Juicy July 2023 // Day 21 // Prompt: Hiking / CampingThorin Oakenshield X F!readerSent In By Anonymous

Juicy July 2023 // Day 21 // Prompt: Hiking / Camping Thorin Oakenshield x f!reader Sent in by anonymous request

Content & Trigger Warnings: unprotected PiV (it’s fantasy, wrap it up)

Word Count: 824

Rating: Explicit, NSFW, 18+

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It’s not out in the open, not really, but everyone knows what’s happening.

Fili and Kili are on watch while the rest of the company rests on the forest floor in an oddly shaped crescent moon formation. The night is a bit cold, not enough to make the fingers and toes feel like needles, but enough that one can see their breath.

It’s quiet except for the wind, which makes a few of them think of howling spirits. In that noise is a voice, yours, a whisper, but heard as if caught up in the blistering sound.

“We can’t.”

It’s met by the rumbling rasp of Thorin responding but no one can discern what he says.

“What are they whisperin’ about?” asks Ori softly.

“None of your business,” mutters Dwalin. “Now, go to sleep.”

Bofur jerks up when he hears you whimper. It slices through the cold and the wind. He turns his head to look before Dwalin sits up and knocks him on the thigh.

Bofur scowls. “Excuse—”

“Hush,” states Dwalin plainly. “They’re having a moment. Leave em’ alone.”

“Doing what exactly?” Bofur pushes, thick eyebrows rising in an almost mocking manner.

“Doing what put all of us in our mothers’ belly. Now, mind yourself. Go to sleep.”

Bofur blinks, nearly chokes, his face going bright red before he throws himself back down on his bedroll.

Everyone pretends as if they see and hear nothing.

“We can’t.”

“The wind’s too loud. No one will hear.”

“I don’t think-”

“I need you.”

Thorin is on top, one arm braced beside your face. Your hand clasps the back of Thorin’s head and then slips lower to dig your fingernails into the nape of his neck.

He takes you in a slow, lazy manner. Thorin has one hand under the crown of your skill, pillowing it from the uncomfortable ground. Your heel slides down the back of his thigh. He thrusts a little more sharply, and it forces a moan from your lips.

“Shh,” he murmurs. Thorin’s tone is coaxing and tender.

You palm Thorin’s cheek, thumb running under his bottom lip. He is inside you, thick and searing. He drives forward in low, sharp strokes. He rumbles words of contentment into your neck, laying flat on top of you, hips rolling between your spread thighs, insistent.

Thorin shifts slightly, bracing his weight, eyes glinting in the dark. You cling to him, holding tight even though he has you pinned. He rocks forward, then back at a consistent rhythm, enjoying the warmth of your body. Knowing Thorin, he might do this until morning, until the dawn slinks ruby-red over the horizon.

He’s done it before.

No matter how subtly he takes you, Thorin is still heavy, so big that every plunge aches like an old burn. He punches the breath from your lungs, his bare hand finding purchase over your mouth when you whimper or grunt. This pleasure is debilitating. Thorin blankets you, holding you down, thrusting deep, but careful as to not make too much sound that could awaken the others.

Thorin nuzzles his nose along your jaw. Another thrust, and you clench. You whimper. Thorin grasps your hip, squeezes like he’ll leave a bruise, which you don’t mind. You always love the marks Thorin leaves on your skin.

Thorin peers down at you, the weight of him inside seeming to swell and pulse. You’re stretched to your limit, knees clamped around his waist. Thorin nips at your skin and grinds his pelvis against you, pushing up against the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. Your back arches as much as it can, nails stabbing into his neck. You can feel the strain of the muscles, the bunching of his shoulder blades as you clench around him, his own body reacting.

Thorin is in your lungs, in your stomach, embedded into your entire being, and you can’t remember where you end, and he begins.

You bite your lip, eyes rolling back when Thorin delivers another stroke, his length and girth dragging against your walls. To stifle your moan, you lean in and press your mouth to his. Thorin takes it, almost greedy in the way he accepts.

That pace disappears. Thorin pounds a bit harder, a bit faster as the wind picks up and howls. Then you’re exploding around him, lost in a sea of pleasure, thrown off the boat, sinking fast. Distantly, you hear and feel Thorin groan into your mouth. Then you’re entirely full, nearly overstuffed, and then it’s so much wetter between your legs.

