervously. “What’s wrong?”

You chuckle, “nothing. Just don’t want to come yet. Want to come on your cock.”

A choked growl rips it’s way from Eddie’s throat as he grabs you, sitting on the edge of his bed before hauling you into his lap.

The tiara falls off of your head, forgotten on the floor as he hikes your dress up to bunch around your waist, hands settling on either hip.

He encourages you to rock back and forth on his lap, your core grinding down into his still clothed erection.

“Fuck me, c’mon, please?”, you reach down to paw at his zipper, pulling his hard cock out moments later.

Holding it at the base, you hover over him to line yourself up before sinking down slowly.

You let out matching groans as you clench around him, adjusting to his size. Eddie brings one hand up to cup your cheek, pulling you down to murmur against your lips.

“Feel so fucking good, princess. Take your time, ‘Kay? We got all night.” He captures your lips in a sweet kiss, gasping into your mouth when you start to move.

Slowly, you lift yourself up before rocking back down, taking him as deep as possible.

You keep your pace slow as long as you can, savoring the feel of Eddie hot and hard inside of you.

“Oh fuck”, he moans breathlessly, hands moving to grip your ass, urging you to keep moving.

Bouncing faster, you angle yourself so the head of his dick grazes the spot that makes you shiver.

You bury your head into the crook of his neck, biting down on the sensitive skin to muffle your moans.

“Uh uh. Let me hear you”, Eddie demands, voice breathless and rough. He grabs at your hair to pull you away from his neck. “Let me hear how it feels princess, tell me how happy you are that I kidnapped you and brought you here.”

Nodding as you stifle a giggle, you throw your head back and moan, “thank you. Thank you for taking me, for giving me your cock, Aragorn.”

Eddie reaches up to pull the front of your dress down, your heavy tits bouncing in his face with every thrust. He leans in to take one into his mouth, licking and sucking the hard nub of your nipple.

Chuckling when he feels you clench around him at a particularly hard suck, he immediately does it again to try to elicit the same reaction from you. He gives himself a mental pat on the back when you clench around him again, a needy whimper falling for your lips.

Hips snapping up as yours bounce down, you fall into a frantic rhythm, both of you chasing your release.

Your eyes are squeezed shut, jaw gone slack as you do your best to keep up the pace, wanting to make him feel as good as he’s doing for you. “Baby I—I’m close”, you whine, holding onto his shoulders tightly as you slam down onto him harder.

When he snakes his hand between you to rub circles into your clit you’re gone, the pleasure hitting you so intensely you start to tremble, Eddie having to hold onto you to keep you from slipping off of his lap.

He fucks you through it, murmuring praises into your ear as he pets at your hair soothingly. You sag against his chest as you catch your breath, giggling when you feel him twitch inside of you.

Once you feel confident enough that you can use your legs again without falling, you dismount and sink to the floor between his spread thighs.

Eddie gasps when you wrap one hand around the base, licking a teasing stripe from his balls to the tip.

You swirl your tongue around the head before sinking down to take his whole length into your mouth, humming at the taste of the both of you on your tongue.

His hands hold your hair away from your face, giving him the perfect view of his cock disappearing into your warm, wet mouth. There’s no way he’s going to last long, he was already so close before you came, teetering on the edge as he fucked you through your orgasm.

When you feel his legs start to tense you double your efforts, mouth sliding down the base, fist following your mouth on the upstroke to give him as much stimulation as possible.

“Close, m’gonna come”, he gasps, trying to urge you to pull away by tugging your hair.

You don’t stop, staring up at him with a devilish glint in your eye.

He gets the message, a loud groan escaping him as his orgasm hits, the first spurts of cum hitting your tongue.

Swallowing, you pull off of his cock to jerk him through it, the last ropes of cum hitting your face and chest.

Eddie groans above you, hips twitching up into your fist as he watches his cum drip down your cheek. He reaches up to swipe his fingers through his release,bringing it to your lips.

You swallow, looking up at him as you swirl your tongue around his fingers, taking them into your mouth down to the webbing.

“Fuck, Princess”, he laughs breathlessly, snatching his fingers back. “Don’t get me hard again, s’too soon.”

Eddie pulls you back up into his lap, licking the last of his cum from your chest.

You giggle as his hair tickles your collarbone, pulling him up to press a kiss to his lips. “Did you enjoy yourself, Aragorn?”

“Hell yeah”, he says with a huge grin. “I got a few ideas for some other characters. How do you feel about Boromir?”

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #melissa writes #eddie kink series

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totally-a-wizard · 1 year

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I wake up in the morning and go by the orc camp. I tell them their muscles are sexy and their battlecries poetic. I swing by the dwarf mine next. I examine their fine craftsmanship and commend them on their sturdy work ethic and noble honor. I go next to the halfling village. We eat pie and get high (as is wizard tradition). I pass the elven village.

A full day.

#orc #dwarf #halfling #elf #wizard

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corsairesix · 1 month

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Everyone's Durges that aren't the default dragonborn are like, sexy goth drow and tieflings. Where are the halfling Durges you cowards!

#bg3

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kanguin · 1 month

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I've been keeping myself in the dark on Delicious in Dungeon, but so far this is my understanding of the cast:

God's Most Autistic Soldier. Getting strong ace vibes too. Will infodump you into the ground.

His even more autistic sister who is also gay. Trans? Probably not but I'm probably going to headcanon her that way. Also gets a big plot event happen to her. Idk how the feathers come into that.

A cishet middle aged dad who gets mistaken for a lesbian on account of unfortunately being a halfling. What is he doing here? Shouldn't he be home with the kids?

Sexy Dwarf. Idk what he does besides rock out with his cock almost out. Panty shot lightning rod to protect the girls.

