#dean o’gorman

[ovenstavern]

I’ve always thought Ryan Gosling looked a little bit (okay a LOT) like Dean O’Gorman. So, on a five-hour flight, I churned out this masterpiece :)))

#fili #fili durin #the hobbit #dean o’gorman #ken #the barbie movie #ryan gosling #barbenheimer #ken!fili #oven draws

[deanofilmographyproject]

Dean O'Gorman as Iolaus in Young Hercules

#dean ogorman #dean o’gorman #dean o'gorman #iolaus #young hercules #multiple episodes

[blairsanne]

#has he really had this hoodie since he was 12? #dean o’gorman #dean o'gorman

[jprgirl]

Dean O'Gorman as Anders Johnson in S2 of The Almighty Johnsons

#he had an eventful trip to Norway #the almighty johnsons #almighty johnsons #anders johnson #dean o’gorman #dean ogorman #dean o'gorman

[i-want-to-see-mountains-again]

Good morning! Let’s start our day with some Fili looking fine! My favorite son of Durin.🥰🦁👑🏔🗡

#fili #the hobbit #son of Durin #heir of Durin #dean o’gorman

[luna-writes-stuff]

I’m so glad you’re taking requests again! I love your writing. Reading your work always makes my day a little brighter 🥰 Could I please request some jealous/protective Fili headcanons leading to a first kiss? With she/her pronouns for the reader? I hope you’re having fun on your vacation!

Awwe thank you! And all we really need is some protective Fili being just a little bit stupid🥹 Also, this idea just seemed too good to be some headcanons, so I made a short fanfic. Hope you like it!

Everyone In The Room, Fili Durin

Fanfic, gn! reader

Very brief angst, turned to fluff

Word count: 1521

Tw: Not proofread hahahahha. Mentions of alcohol/drinking (no one is drunk though), confession time, some good old angst. It’s good for the soul. Smooching.

Summary: Fili never tot jealous. Until you spend a little too much time with someone he doesn’t know. And it leads him to confess some hidden feelings. Ones that you were too blind to see.

Fili wasn’t usually the jealous type. Does he get annoyed at others when they pay a little bit too much attention to you? Sure. But jealous? No.

But this guy has been talking to you for quite some time now, and not once have you made a face to your best friend, signaling you wanted to be saved. And Fili did not want to interrupt your talk, as you seemed to sincerely enjoy it. But he could feel the heat rushing to his face as he watched your face smile brighter with every word the other guy spoke.

That was, until you finally met Fili’s eyes, and you hesitantly glanced to your companion. Finally seeing his chance, the dwarf marched up to the two of you, handing you his ale, which he lied to be yours. He made up a quick excuse of Thorin wanting to discuss something with you, and thankfully, the guy seemed to take the hint and walked off. Now it just left you with him.

“Thank you,” You mumbled, taking a swig of the drink in your hands, though you were fully aware it was his.

“The two of you seemed to enjoy yourselves.” The dwarf merely mumbled, placing one hand behind your back as to urge you to move forward, still following his lie.

You just scoffed in response, handing Fili back his ale.

“It started out as a fun conversation, but he kept asking about my love life.” You explained, rolling your eyes as you silently recounted his words.

“Oh yes, which is nonexistent.” The blonde mused in a low tone, still not amused.

You noticed his distant voice, and turned your head to look at him, frowning as you noticed his eyes were on the floor, while they were usually on you.

“Are you alright?” You asked, halting your steps, but Fili kept walking, his hand brushing against your back as he passed you.

Gawking after him, you blinked twice, before quickly following his steps.

“Fi?” You called.

The dwarf in question simply shook his head, as if to block out your words.

Blinking again in confusion, you placed your hand on his shoulder, not halting your steps.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” You tried, trying to look over his shoulder as to see his face. But he just seemed to pick up his pace.

“Mhm. As does everyone else, apparently.” He whispered under his breath, the words barely reaching you.

“Hey!” You called after him, trying to keep up with the speed. “Where are you going?”

“Not important.” He finally spoke aloud, roughly setting his ale down on a small table he passed in his rush.

With a frown, you neared him. Fili hasn’t been this agitated since Kili had filled his shoes with sand, which seemed to take years to get all of it out. He hadn’t shut you out like this, ever. So to say you were taken aback, would be an understatement. All you knew, was that he was obviously mad at you. Or annoyed at the least.

“Was it something I said?” You voiced your concerns, now grabbing the back of his tunic as you forced him to halt, his back colliding with the wall.

He looked at you, before looking at your hand, which slowly retreated. But he didn’t speak. And you took his absence of words as an answer to your question.

“It was something I said.”

“No, it's something I didn’t say.” He mumbled, his hand running to the bottom of his tunic as he toyed with the fabric.

“So what did I say?” You asked, not having catched his words. “What can I do?”

“Nothing.” He answered quickly, dropping his hands. “Give me some time, and I’ll figure it out again.”

He set his foot forward again, preparing to leave, but you shifted your place, now coming face to face with him.

“No,” You announced stubbornly. “I’m not letting you leave while you are upset, remember?”