Everything comes back into focus. Thorin’s mouth is sweet and tender against yours. You peek over his shoulder and see everyone in their place. Asleep. You think. You hope.

“No one heard,” you mouth.

Thorin twists and then you notice a few heads drop quickly to their bedrolls.

Heat creeps up your neck and Thorin stifles a chuckle before draping himself over you again.

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Not a King to You (Thorin x Fem! Reader)

AN: Bridgerton scenes have been all over my TikTok recently, so this happened… I’m also about to  be done with school and I’m so excited to have free-time again for writing. I hope you all enjoy! 

“Did you not hear me?” Thorin suddenly turned, and for a moment your memories flashed back to his Dragon Sickness, his screaming amidst the gold hoard while you all searched for the Arkenstone. 

“I made my order, and I am not going back on it.” 

“Thorin, please, you’re being unreasonable,” You urged, pausing in your trail after him, you felt your pulse quicken. His eyes were darkened, and for a moment you felt uneasy as he stared. 

“I’ve made my decision, I am the king, I decide.”

“Thorin-”

“I am your king!” Thorin bellowed out, glaring as he leaned forward with his words making you take a step back. 

The room grew silent as he stared at you, and for a moment you felt like arguing, arguing that he’s not being himself and that you did not deserve to be spoken to in such a manner. But instead, you took another step back. 

“I’m sorry,” Your voice was eerily professional as you clasped your hands in front of you. “I thought you were just…Thorin, to me,” The weight of the crown pressing onto your head was suddenly heavier than ever before. The uneasy feeling in your gut returned, and suddenly you were aware of just how different Thorin felt in this moment. This wasn’t your husband.

“(Y/n) I-”

“My mistake, my King,” You smiled. “Do you need anything else from me, or may I be excused?” You could feel the eyes of the guards on you as embarrassment crawled up the back of your neck. Of course this had to happen in public, being made into a spectacle. No one could deny Thorin’s decision, not even his wife. 

“(Y/n),” Thorin was softer now, bodily language shifting as he took a step towards you before stopping. 

He took in your body language, the way you leaned back away from him and how your eyes refused to meet his. Gulping down the lump in his throat, Thorin nodded, “You are excused.”

“Thank you, my King.” You bowed your head just slightly enough to show proper professional respect, but not enough for your crown to slide before turning and exiting the hall, lip quivering as soon as your back was turned to him. 

“Have a good evening, my King,” were your final words as you disappeared from sight, tears stinging your eyes. 

That was the last that you had seen of Thorin, as the moment you left you called upon your handmaids to assist you in moving your things to another suite just down the hall. For days you succeeded in avoiding him, until tonight. 

“A letter, from the king,” The messenger said as they passed the envelope to your hands, uneasiness settling in your gut. Divorce papers? You couldn’t help but go to the worst case scenario as you nodded, “Thank you,” You gave a small smile before dismissing the messenger. 

Turning to your desk, you carefully opened the envelope, slicing the wax seal with your letter opener. 

Eyes drifting over the paper, your brows furrowed. It was an invitation to dinner. 

Looking out the window, you realized it was nearly that time. Sighing, you weighed your options. Don’t go, or go and see what Thorin has in store for you. 

“If you’re scared, then do it scared,” You recalled your mother’s words, always the one to tell you to do the thing you didn’t want to. Groaning to  yourself you felt the urge to slam your head down on your desk but instead you simply dropped the letter on your desk before calling for your handmaid. 

“I kindly request your assistance, I’m needing to dress for dinner.”

-

The dining room was empty when you arrived, making your heart sink. Just like so many dinners scheduled before, Thorin hadn’t shown up. 

Glancing towards your usual seat, you noted that two plates of food were already prepared, still steaming. So, the cooks thought he would show. 

Rounding the table, you instead chose to wait by the window, staring out over the vast green hills and ridges that led to Dale and eventually, to Laketown. 

“Thank you for finding this,” Thorin’s words caught your ears but you didn’t dare move, enjoying tracing the path of the Running River, imagining yourself on a little boat drifting down said river. 