Pretentious neat freak elf who is actually just suffering from gifted kid syndrome and doesn't know how to relax, even a little. Even if she did, she'd try fo get a good grade in relaxation.

No thoughts head empty cat girl. I think she's the middle aged halfling's adopted daughter?

I think there's also another halfling that's the dude's biological daughter, and she looks just like him but the lesbian energies doubled.

#dunmeshi #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #kanguin original

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y-rhywbeth2 · 5 months

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Lore: Tieflings

Link to Disclaimer and other lore babblings

Featuring: The two types of tiefling (Orin belongs to one of them, actually) The other races' equivalents to tieflings Various ancestors of tieflings The 2e tiefling trait chart that I miss with all my soul My inability to be 100% neutral about certain 4e changes Tiefling Homelands, such as they are

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Tieflings belong to a category known as the Planetouched; mortals descended from beings native to the outer planes. TIeflings are descended from the evil-aligned Lower Planes and at this point can be split into the newer Asmodeus tieflings and the original "generic" tieflings. (Other races have produced fiendish planetouched. Tanarukk are orcs of fiendish descent; Elven-demon hybrids called the fey'ri, or daemonfey; Dwarven descendants of the offspring of devils are maeluth; and wisplings are halflings of demonic descent.)

The original, generic tieflings are humans with a fiend or an evil deity from one of the Lower Planes in their family tree.

They appear as regular humans, usually with only one or two odd traits giving away their ancestry. Black feathers growing from their shoulders, glowing red eyes, a tail, making plants decay in their presence... wings...

The bloodline begins with the half-mortal child of a fiend or deity (a cambion, or a bhaalspawn, for example). They go on to have offspring with mortals and the child is a tiefling. The tiefling grandchild's line may continue to dilute with human blood until it seemingly disappears...

...until suddenly, possibly hundreds of years later, a family's new baby is born with six fingers or a tail or something and the village is talking about drowning the "devil" in the village stream. With a lack of understanding of what's happening, and a lot of fear, the family themselves usually reject their own child. There are only a few places in the Realms where a planetouched birth isn't considered an aberration (I'll talk about them towards the end).

The outlook for tieflings is... not good.

"Occasionally a tiefling is born to someone indifferent to its appearance, determined to redeem it, willing to exploit it, or evil enough not to care about its nature, and these tieflings are most likely to survive to adulthood." - Races of Faerûn

Even if their physical traits are not obvious, tieflings become aware from an early age that they are different, as the essence of the Lower Planes in their blood tries to compel them and they often have "strange needs, desires or urges." They can ignore these urges to be any alignment they so chose. Unfortunately, as the world around them hates them, they tend to grow up to be bitter and mistrustful; they're not terribly inclined to help people they expect to run them off in an angry mob. Some of them embrace their impulses, seeing as they're just going to be seen as monsters anyway.

Their ancestry can be from various categories:

Deities: Beshaba, goddess of misfortune is one of the more known ancestors of tieflings. Her descendants are marked by white hair and deer antlers growing from their heads. Mask, god of thieves is another ancestor; Maskarian tieflings cast no reflections. Bhaal's tieflings show no outward signs, but have inclinations towards violence and an obsession with death.

Baatezu; Devils, the Lawful Evil fiends of the Nine Hells. Erinyes (fallen angels with black wings), gelugons (ice insects) and pit fiends (giant scaly red monsters with horns) are the most common ancestors. They enjoy strict hierarchies, complicated plots, rules and contracts with lots of smallprint.

Tanar'ri: Demons, the Chaotic Evil fiends of the Infinite Layers of the Abyss ("If there's anything you don't like, you'll find it here."). The most common demonic ancestors are Mariliths (giant sexy snake warrior ladies with six arms and swords) and Succubi (who were strictly demons, until 5e decided the devils needed a soul-stealing sex monster even though they already had those and they were the exact same thing as a succubus (Brachina)). Where devils enjoy playing with contracts and mind games and the slow descent into corruption, demons are pure hunger/lust and chaos and usually go for the fast track to corruption. Orgies and mindless over-the-top violence, both at the same time, if possible. ["Devils and demons hate each other" is the biggest understatement the universe knows, and the two have been at war since basically the dawn of time. It's called the Blood War and it will never end. They are instinctually driven to destroy each other, and this is also built into their tiefling descendants.]

Other: Fiends who fall into no other category. There is actually a third category - Yugoloths, the Neutral Evil fiends, but they don't seem to make tieflings that I've seen. Night Hags are a common enough ancestor, and tieflings descended from them often have blue/violet skin, likened to the colour of bruises. Rakshasa are another one; cat eyes and occasionally fur turning up on them.

3.5e gave them a set of traits they all shared: higher reflexes; a boost to their intelligence stat (for some reason?); the ability to see in total darkness; to create areas of pitch black supernatural darkness; they were less affected by the cold and electric shocks, and their flesh and skin was slightly fire retardant. Sometimes they had an affinity for certain animals, or had wings.

Back in 2e, Tieflings were all unique and could manifest some of any number of random traits. Behold! The chart!

And then, amongst the various shit that went down as the setting was burned down around us all in 4e, Asmodeus - Archdevil of the Ninth Hell, Ruler of the Nine Hells - killed the god Azuth and elevated himself to godhood. He "defeated" the Tanar'ri in the (eternal!) Blood War and celebrated by having a circle of warlocks known as "the Toril Thirteen" to create a new strain of tieflings descended from him to remind the world to fear him. This would be fine, except he did this by ruining overwriting all the pre-existing tieflings so that they would now all be descended from him and ALL have their varied, often subtle, appearances be changed to be red skinned people with goat horns and tails regardless of if that made any FUCKIGN sense. How do you overwrite a Night Hag or Mask or.the goddamn Mulhorandi pantheon The hells and Asmodeus have zero - ZERO, connection! He has no claim-.

