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levithestripper · 1 year

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rewatched the fellowship with my dad and it got me thinking about sam and frodo’s relationship.

sam—who’s been frodo’s gardener for who knows how long—going on a life-or-death adventure with the man he’s looked up to his entire life. sam’s had a crush on the cute, brown-haired boy who sits in his garden to read, who puts homemade pies on the windowsill to cool, the boy he believes will never feel the same way about him.

frodo, who watches the sweet, shy, blondie tend to his rose bushes and daisies every other day from the window in his room. never failing to notice the way sam flushes a pretty shade of pink whenever their eyes meet. frodo, who’s uncharacteristically sad at the start of every winter season and uncle bilbo can’t figure out why. frodo is practically jumping for joy when sam returns next spring with an armfull of plants to replace last season.

one fateful summer’s day, not a cloud in the sky to be seen. sam was working away in the gardens as usual, trimming bushes and pruning flowers, occasionally picking a few for a steadily growing bouquet. soon, morning became noon, and the sun had grown hotter than before, leaving sam sweating bullets.

“sam, why don’t you take a break? come inside, it’s hot out,” frodo offered through the window, elbows leaning against the frame.

the boy jumped, startled by frodo’s sudden appearance. “oh, mr. frodo! no, i’m fine, thank you. i haven’t finished cleaning the flower bed yet.” looking up from his work, sam was starstruck. a ray of sunshine illuminated frodo’s soft features perfectly. frodo’s pretty blue eyes shimmered like the color of the sky, framed by reddish-golden highlights popping up in his chocolate brown curls.

“sam? sam? are you okay?” the poor boy must’ve been staring, as frodo was waving a hand in front of his face to regain his attention. “let’s get you inside, it’s much too hot, yeah?”

sam nodded and stood, walking around to the front door. when he made it to the kitchen, he was greeted with a premade mug of his favorite tea and a tall glass of water. frodo had a mug for himself as well.

frodo looked at him with a sheepish smile, hand rubbing the back of his neck. “i already made it before i asked. thought it’d be best to have it ready and waiting, rather than having to wait for it.”

“thank you, mr. frodo. it—it means a lot that you thought about me.” sam downed the water eagerly, finishing it quickly. “didn’t realize how hot i actually was.” he smiles at frodo sweetly.

frodo gazes at him from behind his mug. “well of course i thought about you, sam. you’re my friend, aren’t you?”

“friend?” sam’s heart nearly leaped up out of his mouth and into his tea. “friend, of course.”

the couple sat at frodo’s kitchen table drinking their tea and snacking on the various foods they found in the cupboards. laughter echoed throughout the home, cute giggles pairing beautifully with one filled with wheezes. even after the snacks had gone and their mugs have dried up, they continued to enjoy one another company, eventually migrating to the living room.

sam felt like his heart was gonna beat out of his chest. they sat on the couch together, his leg pressed against frodo’s. “this was fun, thank you, mr. frodo.”

“sam, sam, please, just call me frodo,” he giggles softly, a smile still gracing his soft features. “makes me feel silly, like i’m your master or something.” frodo’s hand slowly inched its way closer to sam’s, almost inconspicuously, if not for sam’s hypervigilance.

he nodded, smiling back at him. sam blushes when frodo’s hand bumps into his. he curls his pinky around frodo’s, causing the other hobbit to blush too.

maybe he does feel the same way after all.

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chrononautintraining · 13 days

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How about something Hobbit-y about spring?

Green daggers stabbed up through the inch of snow lining Bagshot Row. Samwise checked one habitually. It was growing well enough. Crocuses could take a little cold. His destination was further on.

Burlap shielded the roots of the sapling growing where the Party Tree once stood. He’d gathered the golden leaves beneath the cloth when they came down in March, but left the cover. Good thing he did! The skinny trunk looked desolate without the golden armor it wore all winter.

The Lady was the master of sun and wind and rain in that mighty forest called Lothlorien, but spring in the Shire was a fickle thing. He hadn’t expected so much snow in April. Sam was just a hobbit with an empty box that once contained some magic. Call him three kinds of fool, thinking he could grow a magic tree.

The little sprout had grown fine that first year, when the Lady’s Gift blessed all the gardens of the Shire. This year it was all down to the weather and what work a hobbit’s hands could do. The thin, bare, silver branches were covered in snow. But there, at the tip of one twig, a golden flower bloomed.