“I know this is her favorit- (Y/n),” Thorin paused, breathing out your name as his face brightened with a grin. You showed up. 

Being addressed, you internally sighed, turning to acknowledge him. 

“Thank you again,” Thorin dismissed the servant before returning his gaze back to your form, the room going silent as his eyes glanced over you from head to toe. It had truly been days since he saw you, during the day being so wrapped up in meetings and ‘urgent’ matters, he hadn’t had a chance to try and reconcile with you sooner. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” You broke the silence, looking away and feeling tears sting the back of your eyes again. 

“Like what?”

Scoffing, you shook your head, “Like you still love me.” 

“(Y/n) please- I’m sorry,” Thorin put the bottle of your favorite spirit down on the table before rounding it to get to you. 

“What I said to you was not okay, not in any situation,” He reached out, a flicker of hope dancing in his chest as you didn’t recoil, allowing him to take your hands in his. “I cannot provide an excuse for my actions, nor can I provide a reason for both are dismissive for how much I’ve hurt you.”

“Please look at me,” One of Thorin’s hands released yours in favor of cupping the side of your cheek, the warmth of his hand was the breaking point as a tear finally escaped and trailed down your cheek. Looking up at him, you were surprised to find guilt and anguish at the sight of your tearful face, his thumb gently sweeping over the swell of your cheek to wipe it away. 

“I look at you like I love you because I do love you, please don’t ever doubt that.” 

“I’m not a king to you, I am Thorin, the blacksmith you met so many years ago.” 

“Are you?” 

“I am, and I will do whatever it takes to reassure you of that.”

Reaching your hand up you gripped his hand, your breath leaving in a shaky exhale as you shut your eyes. Thorin leaned his head down, pressing his forehead against yours. “If you will let me, that is?” 

“Always,” You murmured, briefly opening your eyes before they slipped shut again as Thorin pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss, the ache from being apart becoming apparent as you relished in his touch. 

“Now, let’s eat,” Thorin murmured after pulling away, not wanting to separate from you but knowing you both needed dinner.

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I'm not gonna lie to ya'll, I got so many of these kinds of messages in my inbox about how happy & excited people were to finally see some 2007 tmnt works. It honestly makes me so happy when I get these kinds of messages! i don't post them all, but they mean a lot to me.

I remember first seeing the 2007 movie, and when I went online to search for some fanfiction about it, there wasn't much at all. There's a major lack of tmnt 2007 content, it's wild. So, since I'm a "if nobody does it- I'll do it myself" kind of person, I literally made this account and wrote a whole 2007 raph fanfic because nobody else has- not a lot of users write about 2007 guys! I honestly didn't expect this much traffic on my account and readers/followers/supporters, thank you! I'm forever grateful for this account, and the discord server I created specifically for tmnt lovers. THANK YOU GUYS ILY XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

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Imagine: They know you can’t sleep at night

Thorin, Fíli, Kíli, Bilbo's reactions when you can't sleep well during the journey.

Used to camping or not, sleeping outside in Middle-earth was something else than sleeping in your late comfortable bed in your world. 

Thorin

Even though Thorin clearly noticed you’re tired every day, there is nothing he can do. Too many things to worry and think on this journey before looking after you. Gandalf wanted you to join them, so he has to take care of you.

Except that the wizard is always lost in his thoughts and doesn’t notice your tiredness, or you hide it well. 

In truth, travelling on a pony is not tiring, especially because you always share it with a member of the company and they know how to keep you awake with their fun story or songs. 

Not sleeping the night, otherwise, it’s more tiring! The East Road is harder and colder than you thought. And of course, you don’t have any modern, comfortable material. Who could sleep on this ground with just a blanket under you and another on you?

But, you don’t want to trouble anyone so you stay quiet about it. Everyone has other things to do than babysit you…

One day, at the surprise of everyone, Thorin offers to share his pony with you. To give the other ponies a rest, he said. As you don’t want to argue and you’re quite happy to ride with him – even if it’s embarrassing – you do as he said and sit before him.

As Thorin rides in the front, you can’t hear what the others say. Luckily, it’s not raining so it’s calm and peaceful. You can admire the landscape while Thorin manages the pony’s reins.