His head fell down once more, and you sighed loudly, wanting nothing rather than to help your friend. And so, you reached up to his chin, forcing his head up and his eyes back on you.

“So, tell me what I did and tell me how we can fix it.”

Swallowing thickly, Fili shook his head. “We can’t,” He spoke. “And you didn’t do anything wrong.”

His eyes fell on the wall behind you, as if looking for a way out, but it was only you and him, and the doors that seemed to be too far away to run to.

“I despise this sometimes.” He confided through a whisper.

Your hand fell to his biceps, squeezing it in reassurance.

“Despise what?” You wondered.

Now looking back at you, he groaned deeply. “Your absolute blind eyes.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you tried to determine whether he was being true, or if he was warning you before he’d dump his drunk all over you again. But his eyes appeared sincere.

“Every person in this pub has done nothing but stare at you the entire time, you could have everyone you want here. So why make this so difficult?” He ranted, finally breaking.

You chuckled mockingly, knowing his words were meant in good heart, it just fell into wrong ears.

“I didn’t fancy him!” You exclaimed, referring to the guy you were speaking with earlier. “I’m sorry, okay? I appreciate that you are concerned about my love life, but you-“

“I am not talking about him. I am talking about me.” He interrupted, his voice quick and low, but you heard him.

Confusion just seemed to like up as you swallowed your words, your voice dying on your tongue.

“I have been insanely in love with you since we first met and it is killing me that you cannot see it. So are you just playing a game with me, or are you truly blind?” Fili confessed, all his hidden words falling out at last, a heavy weight lifted off of his shoulders.

You were too stunned to respond to him, trying to find the right sentences to say, but they all seemed to vanish into thin air. And so you spoke the only words you could - stupidly - think of.

“Were you jealous?”

“Yes!” He answered gleefully, a long sigh escaping his mouth. “Thank you for noticing.”

But once more, all you did was stare at him, slowly processing his words. This dwarf, that you have been friends with for nearly as long as you could remember, was throwing his entire heart out in front of you, and you could not come to think of any words.

Every sentence he had spoken to you this night was rapidly running through you head, as you remembered the stare he had held on his face as he watched your entire encounter with the guy at the bar earlier. And so, you decided to speak up.

“I am not playing some game with you.” You whispered, your concerned attitude fading with the wind. “You just seem too good to be true.”

A shocked laugh escaped Fili’s mouth as he ran his fingers through his hair, before letting them fall down, holding them in front of you.

“I am.” He assured. “I am right here, so you either reject me now and we can forget all of this or you can take my hands and show everyone here that they can stop staring.”

Glancing at his hands, you considered your options. Though your decision was already clear in your mind, you needed to remind yourself of what was about to change. And how his hands looked completely different than the last hundred times you had held them. Because this time, they wouldn’t be held the same.

Yet, you took them, accepting his hold as he took a step closer to you. His eyes searched yours in a way they never had before, but frankly, the feeling wasn’t foreign.

“Anyone in there would be lucky to have someone like you.” He muttered, referring to the people in the busy pub. His hair fell down his face as he stared at you.

“But they won’t.” You spoke quietly, letting one hand trail up to his cheek as you gently cupped it.

Without any hesitation, the dwarf leaned towards you, his lips brushing over yours gently, before finally colliding. The hand that held his cheek now moved to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as his free hand held your waist.

Though the kiss was nowhere near everlasting, nor breathtaking, it was mesmerizing. And nearly everything you had imagined his lips would be like. The light scruff of his beard tickled your chin as his cold beads ran down your face. But it was pleasant, and simply unforgettable.

Slowly pulling away from him, you leaned your forehead against his, sighing contently.

“I cannot wait to do that again.” You shamelessly spilled, laughing slightly as you processed your words.

Fili laughed with you, his breath fanning against your lips as now both his hands made their way to your waist.

“Neither can I.”

#Luna writes again #tolkien #the hobbit #fili #Fili durin #dean o’gorman #fili x reader #Fili imagine #an unexpected journey #desolation of smaug #battle of the five armies

[just-here-for-iolaus]

Hercules and Iolaus in Young Hercules e35 "My Fair Lilith"

#Iolaus finds the princess pretty and kind of stares at her for this scene haha #while Herc is mostly talking to the other woman beside her #dean o’gorman #dean o'gorman #young iolaus #young hercules #ryan gosling #yh e35

[gayles55]

The prompt was to post nine of your favorite characters. Not sure about the rest of it, LOL but am going to ask my friends to do this as well. Tell me who your favorites are @blairsanne @lisstu @kathyg-61 @disdaidal @silvermoon-scrolls and anyone else who wants to play!