*ahem*

Asmodeus exerts no control over "his" tieflings, however, they are simply marked by his power. People do not like them any better than the originals, but less of them are getting killed at birth now due to being born into families of other tieflings.

The ancestry of these tieflings does not dilute over time. The child of an Asmodeus tiefling is another tiefling.

By 15th century DR (5e) the Blood War is back on and the original tieflings have begun to re-emerge in Toril, but the majority are still the Asmodeus type.

The generic tieflings are rare enough that the majority can go their entire lives without meeting another of their kind. Asmodeus' tieflings are uncommon, but prone to being found in small groups.

Tieflings are "persecuted and feared in most of Faerûn." (Though the gods don't give a damn, and are happy enough to manifest to them in dreams in tiefling form to the delight of the religiously inclined)

There are, however, places where they are more common.

Back before it blew up (4e!) Thay had an unusually high tiefling population. "Thayan tieflings [were] usually the grandchildren of powerful wizards, birthed as part of some power scheme, and usually [spent] their lives as slaves or pawns to both sides of the family." Obviously, these tieflings became Asmodeus tieflings due to the ritual. Afterwards the lich Szass Tam decided to turn everybody undead. Some living people returned to Thay, once it was habitable again post-Spellplague (despite still being full of liches and vampires), so there may be some Thayan tieflings remaining. TIefling descendants of the refugees of Thay can also be found in the surrounding countries. Aglarond, mostly, since Rashamen has a decidedly negative history with Thay. Mulhorand is another land with a tiefling population. Mulhorand is Ancient Egypt. Not like fantasy-equivalent to Ancient Egypt, like they're actually the descendants of Ancient Egyptians who ended up in Toril (side effect of ancient wizards kidnapping people from other worlds to enslave). Mulhorandi planetouched are the descendants of the local gods, who once ruled the country themselves when it was first founded, and the mixture of aasmiar, genasi and tieflings is significant enough to make up 2% of the total population. In the case of tieflings, that usually means their grandfather/ancestor is Set, Anhur or Sobek. Historically the priesthoods of Mulhorand enjoyed bickering, which would've been annoying as the descendant of their god/their god's enemy, but the pantheon has told them to knock it off nowadays.

Mulhorandi tieflings have their own naming conventions, taking surnames based on their ancestor; Zia or Sia preceding the god's name. Ziasobek or Sianhur, for example. In the North, Neverwinter was once host to a cult dedicated to Asmodeus (the Ashmadai) that lead to a rise in tieflings, and since that offers an opportunity to blend in with their own kind the city attracted more tiefling immigrants, and as such has a fair sized population now.

I'm also taking a third option: immigrants from the outer planes would be unusual, but tieflings are out there and some of them may decide to move to Faerûn for some reason.

Sigil is a city at the centre of the universe built into the inside of a giant ring at the top of an infinite spire that has no beginning or end. It's also the nexus point of the universe, is covered in portals and its markets have goods from everywhere in known existence. It's population also comes from everywhere in existence, so tieflings are not such an oddity. Culturally it's rather like a fantasy parody of corrupt cockney Victorianesque(?) London, if the entirety of D&D moved there.

Tieflings can also be found living in the Lower Planes themselves, usually as canon fodder in the Blood Wars.

#Mulhorandi tieflings didn't have shit to do with the blood war fuck you Asmodeus #WotC: What if we made all the tieflings bland cookie-cutter red devils?#me: What if you went to hell instead?#tiefling tav #bg3 tiefling #long post

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inbabylontheywept · 10 months

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Master Post of Writings and Series

HFY Science Fiction That Isn't a Ship, It's a Cannon with FTL! Military fiction revolving around space pirates and a railgun someone strapped an FTL drive to. There are three parts, the link above should let you scroll through the whole series. Like Sharks A short fic based on the prompt "Humans are the only ones to actually develop FTL. Everyone else just uses wormholes." The Scattering Experimental piece. I normally do prose, but I tried a poem. Inspired by the Dark Forest Theory. "So...What's the biggest gun you've ever made?" First installment starring Earl, a weapons designer. In this episode he explains the basics of fission-based fusion weapons, their applications in throwing things into orbit. Also stars a horny lobsterman. "R&D? More like R&Deez Nuts" Second installment starring Earl. This is a laser tag fight starring the R&D division, accounting, and sales. There will be male bonding. Or else. "Yeah, sure, and I shit thermite. Be serious." Earl drinks until he pukes. Aliens learn that humans produce hydrochloric acid for digestion. The Vengabus is Coming! A pinned down group of soldiers has to call in a human tank for backup. Shock and awe does not begin to describe it. Hold Your Breath and Burn The bad news is that he's gonna die in space. The good news is that he can make it count. "I will solve you if I must." The last tool of diplomacy is threats. Burning Bridges You don't have to kill a soldier to keep them from being a combatant. "I think we underestimated the scale of the human species by eight or nine orders of magnitude." In which humans turn out to be the swarm. Party Favors Humanity solved mortality. It did not solve boredom. Now it's everyone's problem. Starring my creepiest humans, a lot of drugs, and the leasy sexy descriptions of sex I could make.