At some point, you wake up in a startle. Thorin just has the time to slip an arm around your waist to avoid you from falling. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” you hurry to say, looking around you and noticing thanks to the sun that you slept for a while. “I shouldn’t fall asleep!” 

Your cheeks are burning, but you feel so well-rested now. Maybe it’s because of his comfortable, fluffy coat, or the peaceful atmosphere, or his warming, relaxing smell…

“Stop moving or you will fall,” he sighs as he holds you tighter to him. “I-I’m sorry!” is the only thing you can say.

“We’ll stop in two hours,” he says as you understand he means you can sleep again. “But, I don’t want to bother you. What if I fall and take you down with me?” you murmur as you feel his arm around you adjusting, making you blush, of course.

“I hold you. Don’t worry about it,” he murmurs in a regal, convincing voice. Then, as you lean against him like before, you fall quickly asleep. Maybe riding with him was the best solution so that you can rest…

N/A: Or sleeping with him on the ground. We can easily find other solutions, right?

Fíli 

Since you had left the Shire with everyone, some nights were more tiring than others. Hard, cold and wet ground is not your favourite thing, but you could have recovered in a few inn, or in great places like Rivendell or Beorn’s house.

But after that, Mirkwood is quite a challenge. The nights are almost totally dark with weird noises and a feeling of always being watched. You’re not scared because the company is close to you, especially Fíli since he decided the forest wasn’t safe enough to let you alone even for a minute.

So when the spiders attack, you don’t have the strength to defend yourself. When the elves capture you, it’s the same. I think you're the last person they capture since they know you won't do anything. Very embarrassing…

Woman or not, you're thrown in a dungeon like the dwarves, no special treatment! The place is not comfortable but it’s dry and no sooner do you lie down than you fall asleep.

“Let me see her!” “She may hurt!” “It’s a woman, don’t let her in this place!” You wake up, still tired like when you have slept for too long and your body doesn't know where it stands. You hear Fíli yelling from a cell far away from you. You don't know how long he's been shouting, but his voice sounds tired.

As you start to wake up, you hear your door’s cell opening and someone entering quickly. Fíli knells before you and puts his hand slowly on your upper arm. “I was just sleeping, Fíli. I’m fine,” you smile as you sit up slowly.

Fíli hugs you suddenly, his mouth coming closer to your ear. “I know you were sleeping but I needed to see you,” he whispered, holding you tightly. “I know you need sleeping but I didn’t know if you were hurt, and those elves–” 

“I’m fine,” you cut him off before he gets angry. “And I’m safer here than in the forest.” 

You laugh until you notice you’re the one one. Fíli ends the hug and looks at you, “You’re safe only when I'm with you. I will stay here with you. Now you can go back to sleep as much as you need.”

“Thanks…” you can only say, too embarrassed by his words as you lie down, looking for his hand to hold. Now he is with you, you truly feel comfortable to sleep for days.

N/A: Oh, it’s more fluffy than I planned. 😅

Kíli 

“You can sleep between us tonight if you want,” Kíli says one day after he saw you yawn several times in the afternoon, winking with mischief. He caught up with you on his pony with his brother not far behind. 

“Maybe in your dreams,” you answer with a smirk, making everyone who heard you laugh. Even Bilbo smiles. 

But little did you know that your answer would trigger a new form of amusement for the dwarf. Not a day went by without a similar remark when he saw you yawning. And as you don’t sleep well on a hard, cold ground, you yawn a lot…

You always laughed with him, inventing new answers making the others laugh, until your tiredness almost cost your life. After the trolls' exhausting night, you decide to sit down against a tree while the company explores the trolls’ cave. After a night like that, you could rest anywhere. So even if you didn’t want it, you fell asleep. It’s only when Radagast arrives that you wake up. 

Half awake, you hardly understand what is happening. When the company starts to run, you try to follow them but all the fatigue you have accumulated over the last few days is making your movements slow and difficult. Some dwarves want to help you but Thorin’s yellings convince them to continue to run. You notice a few arrows flying next to you, killing the orcs closest to you until you end up alone in the middle of nowhere. A few orcs notice you and quickly run after you. Even if you look around you, there are no traces or voices of the company, only the yells of the orcs.