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periantari · 4 months

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It’s Been a While

The signs of Yuletide in the Shire were in full swing.It was the first Yuletide back from the Quest and Sam was eager to spend them with the Cottons, his ol’ Gaffer, and Mr. Frodo. However, Rosie had far more plans with Sam.

“Why are you not spending every second at our place- we haven’t seen you for so long,” said Rosie shyly but assertively.

“I am…” Sam was blushing as he was muttering a half reply.

Mistletoe was hanging everywhere.

“Welcome back and happiest Yuletide, Samwise- i’ve missed you.”

“Me too,” Sam leaned in to kiss his Rosie.

#samwise gamgee #lotr #fanfic #love #drabble #tolkien #lord of the rings #Sam/rosie #rosiecotton

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emyn-arnens · 1 year

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Many Paths to Tread

written for @spring-into-arda's Back to Middle-earth Month prompt board prompts: "clouds" and "signs of trouble"

Summary: Frodo had always been meant to leave the Shire.

Rating: G

Word Count: 2.1k

Excerpt:

Merry settled back against the trunk of the willow, stretching his legs out in front of him. A light breeze stirred the graceful branches, which brushed over the sunlight-dappled water of the pond and trailed among the cattails that grew in thickets at the water’s edge.

Next to him, Pippin lit his pipe and pocketed his tinderbox, and the warm, earthy scent of pipeweed soon filled the air, complemented by Pippin’s steady stream of chatter about the various pies sold at Bywater’s market.

Merry tilted his head against the willow trunk and looked up through the long-limbed branches to the cracks of sky that showed between them. Sunlight peered between the puffy clouds that floated serenely across the sky, stippling the pond with light and shadow.

“Mrs. Cotton’s blueberry peach pie is particularly good, especially when she serves it with a bowl of sliced peaches and custard—” Pippin broke off and sat forward, his attention caught by someone walking along the footpath on the far side of the pond.

“Why, it’s Cousin Frodo!” Pippin exclaimed, standing and waving. “Frodo! Come join us!”

Frodo stopped and waved in recognition, then followed the curve of the pond bank to where Merry and Pippin sat before the willow.

Read the rest on AO3.

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laneynoir · 1 year

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Legolas x reader

Word count: 1900

Request (that i took way to long to start) for @jaimelamour

- archery practice with Legolas!! cute light-hearted drabble idea:)) reader/legolas getting flustered at the close proximity, fumbling hands, the Pining!!,,,,this idea is so cliche but sooo cute

(Also, I again borrowed a charactor from @sotwk go check out Naneth' s stuff, its truly amazing)

This was not a good idea. This was an awful idea. This was absurd. Who even thought of this?

Ah, yes. Of course.

Honestly sometimes you wish you could pull a Merriadoc and get kidnapped by a tree, just so you could stop making such rediculouse decisions.

A voice calling your name pulls you from your thoughts, leaving a smile to settle at the sight of Sam infront of you. He holds a plate of creamy looking... Something. "Hello Sam, what is it that smells so delightful?"

"Why it's scalloped potatoes Mx. Y/n." He blushes a bit at the compliment, an endearing sight, and one which fills you with a strange feeling of mixed mourning and hope. "I was going to see if you would like some?"

Grining you give him your permission to load up your plate, realizing to late that he is still more accustomed to feeding those with Hobbiton appetite, and you've now got more of the spuds than you could ever manage eat. Still, nothing Samwise has ever cooked could be turned down, and you dig in.

The hardonic taste of garlic, onion, and somthing else that you can't place, bloom on your tounge, sharply reminding you of the lack of prior meal. "Mister Gamgee, you have my heart, soul, sword, and boots. Stake my life on it, this is the most superb meal I've ever had the pleasure to taste!"

Sam shuffles his feet, embarrassed by the kind words. "You can keep your boots please -nasty foot prisons really- tis hardly a meal. I only made enough for appetizers." He nods politly to someone behind you before scurrying off.

You scoop up another fork full the the food, letting out a small moan of appreciation. "Whomever is behind me can take a seat, I dont bite."

A strangely pink faced Legolas sits oposit you, a small smirk as he speaks, "I know for a fact that your words are false, I need not elven eyes to have noticed the sizable chunk you tore from one orc."

"That doesn't count." At his humorously disbelieving facial expression you shrug. "Fine then, I promise I don't usually bite pretty princesses. Better?"

His only response is a small laugh. "May I purloin some of your potatoes?" You nod, and after a short search you find an extra fork, though not another plate.