#favorite characters #alexander siddig #dean o’gorman #aidan turner #lee pace #richard armitage #iolaus #anders johnson

[thewitchkingiscool-ace]

So i have this thing that when i’ve been obsessing over a celebrity/character for a while i make it my mission to find out as much as i can about them and now it’s dean o’gorman’s turn and DID YOU KNOW that the man got a BLACK BELT IN KARATE AT THE AGE OF TEN

LIKE NO WONDER HE WAS CAST TO PLAY FILI

#i think my potential autism is to blame for why i do this with like everything i obsess over #dean o’gorman #fili

[laurfilijames]

Lust and Lace

Part 2

Pairing: Evan Lace x female reader

Words: 3,892

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Edging. Oral sex (female receiving) Unprotected intercourse. Drug use (cocaine). Smoking.

Summary: The hours tick by as you provide Evan with solace and distraction from his undoing, and you discover there's another side to him that others haven't been lucky enough to know.

A/N: Prompts used were Edging and "Wait for me."

If anyone has any questions about the show/story please don't hesitate to ask! I'm contemplating a third part to this, so feel free to leave some feedback or interest.

The song they listen to on the record is "Just the Two of Us" by Grover Washington Jr which was released in 1980, however I've found a cover of it that inspired me through this portion of the story.

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The smell of sex lingered in the air, clinging to your bodies and your bedsheets; a reminder of the hours spent together since he arrived unexpectedly earlier in the night hanging above you like the scent of your union did.

Evan sat on the edge of your bed and reached forward to where his pants lay on the floor, pulling out his cigarette case and lighter.

"You don't mind, do you?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder at you.

"I don't think you're the type of man who would stop even if I did mind," you said lightly, making him huff and you saw the corner of his mustache tweak upward in a faint smile.

He lit the smoke and took a long drag, exhaling the plume into your bedroom, his body language mimicking that of a defeated man.

It made you wonder if he'd ever followed sex with any form of intimacy, and assumed it was likely Joanne let him fuck her and then immediately parted from him; the act nothing more than scratching an itch.

You scooted down to join him where he sat, and after he took another pull from his cigarette, you plucked it from his fingers and extinguished it in an empty water glass on your dresser.

He looked at you quizzically, and a little offended that you put out his smoke, but watched you closely as you leaned against him and kissed his shoulder slowly and lovingly, each one an affirmation to how much you cared for him. Taking your hand in his, he wove his fingers with yours, sighing as he let his forehead fall against yours almost helplessly.

Oh, how the mighty fall, you thought, your heart breaking as you felt the emptiness radiate from him.

"I have nothing to offer you," he whispered, full of shame, prompting you to climb over his lap and hold his face in your hands.

He looked up at you desperately, his eyes alight with a sadness that showed in the wetness that made them glisten, and you kissed him ardently, choking back your own tears before he could see them fall.

After a moment, you found the strength to pull back, running your hands through his hair that sent a visible shiver through his body and he let his eyes fall closed as he relished in the feel of your nails on his scalp.

"None of that matters to me. The money, the cars…none of it."

He chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head and dropping his eyes from yours, only to have you turn his face back toward you.

"I mean it, Evan. I want you."

Your lips met his tentatively, brushing against them to test the waters and see if it was something he welcomed openly, and your heart swelled when he kissed you back with a more intense fervor, his tongue demanding access to your mouth that welcomed him easily.

As Evan kissed you, he felt the truth in your words, knowing he could learn to live without such luxuries that used to define his wealth and happiness, and a hope that a love bigger than all of that power and money existed made his heart beat a little faster.

His hands smoothed up your back, pulling you closer to him, the need to escape into you overwhelming. The enthusiasm in your kissing didn't relent, and as you became more lost in each other, you felt him coming to life again under you.

He sighed with a sense of contentment, and pulling back to look at you, a hint of playfulness flickered in his vibrant blue eyes. His tongue darted out and licked his now reddened lips, making you eager to plant yours on his again immediately, and glanced over to where your record player sat on a wooden table just outside your bedroom in the hallway.

"May I?" he asked, nodding to it.

"Help yourself," you said, removing yourself from his lap so he could stand, part of you worried he would judge your music tastes or the fact that your turntable wasn't the newest or most expensive model.

"Ahh, perfect," he called out, and the sound of the needle scratching over the vinyl registered in your ears before one of your favourite songs took over.

Evan strutted back in confidently, his dimples appearing as he gave you a gentle smile, and extended his hand for you to take.

"Dance with me," he purred, less a question and more a subdued demand.

He pulled you into him, his lips gently kissing across your collarbone and up your neck, the sensation from his moustache making you grin and sigh longingly as your head fell to the side to grant him more access.

Slowly, Evan started swaying with you back and forth, your bare feet treading lightly on the fluffy, shag carpet, one of his large hands carding up your back to press you closer against him while his other clasped yours and gave it gentle squeezes, moving your arm to the tempo of the song.

"I didn't expect Mr. Lace to be so romantic," you lightly teased, although most of your observation was truly a surprise to you.

"Hmm, I am many things." He spoke lowly, his eyes heavy-lidded and drowning in lust as he stared into yours.

Carefully, his lips met with yours, causing you to arch your body toward him so that your kiss deepened and your pebbled nipples grazed the abundant curls on his chest. A shiver erupted over your skin, and sensing your body's blatant response to him, Evan trailed his fingertips up and down your back to increase the sensation and chuckled quietly into your mouth.