At this moment, you only have your hands to defend yourself, or your feet to run. But Mahal, Yavanna or any god from here had decided otherwise. A group of elves on horses arrive just in time to save you. They bring you to Rivendell where the company is regrouping in a circle. 

During the conversation between Gandalf and Elrond, the latter helps you get off his horse. Gandalf smiles like you never saw and before you can say anything you feel two strong arms pulling you in a hug. Before you can say anything, you hear in a trembling almost crying voice, “I thought I lost you!”. Some incomprehensible words follow with quiet cries. You don’t know how to react so just close your arms on the dwarf you have recognised as Kíli, stroking his back to calm him.

“I’m fine,” you say with a smile as you look at the company, all still worried about you. “I’m a burden. You had no choice but to abandon me.”

“Don’t say that!” Kíli shouts as he pulls back to see you, his eyes still wet and red. “You’re not a burden! You were only tired and we left you alone…” He suddenly cups your two cheeks and pulls your forehead against his. “I promise we won’t abandon you again! And you’ll sleep next to Fíli and me every night! No negotiation!”

You can’t help but laugh at his attitude while you hear his brother sigh as he shakes his head.

N/A: I made him cry again. Oops! 😏

Bilbo

The ground is hard and cold at night. The morning dew is coverding you every morning. You don’t remember the last time you bathed. But well, do you have any other choice?

Oh yes, you have thought of walking back and to the Shire, but you can’t abandon them. So you stay quiet, enjoying the journey anyway. The days, when there is no rain, are fun. The company is fun and enjoyable.

However, there is one who doesn't mind complaining! Recently, a day hasn't gone by without Bilbo asking to stop at an inn. At first, he was asking politely, but now he just grumbles when the night falls.

It’s always a funny situation, especially when a dwarf hears him. “We’re sorry the ground is not to your taste, Mr Baggins,” some of them say. “Do you want some feathers for your pillow, Mr Baggins?” asked one of them when they plucked birds for the evening meal.

Of course, you try to hide your laugh, but Bilbo saw you every time. As you're in the same situation as him, you don't want to laugh, but the dwarves' remarks are always so unexpected that it's hard to hold back. So to take his mind off the situation, the two of you often have a chat before sleeping - even if you're a long way from sleeping. 

Yet, one day, Thorin decides to stop in a town to buy supplies and allows everyone to stay at the inn. As you have no money, you share your room with Gandalf and as no dwarf wants to share their rooms with Bilbo, he joins yours.

We won’t lie. It’s the best night for so long. A warm bath, wine with your meal, a bed. You even forget how comfortable a bed can be! Your room is far from what you used to in your world but it looks perfect at this moment: warm, dry, and with a bed.

“This is the best breakfast I ate for a long time!” you happily say in the next morning. “No offence intended, Bombur.” The cook dwarf smiles, understanding what you mean. You devour your breakfast like the company next to you.

“Did you sleep well, Y/N?” Fíli asks, nudging his brother with a smile. “Oh yes, very well,” you answer with your mouth full. “I was so tired, the timing was perfect! I’m glad Thorin let us sleep here.”

“I’m sure it's not uncle you should thank,” Kíli says with a wink, making the other laugh. You stay a moment motionless, frowning in incomprehension. “Did you sleep well, Mr Baggins?” Fíli follows up, laughing at the hobbit’s reaction.

Bilbo was listening without a word until he heard his name, choking on his breakfast. As you all stayed in a Men’s inn, the furniture are too big for him and he had to put cushions under him to get to the table, bringing him to almost the same height as you. You quickly notice his cheeks becoming pink as your smile gets bigger. Oh, and don’t lie. Your cheeks are pink too. 

“Oh, right! I should thank you, Bilbo,” you start, calling him by his first name as he had asked for a long time ago. You take his hand and squeeze it warmly, making his whole face pink. “I could never have slept in that bed if you hadn't asked so many times. I think I owe you.”

When Bilbo can speak again, he shakes his head, “No no no. You owe me nothing. I-I need a bath and a bed too!”

Then the others laugh and start speaking of something while you watch the hobbit resume his breakfast. Maybe you need to find something to thank him, but what? 

N/A: What would you give him to thank him? 😏

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