His eyes light up in delight when he takes a bite and you smile, staring a bit to long for it to be considered entierly friendly, though thankfully he seems not to notice.

"So... Did you come only to steal my food, or did you have an alternate motive?" Legolas blinks, looking at thr plate with a guilty expression that you wave away.

Shaking his head he answers. "I was intending to ask if you wished to start your lesson, but did not wish to interupt your mealtime."

The mental This Is Still A Bad Idea reminder goes off, but the Prince's hopeful expression is more than enough to hit snooze.

"You're not interrupting, truthfully I was jot even planning on eating before Sam brought these to me. He is truly to sweet for his own good." Your eyes are on the plate before you, so you do not see the crease that apears between Legolas' eyes.

"If you are willing, I have found a suitable range at which to practice, as well as a bow that I believe with suit your draw strength."

"What I can't use your's?" You tease, looking up in time to see a strange flicker in your friend's -for this is what he is, no more- eyes. It is gone almost as quickly as it came, and you do not dwell on it.

"I- I would allow you, of course, but the bows of Lothlórien are meamt for a more expirianced-"

You raise and eyebrow, mouth firmly set into a line so as not to laugh. "Are you saying I am week my prince? If that is the case, I beg you simply get to the point." His eyes are (beautiful, how are eyes allowed to be so-) immediately blown wide, as he turns an interesting shade of sunkissed rose gold.

The blush extends all the way to the tips of his ears, and you have the strangest urge to trace the path of pink with your fingertips. Instead you interupt his sooft panicking, "I was joking, Legolas, I understand that you know much more about your weapon than I can ever hope to, and I trust you completely."

Legolas nods and a small smile appears. "I hold your trust as my most valued prize from this terrible war, I know it is hard won."

His gaze holds yours steadily, so you shoce a bite of potato in your mouth before you do something stupid, like kissing the Prince of Greenwood.

Not long after, you stand at the entrance to a long rectangular courtyard. This is going to be fun, you tell yourself. You're going to learn things, and shoot a bow, amd stop waching Legolas so closely.

Knowing full well that at least half of your thoughts were empty of any hope, you step in to meet the resident blond elf. And for the love of the green lady, does he have to be so perfect? The light of the afternoon sun glints off of his hair, making it look as if it glows, while accepting his figure at the same time. He holds a bow that is smaller than his usual choice, runing his hand along the wood, appraising.

He gestures for you to come closer, which you do of course. You would go spelunking in the ruin of Isengaurd is he asked you to.

"That's where we'll start, if that is okay?"

For a terrifying second, you fear that you've spoken alloud, and this only slightly fades whem you realize that he's been speaking for a time already.

Mentaly shaking yourself, you nod, pleading with your inner monolouge to be quiet and let you focouse. Shockingly, it does not comply.

Legolas shows you the beginner stance, which feels slightly odd after your sword training, but you catch on pretty quickly. The proximity of Legolas to yourself is nonexistent, and there are more than one instances which almost convince you that he is deliberately trying to fluster you.

When he shows you the apropriate hold on the bow, his hands ghost over your own, positioning them to perfection, and nearly causing you to drop the weapon. He steps back after telling you to draw the bow, but cautioning against sharply relising the string, as there is no arrow and it would split the wood.

Legolas nods, satisfied when you slowly relieve pressure from the string. He pauses a moment, seeming unsure, so you tilt you head in silent question. Eyes trailing over your arms, which are bared against the day's bright heat.

"You do not have you vambraces?" The question is more of an acknowledgment, but you incline your head in response regardless. In a second I unties the leather string holding his own in place, loosening then just enough to slide from his forearms.

Avert you eyes spawn of chicken, your brain reminds you.

After pulling both of the simple deep brown articles off he looks at you, raised eyebrow, and gestures for your arm. You hold the bow in one hand, and with nowhere to put it, you extend the other for Legolas.

The leather is warm still from his skin as it slides against your skin, and to prevent a shudder, you say; "You dont have to give me these you know, I'd be fine."

Legolas smiles, softly as always. "Fine perhaps, but few deserve pain, least of all perfection, and if I am in a position to keep you from it I will." The ernesty in his voice suprised you, and you feel a red cross your face, not caused by the heat.