HFY Fantasy Small, Fragile, and Destined to Die There's something to be said for spitting in the face of death. Sometimes, literally. "Healing+Lightning=Wizard Launcher" Unconventional spell uses let a wizard punch above his weight. And bite. And kick. Human wizards make a lot of ruckus. An Honorary Troll A wizard fights a troll. It is not a very wizardly fight. I considered it a very loose sequel to the story above it, but both can absolutely be read separately. Dale of the Dales A two part series about a human protecting a town of halflings from an army of gnomes with the power of hospitality, and also being comparatively massive. Why Human's Can't Cast On the properties of superconductors and golden gods. The Thunder God of Honnillee A human is adopted by a halfling. What Talon and What Dreadful Claw Tragedy with a man and a spynx.

Unsorted Fictions Leviathan A necromancer scours the depths of hell for a soul worthy of his creation. He finds more than he bargained for. Odysseus in Space (It's very, very good) Biographical Pieces The Kitchen Labyrinth of Missile Science Why does a classified facility with 30 people at it have 7 kitchens? What would you do if I told you it has seven of every kind of room? The Fridges. Oh my God, the Fridges. It also has 20 fridges in it. Obviously. Kevin vs. Intro to Quantum You would be surprised at the kind of intellectual challenges random bystanders can take. I certainly was. Layman walks in and becomes the class mascot. The Condom Bomber In which I fuck up. Videos None of these are narrated by me, but I thought I'd list them here for anyone that prefers listening to reading. Like Sharks, read by Grey Voice. He focuses on smooth reading. Like Sharks, read by Aggro Squirrel. He has a theatrical voice. Like Sharks, read by NetNarrator. He has a fast, clipped style. The Vengabus is Coming & Burning Bridges 2 for 1 by Aggro Squirrel. "Yeah, and I shit thermite. Be serious." by Net Narrator. "So, what's the biggest gun you've ever made?" by Aggro Squirrel.

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masterjedilenawrites · 10 months

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This might be an odd request, but what do the Bois and Batch do when their SO is wearing a swimsuit in their color (Blue for the 501st, Red/Black for the Batch)? Like, do they just fall deeper in love, or do they immediately get... Hard

[18+ below the cut, please and thank you]

Wolffe, Rex, and Echo are flustered beyond belief. They don't know how to react other than to blush, stumble over their words, and sneak long, adoring glances at you throughout the day. If they catch anyone else staring or being too suggestive with their compliments, they'll get so cranky. Best take them somewhere private so they don't feel as self-conscious about admiring you openly.

Fives, Kix, and Wrecker dig it, 110%. They would've already been checking out your suit, regardless of what it looks like. But these specific colors are a nice cherry on top. Their face instantly lights up. They'll whistle or give you some cheeky compliments. And they insist on you posing for some photos (which they may or may not look at during lengthy missions in the future).

For Fox, Jesse, and Crosshair... instant boner. Honestly, anything in their colors will get their blood flowing, but a swimsuit? On their partner? Hoo boy.... They will need help hiding it if they're in a public place, or else get them somewhere private ASAP so they can get some relief. This reaction will happen every time you wear that suit, so just... be prepared is all.

Cody, Tup, and Hunter zone out as soon as they catch sight of it. Nothing else on the beach/at the pool matters but you in that swimsuit. They can't believe they are so lucky to be with someone like you, someone who looks so sexy but is also so thoughtful and wants to impress them. They'll be all over you for the rest of the day.

In all honesty, Dogma, Hardcase, and Tech don't notice right away. The colors, that is. They'll still check you out, openly or secretly, whatever their style is with these things. But it takes some time before it dawns on them that you purposefully wore this specific suit for them. It's their color-scheme that you're so proudly wearing on your beautiful body. They're goners at that point.

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fortheloveofdeaddove · 6 months

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Gathering Fiki Trick or Treat 2023 10/22 prompt submission

Trick prompt for 22/10: The God of Harvest receives whatever sacrifice God of Harvest desires.

Content Warning: Durincest,sibling incest, Smut, Dub Con (but not really, just situationally not ideal), ritual sex, harvest rituals (but the sexy kind), evil entities, At-Least-He's-Pretty levels of intelligence from Thorin

Author's note: Not edited or beta'd. Sorry for any mistakes. Thanks @gatheringfiki and @linane-art for organizing this!

Read under the cut or check it out on Ao3!

What The God of Harvest Wants

Dwalin didn’t like the idea of bringing the lads along this time. If Thorin was so hellbent on taking back their kingdom one day, he didn’t see the necessity of it. His lord and cousin reasoned that if it had to be done (which Dwalin still was not at all convinced that it did) it was better to ease his heirs into understanding this pivotal observance over a long period of time, rather than shock them with it all at once. They were reasonably intelligent boys; give them long enough and perhaps they would put two and two together and spare them the trouble of having to explain too much outright.

The uncle of said youths also happened to loathe difficult conversations with his nephews, and left as much of it as he could to Balin, their mother, or even more troublingly, Dwalin. Unlike his brother, Dwalin wasn’t exactly known for being chatty . When the terrors had been younger, it had been easy enough to explain it away as a yearly hunting trip. The boys were needed in Ered Luin with their mother, and were too unskilled to traverse the dangerous lands that were ideal for hunting in the autumn. In truth, it was up to the Ri brothers to do the actual hunting in the usual places while Dwalin and Thorin saw to the venerated ritual.

The dwarrow of Erebor did not historically acknowledge a God of Harvest. Unfortunately for their people, they had left Erebor long ago, driven from their homeland by a fire-wyrm. Along the arduous journey of many years across Middle Earth, there had been endless hidden rules to learn about the upper world and its surface-dwelling peoples; some that could be learned by listening and observing and other, far more bitter lessons that could only be learned the hard way. Immigrating a large group of non-indigenous dwarrow to a place once known as Belegost - a mountain kingdom that was half crumbling into the sea and the echoes of ages past still haunted the very stone - had not come without its lessons. Whether they had ever in the past acknowledged a God of Harvest didn’t matter, for the land they dwelled in commanded it now.