Song after song played on without any attention paid to them as your dancing eventually turned into nothing more than standing while your hands explored each other, and soon you found yourself laying on the bed without knowing how you came to be there. Your arms and legs entwined together in a mess of limbs, laying on your sides to puzzle together so naturally; your indulgence in each other allowing all thoughts and concepts of time to vanish from your preoccupied minds.

You moaned when Evan reached between your legs and gently stroked your core, his motions increasing in pressure the more he delved; each touch a reminder of the times that preceded this one. With little protest, your body readied itself despite the soreness that remained, making Evan growl in appreciation as he felt your wetness accumulate thanks to his coaxing.

His name spilled from your lips the more he worked you, and in reciprocation - and in wanting to keep yourself from preemptively saying a declaration of your feelings for him - you reached forward and took his erect member in your hand and massaged the silky skin in your palm, your caresses on him quickly breaking down his resolve. He rolled over to pin his body on top of yours, covering you completely, his hands carding down your body as his hips began to purl over yours. It was slower than you expected; a calm and meaningful emotion transferring onto you that made your head spin and your heart tug gratefully in your chest, happy to know you weren't alone in feeling how you did.

"Evan…" you moaned, grinding yourself against his cock as he continued to tease you expertly without pushing it into you yet.

"Fuck, I love hearing you say my name."

"Evan…" you whispered again through a weak smile, and when he growled in reaction to your praise and dove his face to your chest hungrily, your smile grew into a giggle.

Your amusement was quickly humbled when he drove his cock into you and then instantly pulled back out, replacing his girth with two broad fingers that made you cry out in shock.

"Here's what is going to happen," he said in a way that was too calm for how he peered down at you. "I'm going to ruin you, but you're not allowed to come until I say so."

"Evan-" you began, saying his name now in protest rather than praise.

"Ah-ah," he tutted, cutting you off. "You see, I haven't got a single thing I wanted all week, in fact, quite the opposite, so you're going to listen to me and come only when I let you."

You swallowed thickly, nodding your head subtly in agreement which made a smile break out across his face to accentuate the indents in his cheeks and make the hair on his upper lip twitch. "I promise it'll be worth it."

His eyes flickered back and forth from your own down to your lips, the smug, power-controlled expression that dressed his face seconds ago replaced with a want that made your heart thunder in your chest.

He captured your lips in a hard, but emotional kiss, his body giving away a softer version of him that his words attempted to conceal. His fingers began to move in you again, stroking your walls in slow drags while his thumb circled your clit, building up your orgasm in a hurry although his movements were languid but calculated.

You clenched around his fingers in warning, which only made him hook them so he could massage the spongy spot that made you wail into your room that had become quiet since the record had stopped without you noticing. Chasing your release, you met the thrusts of his hand with bold intent, hoping he wouldn't stay true to his word, only to be disappointed when he retreated from you the instant you felt that blinding heat start to run through you.

"Not yet."

You squirmed beneath him in an attempt to get your core to make contact with some part of him, and for a brief moment you were granted your wish as he filled you again with his weeping cock to steal a taste of what he wanted, his needs shining just as brightly as yours. A growl escaped his lips as he pressed them on yours, the slow, dragging pumps picking up pace to signal his weakness in losing himself in you, and when he pulled out abruptly again you knew he was struggling to keep it together equally as you were.

"Can I make a request?" you asked, your voice soft and timid as you brought forth every ounce of courage you had to make it.

Tilting his head and squinting, he spoke in a raspy tone. "Well, I think that depends."

You licked your lips, and grabbing hold of his cock to stroke it to help sell your offer, you found your words.

"I've always wanted to ride this."

You tried not to sound bashful in your admission as your other hand reached up to gently trace your fingertips over his bristly moustache, mimicking the action on the head of his cock that made him shudder and close his eyes. Opening them again with refound composure, he looked at you with a ferocious hunger, his pupils dilated to obstruct the light blue hue you enjoyed staring into so much.

His chest heaved and his teeth clenched together as he glared down at you, his eyes traveling from your silently pleading eyes all the way down to your waiting core.

"I'll allow it."

His words were stern but his face betrayed him, his dimples deepening in his cheeks as his lips curled slightly upwards in a smile he tried to hide, and seeing his excitement in learning of your desire for him made your own explode within you.

Evan rolled off of you and settled himself comfortably on your bedding with confidence and a large sense of pride oozing from him that made you even more eager to please him, and he grinned at you as you straddled him and wiggled your way up his body.

"You still need to be a good girl and not come," he warned, his eyebrows raising on his forehead, and you knew that would be easier said than done. "There will be many other opportunities for that." His eyes shifted, his promise sending a rush through you in addition to the way his hands roughly handled your hips and guided you toward his face.

Positioning yourself carefully above his mouth, you closed your eyes while your hands gripped onto your headboard for support, moaning as his panting breath puffed over your wet lips. Gripping your bum in encouragement, Evan dragged his tongue through your folds, an appreciative rumble vibrating onto your inner thighs as they flanked his chest, and finally you let yourself sit upon his mouth that you would find out had more talent than just conning business deals.