"What do these markings mean?" Legolas' hands still for a breath, freezing from the tightening of laces. Quickly you stumble back from your words. "I do not wish to pry, please forgive-"

"No!" He shakes his head, and the tears in his eyes send a flash of guilt through you. "Please do not apologize. Some of them are mearly ornamentalb but this one," he is tracing an indent. "Is the mark of my... Teacher." Drawing a breath he whispers a name. "Gelir"

You let the silence stretch out, before; "I'm sorry for your loss, was he your..."

Legolas looks up with alarm, and surprisingly, a laugh. "No, Gelir was my brother, and the finest hand with a bow or beast to ever walk the natural earth."

On impulse, you reach out, placing a hand on his cheek. "I feel quite treble now, and not a little embarrassed. Is there anything I can do?"

His smile has returned, and you are glad for it. "I will tell you if I think of anything."

Pulling the second knot tight, Legolas releases your arm, something you are both relived for, and dissapointed. "Now I get to shoot right?" When he nods you take up your position.

Arrow fitted to the string you exhale as you release, frowning when it misses the target entirely. Suddenly there is a presance at your back, shifting your feet slightly, and repositioning your arms.

Legolas remains against you, hands on yours as you draw back again, this time hitting near center.

You turn excitedly to him, foot twisting in the process on an unforseen length of rope that lies half buried in the ground. Legolas catches you before you can fall, and for a brief moment you think he is about to kiss you. But he helps you back to your feet, smirking all the while.

"Of course I fall. This must be a murder attempt." You grump, pleased when he laughs quietly.

"What's this?" You glance to the ground noticing a glint of dark green. You bend down to retrieve it, only to feel you head make contact with another.

Legolas let's out a hissing noise, and the stone is gone from your thoughts. "Legolas?"

"I am fine, though it seems you have caught me."

And you have, as his hair is tangled around the pin on your shoulder. You look to his face, "Only after I fell for you."

His eyes widen, though he makes no sighn of discomfort. "Here is your stone"

You shake your head quickly. "I should like you to keep it, if you will."

Legolas tilts his head to the side. "My best friend married a dwarf, I know what this is."

You tilt your chin defiantly. "Good."

His face is still blank as you reath sharply. "I think I know what you can do for me."

Meet inches away from him you ask, "And what would that be my prince?"

Without a word he closes the gap, kissing you with far more zeel than you could have expected. The hand you'd earlier placed on his cheek now finds it's way to his neck, holding him close when you lips disconnect.

Forhead rested against his, you close his still open hand around the leaf shaped emerald. "I'm afraid you're stuck with me now."

"Well yes," he agrees. "My hair is still caught on your broach."

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justsomerandomfanfic · 10 months

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Let Me Hold You - Frodo Baggins X GN Reader

Title: Let Me Hold You

Frodo Baggins X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Gandalf (Mentioned), Merry (Mentioned), Pippin (Mentioned), Aragorn (Mentioned), Legolas (Mentioned), Sam (Mentioned), and Elrond (Mentioned)

Requested by: @almost-gabrielle!

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WC: 500

Warnings: Mention of Mordor, the ring, Frodo's injured hand mentioned, awkwardness, anxiety, crying, mini angst, and fluff

Frodo was bathed in a soft yellow light, his body floating on a cloud of relaxation and calm. Slowly opening his eyes, he took his time surveying the surrounding scenery. And in his mind, he was asking; 'Where am I?' Slowly, once more, Frodo took the time to sit up, his eyes glancing around the room. Glancing down, Frodo paused, seeing you. You sat on the ground, your head resting on the bed, arms used as a pillow. You slept soundly, eyes closed, eyelashes resting gracefully upon the apples of your cheeks; a beautiful sight to behold.

Frodo was so relieved that you were still alive, having joined him, Sam, Merry, and Pippin on the journey to destroy the one ring. Tentatively, Frodo reached out with his injured hand, brushing your hair away from your face; you hadn't even looked harmed, with no cuts or bruises. Suddenly, your eyes fluttered open, realization flowed over you and you quickly looked up, your eyes meeting Frodo's blue ones. You scrambled to sit up, your joints burning as you took a seat on the bed, gently taking Frodo's hand into both of yours.