Dwarrow also were not historically known for assimilating, but desperate times called for desperate measures. They’d been warned in no uncertain terms when they arrived in the area of how the land demanded a tribute in the fallow season, but for the first several years had been too stubborn to listen. Thorin especially brushed it off as human superstition, halfling nonsense, and elvish lies. Eventually, when their settlement in Ered Luin began to require more of their food in trade than was sustainable to afford for their people, and likewise the surrounding communities were running out of food to sell to them , Thorin finally agreed to look into the matter.

Town by town the story varied - how the tradition had begun, or what entity it was even for, and why. In dark days, some said, it required a higher price to be paid, but thankfully there was no one alive with any living memory of those times. Now it seemed satisfied - if not fiercely insistent - that any community with more than a half dozen families perform the rite during the season of gwivashazdînmerag , within a fortnight of Durin’s Day. Dwalin and Thorin typically timed it so that they returned within two or three days of the sacred holiday and could celebrate their arrival with a traditional feast in the company of their kin.

It had been the two of them from the very beginning. Thorin could not bear to dole out the responsibility to anyone but himself and his closest companion. It was less of a violation this way, since they were already frequent visitors to each other’s beds. Having a shag on top of an eerie altar in front of a shadowy figure that only appeared when they went looking for it during that particular season in that particular wood wasn’t bad as far as “sacrifices” went, in Dwalin’s opinion. Though it seemed more like the kind of thing done in spring, but who was Dwalin to question the will of… whatever peeping-tom, immortal wraith needed the yearly humping display?

If he were being honest, he looked forward to this now. They never had a bad time, at any rate. Less so this year he could only presume. The boys, though both of age (Kili just a couple years ago), were company that tested his patience even on his best days. They would be full of endless questions as to why they weren’t hunting. They weren’t likely to stay where instructed or do as they were told, and the only reason Dwalin hadn’t outright refused this idiotic idea was because, somehow, he and Thorin had never been interrupted during the act.

There must have been some mystical force field (probably all that fog that would suddenly surround them when they stumbled upon the right place) or magic that kept others away while he and Thorin were otherwise occupied. They never saw anyone else there, either, though presumably other settlements sent pairs to settle their accounts. Once the deed was done, the fog would gradually disappear, and they would find their way once more, and reunite with their companions who stood guard to wait for them. (Balin and Nori had been keen to test all the factors they could think of when investigating the rite. It wouldn’t do for the common people to find out what their prince got up to in the name of a mysterious, un-dwarrow power.)

(It would look to their people precisely like what Dwalin suspected it actually was, given the history of their place of habitation. Dark magic. Dark magic that was better off being appeased than opposed.)

There was practically no chance they would be found out, but there was every chance of the lads getting into some stupid trouble while he and their uncle’s backs were turned.

***

The sun had set hours ago, and Fili didn’t think he could hold Kili back any longer. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. His brother was wearing down the grass where he paced in worry. Something was wrong, and his priority wasn’t convincing Kili the opposite was true anymore. It was finding out what had happened to their uncle and Dwalin.

He hated admitting it but his brother was right. Something hadn’t been normal about this from the start. Thorin and Dwalin had been downright shifty about this trip - telling them to pack less than they usually would for a hunt, and then there had been the intense but nearly silent fight between their mother and uncle before they left. Dwalin wasn’t exactly verbose but even his grimace was grimmer than usual. They’d been instructed to make camp by an outcrop of stones a quarter league or so away from the treeline. Before they watched their elders disappeare into the forest, Thorin had said to expect them shortly after sundown. Midnight had come and gone, and there had been no sign of them.

“So?” Kili pressed, eyeing the small fire they had lit then squinting into the darkness toward the forest.

“Alright. But swear to me,” Fili growled as his little brother immediately started breaking down the camp, “that you will not leave my sight, nor let me leave yours. Should-to-shoulder the whole time, am I clear?”

“Yes, uncle ,” Kili hissed irritably and kicked dirt into the fire.

Fili sighed and rolled his eyes, and tried not to dwell on how alluring Kili looked as his little brother shouldered his bow and silently made his way forward with all the skills and sudden focus of a seasoned tracker. Frowning, scowling, and seething (not to mention the occasional, unexpected bout of competence ) brought out an attractiveness in his naddith that Fili couldn’t quite explain. Thankfully he could hardly give himself away by provoking his brother’s temper, and Kili never seemed to suspect his elder brother wasn’t just doing it to get a rise out of him.

Such thoughts were unworthy of him as a crown prince and older brother. These facts had never stopped the thoughts, unfortunately. Appropriateness of time and place seemed to have little influence over him, either. Now, for instance, when he should have been focused on finding his uncle and Dwalin, he was far more distracted by the moonlight shining down through the trees and alighting Kili’s chestnut hair in a mesmerizing dapple. The glinting silver braid-bead Fili had made and gifted Kili for his latest name day glittered as his brother moved fluidly over the hard ground. Feigning ignorance when his mother asked him why it looked so much like a courting bead was also below him, but he’d done it nonetheless. It was probably because, he had assured her carefully, his very favorite bead ever crafted was worn in her hair, and had been crafted by none other than his belated father. He must have been unconsciously thinking of that.

His mother wasn’t a sentimental dwarrowdam, except in some cases. It had worked to throw her off. When Bofur had joked at Kili’s name day celebration about it, Fili simply told everyone he knew it was the only one Kili would ever get, and Fili was just doing his naddith a favor.