Immediately, he began working you with expertise, moving his mouth so that his upper lip grazed through your slick coated lips and brushed over your swollen clit, alternating with the direction of your hips so that you were being touched no matter which way you moved.

Your head lulled back as you slowly rode his face, finding your confidence with every roll of your hips, making you realize that no lover had ever made you feel so sexy and powerful.

To your surprise, Evan was selfless in his act, ignoring his wet cock that stood straight in the air neglected and throbbing for attention, his hands steadily holding onto your flesh in praising caressess and firm squeezes that kept you planted on his mouth.

"Fuck, Evan!" you cried before biting your lip to try to keep yourself grounded, the reality of living out a fantasy you had dreamt of for so long and knowing you couldn't come making your climax build faster than ever. He wiggled his head back and forth so his moustache assaulted your clit while his smooth tongue lapped at your tingling folds, and you opened your eyes to a see your knuckles white from holding the headboard so desperately as you tried to focus on anything other than the blinding pleasure threatening to explode within you.

Each movement sent you closer to the edge, and again part of you was tempted to take whatever would result from letting yourself fall into bliss, knowing that coming undone on his glorious lips would be worth any sort of "punishment" Evan could conjure up.

Like he could sense your willingness to fail at his request, he held your hips down harder against his face, and trying to not reveal his enjoyment in being buried in your soaked core, he allowed his moans to be muffled by your slick skin as he worked you closer to the brink.

Your body began to rack and shudder, and with a trembling wail you removed yourself from him quickly, sending a shaking hand through your hair as you took deep breaths to bring yourself back.

Evan looked at you like he pretended he didn't know exactly what the issue was, his satisfied grin from trying to sabotage you glistening with your essence.

“You bastard!” you huffed, staring down his own needy body, his cock twitching pleadingly as it leaked profusely from its tip.

“You already know I am, it shouldn't come as a surprise,” he chuckled, wiping his mouth with his hand. He sat up and scooted over to where you sat on your knees, his hand reaching up to smooth over your hair in a way to help calm you. The simple touch made you crave him more, and you flew forward and held his face in your hands to kiss him aggressively, tasting the tang you left behind on his lips and smelling it on his moustache.

Evan stroked his fingers through your slit, making you jolt and part from him, the sensation of him gently rubbing you sending you toward the edge again.

"Mmm, you're more than ready, aren't you?" he drawled, gazing at you with heavy-lidded eyes. He continued to pump his digits in and out of you in a cruel way to see how far he could push you, until finally you begged him to put you out of your misery as you pressed your knees harder into the bed so your legs spread wider and your breasts heaved in front of his face. He moved to kneel as well, switching places so he was behind you, his cock bobbing against your bum as he lined up to you. His lips grazed the shell of your ear as his fingers gently pinched one of your nipples, making you melt into him once more.

"The good thing is," he paused, his breath making you notice the sheen of sweat coating your skin. "I can't wait any longer either." A shiver erupted down your spine from his light touch and admission to needing you with equal desperation, and offering yourself to him, you laid forward to lean on your elbows to give him perfect access to the parts of you that craved his attention.

Humming a sigh of appreciation, Evan lined up to you and pushed through your entrance that gleamed with the same delectable wetness that he could still taste on his tongue, a guttural noise escaping him as he was immediately taken by the sensation of you encasing his pulsing cock.

Beginning to thrust in and out of you, he held your hips up and relished in the sounds he produced from you, and soon his pace became more feral and relentless. Unable to support yourself any longer, you laid your upper body down on your bed, and following your cue, Evan pushed your left leg up to a ninety degree angle to reach an even deeper part of you.

The thick head of his member slammed against your g-spot with each pounding hit, making you see stars as you cried into your sheets; a wet spot left from your drool as you began to lose all control of yourself.

"Wait, beautiful." His voice echoed and felt far away, but you could hear it shake with the effort of trying to delay his own end, and stilling in you before you came undone, he leaned forward and kissed between your shoulder blades. "You're doing so good."

The praise made you whine and squirm beneath him, your hands pulling at your sheets desperately, feeling exhausted from this plight but loving every moment of the afflictions he put on you.

Starting to move in you again, you felt his hand take hold of your face through your haze of pure lust, turning your face toward him so you could see him glaring at you from the corner of your eyes.

"Wait for me," he urged, giving you a reminder as his fingers held your chin in a more tender manner compared to everything else. He increased his onslaught, fucking you harder now, and letting go of your jawline, your head fell against the mattress where you moaned loudly into it, your climax teetering dangerously. The hand that had clasped your chin so delicately only a moment ago reached between your hips and the mattress, finding your clit to massage it cruelly, adding a level of pleasure to your already over-stimulated body that kept you at the mercy of his treatment.

The wooden headboard slapped brutally against the drywall, and as you ground your hips back to meet his and pushed down on his hand, it was impossible to hold off any more.