"Oh, Frodo," You sighed, tears building up in the corners of your eyes, "You're awake,"

Frodo just stared at you, mostly in shock, "Y/N?" He spoke up before his eyes landed on Gandalf in front of him, clutching his new staff. The old wizard gave him a fond smile, "Gandalf?" His surprised expression slowly turned into one of pure happiness; a huge smile on his face. Gandalf nodded, letting out a chuckle and Frodo matched his laugh, so many emotions surging throughout him. The door to the room then opened, revealing Merry and Pippin, both alright. Bright smiles appeared on their faces as they came bounding over. You took a few steps back, though happy to see Frodo alright, you were a bit crestfallen that you didn't have more time alone with him. Frodo brought Merry into a hug before Gimli appeared, stretching his arms out to his side with a smile. "Gimli!" The Hobbit greeted, as the Dwarf clapped his hands with joy.

Next at the door came Legolas, his piercing blue gaze landing on the alive and well Frodo, and lastly Aragorn arrived; a huge smile on his own face. But, who could forget a certain Hobbit, who carried Frodo down that mountain that was slowly being devoured by lava and fire; Samwise Gamgee had pushed past the threshold.

But soon, the small crowd dispersed, and you were finally alone again with Frodo. It was awkward, slightly, as you took your seat on the bed. You let out a shaky breath, trying to stay calm; you opened your eyes when you felt his bandaged hand cover yours, making you look up at him and meet his gaze once more.

"I should be the one comforting you," You muttered out a small laugh, sniffling.

Frodo just gave you a smile, "Please," He spoke softly, "Let me hold you."

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okay-j-hannah · 1 year

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A Forgetful Drunk

The Lord of the Rings : Drabble

Samwise Gamgee x Reader

Word Count: 954

Warnings: just a drunken samwise amping up his forgetfulness 😊

Request: “Hi just curious how do you think a drunk samwise will act around his s/o?” Anon

A/N: After a few too many, Sam attempts to hit on you, forgetting that you are already a couple

The barmaiden approached with a tray laden with half-pints, frothy and bubbling over the sides. She waved off the whistles and laughter of patrons already giddy with ale.

“Miss,” came a waving hand, “Another, please.”

She turned to see Samwise Gamgee looking at her with sleepy eyes.

“Master Gamgee,” she smiled. The longer she looked at him the more she noticed the signs of his drunkenness; the rose of his cheeks and the sway of his lighthearted body. “You sure about another?”

He motioned for a tankard like a hopeful child, “I must gather my courage.”

“Must you?” She couldn’t help but laugh, giving in and passing over a mug filled to the brim. “Whatever for?”

Sam gulped, swallowing more froth than ale, “There’s a pretty girl I wish to acquaint myself with.”

The barmaiden scrunched her brow, “What girl?” She eyed the chair beside him that was normally occupied with his dearest.

“Over there,” he mumbled, wiping at his lip, “See her smiling?”

The maiden turned her eyes across the pub, spotting (Y/N) as she laughed at something a cousin said. The young hobbit dazzled with her smile, entertained with her full body laughter, clutching her stomach as she did.

“Miss (Y/N),” the barmaiden stated, raising a brow. Everyone in town knew that Miss (Y/N) and Master Sam were an established pair - they had been courting since the fall harvest. “You haven’t introduced yourself yet?”

Sam shook his head haphazardly, putting a few fingers to his temple to stop the motion. “And I’m terribly nervous about it.”

The maiden held back a giggle. How much had he had to drink? “I’m sure she’d love to talk to you.”

Rubbing hard at his eyes, a pout on his lips, Sam asked, “How do you know?” He suddenly slammed his hands down, gaze widening in shock, “Has she been talking about me?”

“Oh yes,” she replied, readjusting the tray in her hands, “I reckon she might fancy you.”

Sam’s mouth fell open, “Fancy… me? By my word…”

“Go talk to her,” she said, moving onto the next table, “You don’t have any reason to be nervous.”

But Samwise was nervous. This was the girl of his dreams. The girl he’d been fawning over for years.

He took a shaky breath, downing as much of the new ale as he could stand. He kept his sleepy eyes on the girl responsible for the butterflies wriggling in his stomach. “Right then,” he grumbled, standing rather unsteadily.

He stumbled, grabbing onto chairs for support as he made his way over. The closer he got the warmer his stomach became. All the ale had addled his brain and boiled in his belly. His steps were sluggish and as heavy as cement bricks.

(Y/N) finished catching up with some relatives, turning to find her Samwise. She was delighted to see him already on his way.

And very clearly inebriated.

“Hello there,” she said with an endearing smile. She lightly placed a hand on his shoulder, steadying him.

Sam blinked hard a few times, eyes following the length of her arm, “Hello (Y/N).”