The ensuing fight had been enough to turn everyone’s attention from it. He’d apologized to Kili that night. Knowing his little brother was still sulking under his covers, he’d slipped into bed beside him instead of going to his own, and admitted that he’d been embarrassed by the coincidence and shouldn’t have used Kili to side-step his own humiliation. He didn’t really believe Kili would never receive a courting bead. Seeing how easy it was for Kili to get along with others, he’d probably receive one far sooner than Fili ever would.

He sighed and shook his head to chase away the memory, then realized suddenly he had no idea where they were. The clear skies and moonlight were gone. They were surrounded by thin, gnarled trees on all sides. When had they entered the forest? Where was the path? Where had all this fog come from?

Kili had gone deadly still, likely realizing their predicament at the same time as Fili. He turned slowly to his brother, eyes wide with confusion.

Did you see how we got here? Fil hastily signed.

Kili shook his head frantically.

Stay calm, Fili tried to remind him.

Fili! It must be wights!

Fili shook his head sternly. Stop. Not helping. Torch.

Kili immediately scrambled to retrieve the wood and cloth from his pack, only to turn around and find it suddenly gone. Fili reached for his dagger and realized that he, too, had been relieved of his gear and weapons. Fog began to thicken and swirl around them and they quickly drew closer to one another, back to back as they tried to see through the thick clouds.

“Fili —”

“Don’t let go of me!” Fili shouted, and they linked hands. As soon as it began, it was over. Suddenly the fog fell - as if it were suddenly pulled down to the ground - and swirled lazily at their feet. They were in a clearing now, the looming trees now further away, and they both laid eyes at the raised structure in the middle of the area at the same time.

“What is that ?” Kili whispered loudly, but made no move to go investigate. It looked to Fili like an altar or large throne of some sort. There was no other way to explain it but that the stone it was made of looked… wrong. Foul. A sheenless black rock, it was marbled with a brown, almost red mineral that he didn’t recognize, and great, thick, thorned, black vines grew around it almost like a grotesque frame. Odd as it was to notice, there was a small bowl perched on a raised part of the stone - where one might consider the arm of a chair to be.

Graced am I by the youngest of Durin’s sons.

A voice felt at first like it might split their eardrums and carried pain and terror throbbed around them, and immediately they both fell to their knees and covered their ears. It did nothing, since the voice was inside them as well.

The God of Harvest receives whatever sacrifice the God of Harvest desires. The would-be king and his loyal dog have come as they have each year before, yet it is now the golden king of years-to-come and his beloved who will satisfy me. Do as I command, and not only will your people prosper through another winter, but I will make a way that you may follow home .

Fili and Kili looked at each other, fear written in their eyes, but also the resignation that there was nothing they could do but face the creature. Slowly looked up to see a shroud of darkness before them. Like the blackest, putrid smoke bleeding outward from a void, just hovering there menacingly.

“What…” Fili swallowed and almost choked with how parched he had become, “what have you done… with our kin?”

They seek me, but they will not find me. Never again. You will bear the responsibility. You will lead, and be followed. Hear me, Fili, son of Vili, crown prince of Erebor. Do as I command and you will be reunited. They do not have what I require, but you and Kili do.

Kili flinched at the mention of his name. Whatever was going on, it seemed like it had no interest in Dwalin and Thorin, and was only keeping them separated until it had what it wanted. Whatever that was.

“What is it you want?” he said more resolutely this time, and dared to stand while his brother followed unsteadily after him.

It is good, is it not, when interests align? What is it you want, oh prince? Show me. Take your brother to my altar and show me what you want, and I will be satisfied. As your elders have done and returned faithfully year after year, do as I command now and you will never need to return here again. As promised, a path will be laid for you and your kin to the solitary mountain.

“As our elders have done?” Kili managed to inquire shakily. “What have they done? What path? What do you want?”

“Kili —” Fili tried to stop him.

A splitting, white-hot pain flashed in their skulls and visions passed behind their eyes. They saw a vast land beyond the Blue Mountains, where the sea should have been. Mighty kingdoms were built and crumbled in seconds and the lands changed rapidly before them. A malevolent presence lingered out of sight as the ages came and went, and suddenly they were back in the clearing, eyes open and pain gone. Faded shadows of people of all sorts passed before them like echos. Always two at a time, walking swiftly to the altar and falling atop each other in a rush of lust and passion. An elf and a woman, two humans, two halflings, a halfling and an elf - the combinations were varied and endless, until finally they found themselves watching in growing alarm as the shadowy figures of Dwalin and their uncle approached the altar.

“Alright, alright! Enough! We get the point!” Fili panicked as the two reached the bottom of the stone and turned toward one another.

“You… you want us to have sex for you?” Kili recoiled. “What kind of load is —”

“Kili shut up!” Fili snarled.

You cannot comprehend my reasoning, young mortal? Tell me, littlest prince of the Longbeards, what do my reasons amount to, to you? When it doesn’t even matter what they are, for you will take any reason, whether nonsensical or otherwise?

“Stop talking to it,” the elder prince warned.

Who is to say you didn’t pray for this again and again at night, Kili, while you laid so innocently next to your elder brother and tried to think of good reasons not to touch yourself. Or more importantly, reasons not to touch him —

“Stop it!” Kili shouted.

“Kili look at me,” Fili insisted and grabbed his brother by his shoulders. “We can’t let this thing get into our heads —”

Far too late for that, dear lion. What things would your little brother see in your noble head, should I show him?

Fili quickly averted his eyes from Kili’s gaze and released his shoulders.

Of course, there is always another path. It is the one where you do not do as I command. In consequence, not just your people will suffer my wrath for this insult. I will ensure the line of Durin cannot endure from your branch, and your legacy will wither, and a Fell winter will spread across the land for generations. Make your choice, princes.