You clenched tightly around him and screamed to signal your ascent, effectively milking out his own powerful end; everything so heightened that you could feel every spurt of his seed filling you. The unhinged sounds of him crumbling down to his most primal needs as a result of completely indulging in your body had you convulsing beneath his sweaty flesh that held you down and continued to rub against you; the aftershocks of your orgasms rippling through both of you in the most intense way.

Relishing in the feeling of him still inside you too much, you waited until he softened and slipped from your body before making any sort of movement, and smiled faintly when he let his weight rest on you all the way. His lips ghosted across the skin on your upper back, forcing your eyes to flutter closed as he once more overwhelmed you with a pleasure so great it made your heart beat faster; the spectrum of what he was capable of making you feel too good to be true.

"I might make you wait more often," he whispered, his voice amused in knowing exactly what he could do to you.

"Hmm, I can agree to that," you said honestly. "But, I'm just glad I don't have to wait to have you any longer than I already did."

Evan hummed and moved off of you, standing up to allow a glimpse of him in all his glory.

"I know," he spoke, almost somberly, like the realization of all the mistakes he had made that led up to him standing in your room now was hitting him all at once. "I'll make it up to you."

Your heart sank a bit, hoping he wouldn't feel the need to go above and beyond to win your love, knowing he already had it in the palm of his hand. Still laying on your front, you listened as he grabbed his suit jacket and fumbled about in the inner pockets looking for something, then tossed it back onto the chair when he found what he was searching for.

“What are you going to do?” you murmured, your voice half-muffled by the pillow as your head turned only slightly to peer at him over your shoulder.

He glanced at you somewhat cheekily - a look you had only seen on his face a handful of times since he arrived - and returned to sit on the bed beside you, the mattress dipping with his weight. He carried his silver cigarette case with him, and opened it to retrieve a small, clear tube containing white powder.

“Right now? I'm going to do this coke,” he quipped, giving you a look that indicated he didn't want you to try to stop him.

“That's not what I meant, Evan.”

You squirmed slightly as he deposited the substance in a thin line on the small of your back, but held still as he climbed over you and braced his arms on either side of your waist, his face dipping low as he trailed his lips up the curve of your bum to where his drug sat waiting for him. Leaning more on his right arm, he twirled a perfectly rolled dollar bill between his fingers before placing one end in his nostril and snorted the fine powder up off your skin.

Your hands gripped at your pillow, praying that he'd find a way to lay off such a habit, and your eyes fluttered closed as you let go of the breath you were holding when you felt his moustache graze across your back, his lips peppering kisses all the way up to your shoulder blades.

“I don't know," he stated so simply, the man who always seemed to have an answer for everything at a loss as to what his future held.

He collapsed beside you, and pulling you into his arms he kissed your head and sighed loudly.

“But for now I'm set on falling more in love with you.”

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If you don’t headcanon your favorite characters to be at least a little bit like you, are you even headcanoning them right?

That being said Trans!kili and bi!Anders

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Dean O'Gorman as Dean in Big Sky 2.5 "A Family Affair" This episode first aired January 30, 1999

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Morning Hate is a short film written and directed by Dean O'Gorman, about stretcher-bearers in the first world war.

They are crowdfunding to help complete the project, and the the Boosted campaign has hit its initial goal of $15,000 NZD!

They're working toward their stretch goal to try to hit $25,000 NZD, so if you were hoping to support the project, they could very much use the support!

Dean posted on his Instagram that they actually needed $25,000 but because Boosted is an all-or-nothing platform, they set the goal to $15,000 because they thought they might be able to get that.

If you can donate, any amount helps! Sharing is also very helpful! 💛

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Banners made for the Almighty Johnsons watch party events on the DeanO server. Show a pretty good progression of Anders's looks through the series. ♥

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Moments of joy on the Quest❤️

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Day 6: Everything Has Changed, Fili Durin

Song link

Fanfic, fem!reader

Fluff

Word count: 2493

Tw: Baths, mentions of nudity but none too graphic. References to alcohol; Kili is drunk, but it’s funny. Flashbacks, little Fili and Kili <3

Summary: All day, Fili has been waiting for you. Longing for you. And when you finally return to your chambers after a day out with Kili, all Fili truly wants to do is hold you and share memories with you.

"All I knew This morning when I woke Is I know something now Know something now I didn't before.”

It had been a long and tiring day. Far too long, and far too tiring. Fili was up before the sun was, and had left you to rise on your own. You had nowhere to be that day, safe for an errand in Laketown with Kili early that afternoon. He saw no reason to wake you up.

But with every meeting and every talk, he wished he would’ve woken you up. If only to wish you a good morning. He hadn’t seen you the entire day, and frankly, it had begun to bother him. At this pace, you saw his brother more often than you saw him.

“And all I've seen Since eighteen hours ago Is green eyes and freckles and your smile In the back of my mind making me feel like.”

If there was any comfort during the day, it would have been his mother, who had returned from her visit to Ered Luin. Kili had stayed up all night to welcome her home, but Fili had remained asleep. Mahal knew he needed it.