“Sweetie,” she said warmly, putting a hand against his head, “How much have you drunk tonight?”

He swallowed hard, “My name’s Sam.”

“I know,” she smiled, “Did you hear my question?”

“You know who I am?” his smile was lopsided, his shoulders sagging, “I don’t believe it.”

She bit her lip - it looked like drunken Sam was becoming forgetful Sam. It had happened on a number of occasions and always made (Y/N) feel like she did when he first tried to court her.

“Believe it, dearest,” she fixed the collar of his shirt, his eyes boring into her.

He was getting redder by the second, “Pardon me, miss, but I have to tell you… you are the most beautiful hobbit I have ever seen.”

“You tell me that every day, Sam,” she giggled, pulling on the rumbled fabric of his coat.

He looked confused again, “I don’t recall.”

“That’s because you’re drunk,” she whispered, tugging on his hand, “Let’s get you home.”

There was shock behind the grogginess of his eyes, “You speak as if we’ve done this before.”

“Sam,” she grinned, waving off the pub patrons as they neared the door, “You seem to have forgotten that we’ve been together for months now.”

The drunken, red-cheeked man was positively beaming, “We have?” He raised their intertwined hands, “How could I have forgotten one of my dreams coming true.”

(Y/N) smiled shyly, “You’ll remember once you’ve slept it off.”

He was nearly giddy as he pulled her to a stop, “So this means I can do this…” He put the back of her hand to his lips and watched her reaction.

She laughed, “Yes, you absolutely can do that.”

“And what about this?” He slowly put his free hand to her cheek, his fingers finding their way into her hair.

A deeper sound came from her, “Whenever you want.”

“And this?” he asked quietly, leaning in at a painfully slow pace, his gaze still cautious and wondering. “Can I?”

Her skin prickled at the look he was giving her - as if it was going to be their first kiss and he couldn’t contain the nerves eating at him.

She gave in quickly, pressing her lips into his, fast and fierce. He was stuttering and smiling happily when she pulled away.

“You make me blush,” she said, tugging on him to keep walking, “You know sometimes I think you pretend to be more forgetful than you are when drunk. You just want to play.”

Sam hummed his reply, still unsteady but holding onto her, “Perhaps.”

She playfully hit his arm, “Samwise Gamgee!”

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just-a-little-cellist · 1 year

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Hi I just read your preferences on the LOTR kinks and have been wondering if it would be rude to request an NSFW fic that delves deeper into samwise gamgee's blinfold kink.

(A/N: not at all! I'm always happy for people to send requests :) plus we always need more Sam content - I've done some more headcanons and a short drabble for this, I hope that's ok!)

(NSFW content below - involves an AFAB reader :) enjoy)

Since he's usually pretty vanilla, Sam probably wasn't the one to first suggest this. He likely didn't even realize it was something he'd enjoy until you tried it for the first time.

During sex he can sometimes get quite self-conscious, but the second you have a blindfold on he feels the tension dissolve from his body. The feeling of being observed is gone.

He will take so long to just admire you, not to mention your reactions. He could spend all day tracing every inch of your skin, memorizing your curves, and taking note of every single spot that makes your breath hitch.

Sam enjoys more than anything to just take his time with you and watch you fall apart underneath him.

His favourite thing while you're blindfolded is to tease you with lingering touches until you're squirming in anticipation, maybe even begging - he finds your impatience amusing sometimes - then going down on you until you're thoroughly overstimulated.

He is 100% a giver, so he can and will spend hours making out with your pussy if you'd let him.

Another thing he enjoys about this kink is the fact that you seem to let go a little more as well. He loves hearing every sound that he drags from your lips, and you always seem to get louder whenever your eyes are covered.

He's still somewhat shy about initiating it if the two of you are about to have sex, but once you put the blindfold on it brings out a far more confident, verging on dominant, side of Sam.

"Sam... please, I need you..." you whine, feeling the burning need in your core growing stronger with every second. His fingers drag along the skin of your hips, tracing the lines there and edging closer, but never quite, to the aching between your legs.

You suck in a breath when you feel the brush of his lips against your inner thigh. "Sorry," he mumbles against your skin. "Can't help it, you just look so damn pretty..."

When you finally feel his tongue against your clit, the way you arch your back and grip the sheets is maybe the most beautiful thing Sam has ever seen, and when you cum for the fifth time in a row with him between your legs, the whimper he hears will hover in the back of his mind every time he sees you.

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