“Kili… I can’t make you do this,” Fili ground out, still refusing to meet his brother’s gaze. “If we run —”

“Run?” Kili spat, nearly hysterically. “To where? To tell uncle we refused this thing? That a Fell Winter and the end of your line is coming? We cannot bring this ruin upon an entire region! Maybe… maybe Thorin didn’t stumble upon this with the last person he wanted to even look at the way you’ve had to, but it couldn’t have been easy for them either. Let’s… let's just get it done as they have. Just… close your eyes and think of some lass and then we can leave .”

Fili’s eyes snapped up and he stared at his brother with a horrified expression.

“Kili you can’t be serious! I’m not going to force you —”

“You’re not forcing me! Hello! Look at me! I’m agreeing to do this and get on with it! So quit feeling sorry for yourself and —”

“I’m not feeling sorry for myself, I’m feeling sorry for you ! I know… I know you never planned your first to be with… with me. I’m your brother, you wouldn’t, you don’t —”

“And I’m so sure you’re just bursting with excitement to have to share a hump with your pathetic little brother who has no beard and is a spare and is just exactly your idea of who you’d like to take to some haunted sex ritual.”

It was then, Fili believed but couldn’t be sure, that the black-void-entity still hovering next to them sighed impatiently.

“Don’t say that,” Fili muttered awkwardly. “You know I hate that. You’re not a spare . Not to me.”

“Well then… stop torturing yourself over what you think you’re doing to me. We’re here, looks like we’re the chosen ones… let’s just… do it.”

They shared a hesitant moment before Kili warily stepped around the mass of floating black to approach the altar.

“Ugh, this looks like the least comfortable place for a fuck,” he grumbled, and Fili shook his head at the audacity on display in his brother that he should still have the gall to complain.

“Ew, what is this…? For Durin’s sake,” his brother scowled as he dipped a finger into the bowl Fili had previously noticed and rubbed his fingers together to inspect the substance.

To ease your joining, young one. Now proceed, for I have indulged your cowardly hesitation long enough.

The smoke faded into nothing, but neither of the princes was foolish enough to believe the thing had actually left . They could still feel the heavy, unpleasant presence whether or not it was visible.

Fili rubbed the back of his neck, nerves like he had never known before kept him rooted to the spot while his brother continued to inspect the profane structure.

“Well, I don’t suppose it’s, uh, I mean, you’re the elder and um… the future king. I suppose… I should…”

“Should what?” Fili blurted.

“Take… the um… su-su, hm,” he cleared his throat as a blush rose high on his cheeks. “The submissive… position. Right?”

“I don’t —”

“Yeah, okay. That should work. I’ll just… should I get all the way undressed, or —”

FIli couldn’t take this anymore one way or another, and since there was no getting out of it, he needed to take action. He couldn’t leave his brother to shoulder this responsibility entirely.

“Sit,” Fili said firmly, though he didn’t feel an ounce of the confidence that his voice feigned. Kili immediately sat atop the “seat” and looked up at his brother with wide, trusting eyes. “Just follow my instructions.”

Fili knelt before his brother and placed his hands on his knees and gently pulled them apart, keeping his eyes on Kili’s face for any sign of distress. He inhaled shapely when Fili slowly slid his hands up his thighs and unclasped the buckle of his trousers.

“Okay?” FIli asked.

Kili swallowed hard and nodded. He ran his tongue across his lips and Fili was suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to do the same. Slowly, very slowly, he leaned forward and pointedly looked at Kili’s lips before looking back up at his warm, brown eyes for permission. The slightest nod of affirmation, and Fili closed the distance between them at the same time he cupped his brother’s length.

His brother’s very hard length. Fili didn’t have time to think about that as Kili gasped against his mouth and he took the opportunity to taste him, finally . His naddith groaned and gave as good as he got, reaching up to grip Fili’s mane and pull him closer, caressing his tongue with his own with enthusiasm and more skill than Fili couldn’t account for. He stroked his brother firmly but slowly, gathering precum at the tip of his cock to smear along the length. He wanted to look at him, see him hard and weeping and even better yet, swallow him down, but he couldn’t. Whatever mind tricks Kili had played on himself to get his body to play along wouldn’t pass for tricks from Fili if he let his guard down. It would be obvious he wanted Kili.

That thing had all but revealed his secret, but his brother had obviously been too panicked to understand what it was saying.

This was the thing he’d wanted more than anything - more than his uncle’s approval or even his mother’s love, and yes, even more than Erebor. To be able to have it, but not … to taste it but not be allowed to swallow, to have his brother under him but only by the force of their circumstances, never to happen again… it was torture.

“S-stop, stop, Fili —” Kili suddenly broke the kiss and pulled back and Fili recoiled as if he’d been burned. This was it, Fili had crossed the line, Kili couldn’t bear it —

“Don’t make me come before you. But please,” Kili panted, “don’t stop.”

Fili swallowed and furrowed his brow but nodded, dumbfounded. What were they doing ? Had this creature done something to make Kili want it?

Burning with internal heat, Fili tore off his leathers while Kili did the same. Fili helped him pull off his boots and tried not to feel like a creep for looking at his brother the way he was. With just their linen tunics between them now, Kili slowly reclined fully against the stone, while Fili hovered above him.

“I-I need,” Fili fumbled to say, “the uh… I need to… stretch you, so it won’t… so I don’t…”

Kili nodded and looked away as he spread his legs apart. A wave of dizziness almost threatened to overwhelm him as Fili tried with all his might not to see his beloved brother, hard and panting, spread out underneath him. He was there, right there, he couldn’t not see him, but he wasn’t allowed. This wasn’t allowed .