But that was hours ago. He had returned to his chamber directly after dinner, avoiding everyone in the halls in hope of some peace and quiet. You hadn’t even returned yet. He knew you got along with Kili well, and the two of you had probably found yourselves in a pub by now, but he could not help but secretly wish for you at his side.

And then, lo and behind, chuckling and laughing came from the halls, as a familiar voice shushed the other one, cutting off their laughter.

It hadn’t even been eight.

“I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now I just wanna know you, know you, know you.”

“Ssshh, Amad might find me,” Kili warned, a snickering notion in his voice.

“Kili, get some sleep.” That was your voice.

“Nah, the sun hasn’t even gone to sleep.”

“It’s called setting.”

A silence fell upon the halls, and Fili nearly wondered what happened. It didn’t take long for laughter to erupt from the younger sibling’s throat, wiping all worries from the blonde’s mind.

“You look too much like him.” He snorted. “He has corrupted you.”

“Go to sleep.” You ordered, a smile apparent in your voice.

“You are not my mother.”

“Ki,”

“Yes, yes.” He groaned, his voice echoing across the halls, now further removed from your shared chambers. “You two are so enamoured, it’s revolting.”

“'Cause all I know is we said, "Hello" And your eyes look like comin' home All I know is a simple name And everything has changed.”

As soon as you opened the door, Fili wandered up to you. Before you could even question it, his arms wrapped around your figure, ushering you into his hold. His scent caused a wave of comfort to wash over you, and you found yourself relaxing immediately.

“I thought Kili could handle his ale.” He mumbled into your hair, toying with the end of your marriage bead.

“He can.” You hummed. “But not if he has been drinking since we arrived.”

Placing his hands on your shoulders, he parted from you, holding a questioning glance. “Did I miss a certain event? A celebration?”

You smiled at him, leaning forward to place a quick kiss on his lips. “Yes, Kili’s day off Erebor.”

The blonde let out an ‘ah’ in understanding, before turning slightly, gesturing toward the bathtub at the end of the room.

“The water is still warm”

“All I know is you held the door You'll be mine and I'll be yours All I know since yesterday Is everything has changed.”

The tub offered a soothing feeling after a long walk in the cold winter air. Especially with Kili. He loved to throw snow your way every moment you were not looking.

Your toes were freezing, your hand were red, and your ears felt as if they had been frozen solid. To say Fili had been a saint, would have been an understatement.

“This is why I married you,” you sighed in bliss, throwing your head back against the tub, closing your eyes in comfort.

“Not for my good looks?” He teased.

In response, you looked at him, seated atop your bed, smiling at you. 

“It helped.” You stated through a wink, before nudging your head towards the water.

“All this hot water for me alone? Wont you join me?”

It had seemed that was all that was needed for Fili to shed his robes quickly, placing himself in front of you in the tub, a childish grin on his face.

“And all my walls Stood tall painted blue But I'll take 'em down, take 'em down And open up the door for you.”

You turned around in your seat, resting your back against Fili’s chest as your head found the crook of his neck. A low hum vibrated through his chest, sending shivers down your spine. A short, but apparent, flow of butterflies exploded in your stomach. Almost grinning in glee, you forced them down, simply grabbing one of his hands and wrapping it around your waist.

His fingers drew circles on your stomach, calming the shivers that had been sent through your system earlier. More humming escaped from him, only now it was less of a way to show contentment. He was humming a song.

You could not quite place it at first, merely enjoy it. But as he continued, the nostalgia suddenly hit you.

“And all I feel In my stomach is butterflies The beautiful kind, makin' up for lost time.”

Before you could even stop yourself from daydreaming, you found yourself in a shared bathing room. Across from you, sat your mother, lost in conversation with Dis, as both of them scrubbed a pile of clothes.

In the distance, you could hear the laughing, chatting and working of other dwarves, trying to find their comfort in their temporary home. It was no Erebor, but the people made it feel like one.

From your spot, you had a perfect vision of the mounding of the forest outside, and two smaller dwarflings who ran smock with their wooden swords.

The pair neared the hall swiftly, trudding their muddied shoes over the wooden floor, landing droplets on the washed clothes.

Dis had gasped, rising from her seat to scold the two. One ran away the second she turned around. The other stood there, staring at his mother in shame and sorrow.

“Takin' flight, makin' me feel like I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now I just wanna know you, know you, know you.”

You had bowed your head as Dis told the same lecture again, trying so desperately not to laugh at the situation. It was not that you thought it was funny when the younger princes got scolded, you thought it was funny how they never learned.

Your mother stifled a grin as well, returning to her own work as she handed you a second shirt, silently urging you to continue your washing.

You would have joined the two earlier today, but Dis had insisted on you coming along, and you liked her. Well; you liked Fili. And thus, you wanted his mother to like you. Dis knew, of course, but enjoyed your company nonetheless.

“'Cause all I know is we said, "Hello" And your eyes look like comin' home All I know is a simple name Everything has changed.”

Only seconds later he was placed on the floor next to you, having been handled half of his mother’s pile. His younger brother always got the lesser punishment, as he was still young. 