Trembling, he reached up to the bowl and drenched three fingers in the slippery fluid. He eased himself between his brother’s thighs, spreading him even further before Fili than before and took as steadying breath as he placed a finger at the furl of his entrance.

“Try to relax and push against my finger. It might sting and when it does, try to breathe and relax every muscle as much as possible. Don’t try to be brave, tell me if I hurt you immediately. Do you understand?”

“ Yes uncle ,” Kili snarked and the comment worked to break some of the tension between them. Fili rolled his eyes and leaned over to kiss his silly naddith on the forehead before returning to his lips. Kili again gasped against his mouth when Fili began circling the tight bud with more intention, and he distracted him with more deep, lingering kisses for several long minutes as he eased the first finger in. By the gods he wished he could tell Kili how beautiful he was when he threw his head back and whined, but he settled instead for drawing more noises of pleasure from him by kissing and licking and nibbling along the pale flesh offered. The second finger required even more distraction, and Fili trailed his hungry mouth down his brother’s sternum and teased and sucked his nipples until he was loose enough to accommodate Fili thrusting and stretching his digits inside his tight clench. Fili only wrapped his hand around his hard length again when he finally slid in a third finger, and Kili simultaneously begged for him to wait, please wait, but don’t ever stop, please more.

Kili held his own legs up and apart for his brother as Fili lined his neglected cock up with his brother’s wet, spasming hole. With a sense of dismay, Fili realized he would think about this moment every time he took someone to bed for the rest of his life.

“Please, Fili,” Kili pleaded, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. What he was begging for Fili couldn’t really know, or refused to believe. He took another breath and pressed forward into his brother’s virgin entrance and tried not to lose himself entirely to the tight, hot, embrace of his baby brother’s body. Kili went utterly still beneath him, eyes fixed on Fili’s in what looked like wonder. The sound of his breath leaving him as Fili bottomed out was exquisite, and suddenly Kili was pulling at him, clawing at his shirt and trying to wrap his legs around his older brother’s thick trunk unsuccessfully. Fili steadied Kili’s hips, mindful not to hurt him while Kili strained against him in a rush to seek whatever he was seeking.

“Kili, what are you —”

“Ungh, oh gods, please, please, move naddith, please —”

“Shh, shh, stay still. I’ll give it to you, I promise, just lay still.” If he continued to squirm like that, Fili was going to come, and fast. No matter what Kili said, there was no way Fili was letting himself come first. Kili trembled beneath him but stopped his frantic movements, and Fili slowly pulled out, then slowly thrust back in. Kili groaned and dropped his head back against the stone again, and Fili took the opportunity to bury himself in his brother’s neck, nearly bending the younger in half. Kili didn’t complain and only rolled his hips in time to meet Fili’s next slow thrust, and he cried out brokenly and squeezed his thighs against Fili’s sides as a result of the coordination.

“Fuck, Fili, oh fuck, fuck —”

“Kili, oh gods, naddith, oh fuck —”

“Feels good, Fee, fuck it feels so good. More, more, fuck me harder Fili, please —”

“Ah!” Fili said in surprise, both at what his little brother had just said, but also at how his hips kicked forward of their own volition to deliver a much rougher thrust than he’d yet given.

“Yes! Fuck yes please! Please Fili, please —”

Fili couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed himself up on his hands and delivered several hard thrusts that sent his brother’s voice into the trees and sky. “Fili! Oh gods, I’m gonna come, fuck, please, please Fili just come inside of me, please come inside of me, please —”

Fili was falling before he could stop himself and he leaned over and sank his teeth into Kili’s shoulder, delivering thrusts that sent Kili sliding up the stone so that his head hung over the other side, licking the bright red marks in apology.

“Yes Kili fuck yes ah ah AH KILI —”

Fili relished the feeling of hot, wet seed and his brother’s nails tearing the flesh down his back as he came harder than he could ever remember coming before in his life. As his brother had demanded, he spilled himself inside his naddith, growling and groaning against the abused flesh of his little brother’s shoulder as the pleasure of his orgasm was ripped from his loins, and the evidence of it flooded Kili’s passage.

Almost immediately the atmosphere changed. Rays of dawn light broke through the clouds and the air felt warmer, and less malevolent. Kili blinked and shared his awareness, paying more attention now to their changing surroundings than the fact that Fili was still inside of him.

Carefully and with far more gentleness than he’d ever let Kili witness him showing, Fili pulled out and dutifully helped his little brother wipe himself clean. They both dressed in silence, not bothering to address the situation or ask where the thing had gone. They turned their backs to the altar to rearrange their clothing, and once they turned back around, it was gone. The trees were close again, and there was a clear path back to the edge of the forest.

Stranger still than all these happenings was that Dwalin and Thorin were waiting for them by their campsite when they returned, a deer, a boar, and two bags full of quail between them. They welcome Kili and Fili back as if nothing at all was amiss.

When Fili tried to question them about what had happened, and had begun to tell the tale of what they had been through (just up to the point of encountering the entity , and no further), Thorin and Dwalin looked at them both with so much concern that Fili and Kili eventually dropped it, and played it off as a bad joke. Fili could never really be sure, because perhaps this was how his uncle had meant it to happen. Or, perhaps, the entity had removed Thorin and Dwalin’s memory of the rite entirely. It had said that the rite would no longer be required if Fili did as it asked.

As for him and Kili, they eventually sorted it out. Any closer inspection of the event on either of their sides made clear that the longing had never been one sided. Despite it all amounting to having a shag on an eerie alter in front of a shadowy figure, they hadn’t had a bad time, really. As for the path it had set them on, sitting on the throne many years later with his beloved brother by his side as consort, Fili could only be strangely grateful for it all.

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