Fili pretended to hate them. If anything, it gave his mother reason to set the two of you close to one another. He did not mind them. He had not stayed to protect his sibling, though he would later voice he did. He had stayed for you. He had planned out the punishment long ago.

He did not complain after sitting down, nor during the ordeal. No; he hummed. He looked almost peaceful. Even better; he seemed at complete and utter comfort.

That situation would happen more often than not. And it was always the same song that escaped the back of his throat. You reckoned his mother had taught him the tune, as you caught her singing it once or twice as well. But never as soothing as Fili did.

“All I know is you held the door And you'll be mine and I'll be yours All I know since yesterday Is everything has changed.”

The sunlight streaming through the opening of the doors, seemed to reflect on his hair just perfectly. It was almost as if he - quite literally - lit up the entire room. Dis had taken special pride in it, though she would never visibly show it.

But now, from the corner of your eye, you could see the light. You could see the luminations hitting the waters in a bright colour, and you found yourself having difficulties looking away.

You could not stare at him, you had told yourself. You were mere friends. He was of royal descent, and he was to marry a princess one day. Staring would not only be improper, but nigh impossible.

But you had stolen one glance. And even after so many looks at him, and so many laughs, this was that specific image you could never shake out of your mind. Each time you thought of him, be it in days, be it in years, you thought of that image.

“Come back and tell me why I'm feelin' like I've missed you all this time And meet me there tonight And let me know that it's not all in my mind.”

His eyes were focused: driven. Yet, he seemed absentminded. As if he were there, but not truly. He was daydreaming. His eyes wouldn’t betray him, but his posture would.

Your hands reached down into the tub of water, grabbing a handful of soap. Daring to shoot Fili one last glance, you flicked your hand on his direction, wetting his face.

“Hey!” He called, a grin on his face.

“You were dirty.” You laughed, returning to the shirt.

It was not long before soap landed in your hand, cascading down your arms. Gasping in shock, you glared at Fili, before offering him a mischievous look.

“I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now I just wanna know you, know you, know you.”

However the boy was clean now, the laundry hall had turned into one big mess. One you figured would dry on its own. It was merely wood, and you were merely a child.

After being dismissed by your mother, the two of you abandoned the robes, and took off running into the woods. Your once white dress had now turned brown and green at the edges, the colour of dirt and grass nearly stitched into it.

You had run back home with sticks pointing out of your hair, and Fili’s hair all curled up after the loss of his braids. Your mother had set the both of you down at the fireplace after cleaning you, humming you that low tune Fili and Dis seemed to know. 

The scent of fresh laundry had hit your nose as you snuggled into your sleeping shirt, Fili seated beside with his cleaned robes as well.

“All I know is we said, "Hello" Your eyes look like comin' home All I know is a simple name And everything has changed.”

That same smell hit your nostrils as you were ripped from your daydream. You grabbed your husband’s fingers, toying with the rings at the edges of them.

“What were you thinking of, Azyûngel?” He voiced, placing a kiss on your shoulder blade.

You closed your eyes in content upon the notion, sinking into his arms even more.

“How did you know I trailed off?” You wondered aloud, a teasing edge to your voice. One Fili seemed to catch.

“You kept staring at a specific dent in the wall,” he pointed out through a chuckle. “I reckon it’s been there for ages. It could not have captured your attention.”

Curse him and his thoughtfulness.

“All I know is you held the door You'll be mine and I'll be yours All I know since yesterday Is everything has changed.”

“That hum,” you confessed. “It brought me back.”

Fili remained silent for a moment, letting the words sink in as he returned to the soothing patterns on your stomach.

“To where?”

“The laundry hall.”

A low chuckle came from him, his arms pulling you closer to him. Tighter, but not uncomfortable.

“There were many moments we spent there.”

“And you hummed all of them.” You remarked, turning your head slightly, as to face him better. “You never told me where it came from.”

“All I know is we said, "Hello" So dust off your highest hopes All I know is pouring rain And everything has changed.”

Again, a short silence took over. Not one pondering one, no. He was staring at you, but not in hesitance. No. He was staring at you in admiration.

“Home.” He spoke solemnly. “My mother sang it to me and Kili as a lullaby. She learned it from her mother, and she from hers.”

You smiled, placing a soft kiss on the bottom of his chin, before returning to your seat. 

“Does it have lyrics?” You asked him, closing your eyes in contentment.

“Not that I am aware of.” Was his answer. 

“All I know is a new found grace All my days, I'll know your face All I know since yesterday.”

That night, as you laid beside him, that same him escaped him. Only now, he knew you had listened to it. You had memorised every bit of it since you were a child. And now he knew.

A new sense of longing filled him. He seemed content, knowing you had noticed the song, but something was missing. He had the love he had been looking for his entire life. The story his mother had told him countless nights. 

But still, something was missing.

As he turned around on his side, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your back into his stomach. His body spooned you as his fingers subconsciously ran back to your stomach, twirling soothing circles.

‘She learned it from her mother, who learned it from hers.’

And now, you knew the tune.

“Is everything has changed.”

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