Gimli/ You
Title: Your day with Gimli
Author: gracheness aka me
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Gimli/ you (Gimli/ Legolas under overtones).
Rating: NC- 17... oh yes
Summary: Like Legolas/ you, this is pointless porn. You wake up and find yourself in Middle Earth. You're not pretty enough for Legolas and Gimli takes a liking to you...
Notes: Inspired by sixtus, who is working on a Barbossa/ you except she’s in love with him.
Warnings: This is meant to squick. It's written seriously and the sex is serious. If I thought Tolkien would be rolling in his grave at my last attempt...
Theme Song: Sex Dwarf by Soft Cell.
You wake up. You have no idea where you are. You look around. You see a short, hairy creature bounding towards you with a tall, beautiful one not far behind. “Who’re you?” The shorter one asks gruffly. You tell him your name and he says he’s never heard such an unusual name. “I am Gimli, son of Glòin.” He introduces himself. “And this here is Lego… where did he go?” You look around and the tall, beautiful figure has disappeared.
”Um… what are You?”
“Oh, I’m sorry lassie, I’m a dwarf.”
“Oh… What’s he?” You point in the general direction of where the illusive Legolas was.
“Legolas? He’s an elf.”
“I see. Are there any people here?”
“Humans you mean?”
“Um, yeah. Humans.”
“There’s Aragorn and Boromir. They’re human.”
“Hmm. What are those things?”
“Why they’re hobbits of course.”
“Hobbits…?”
“Halflings.”
”Right,” you elongate.
“You can meet them if you like, they won’t bite,” Gimli suggests cheerily.
“Sure,” you reply nervously.
You follow Gimli over to the hobbits. They give you a warm welcome and the one called Pippin offers you food. You take the food cautiously, not sure what it is and not quite trusting. Pippin looks so cheery and non-threatening you don’t want to disappoint him and take a bite. “What is it?”
“Lembas bread!” The other hobbits chime in.
“It’s good!”
“Of course it is- it’s elvish.”
You pause and take in more of your surroundings. You seem to be in a sparse forest. The trees are taller then any you’ve seen before. You look back to where you woke up. You woke up in a lush green field which the forest borders on. You look at Legolas -who has returned- longingly but he looks away hastily. Gimli takes you aside, “Don’t mind him, he only goes for the really pretty ones.” You scoff, not sure if Gimli’s comment is intended as an insult or not. He interrupts your musings with “He wouldn’t have a bar of me…” with a wink. You are slightly disgusted and give him an odd look as he trails off with “I’m just the right height too…”
”He’s so beautiful,” you say
“Aye” and Gimli nods. There’s no bitterness; only a distant longing.
“You’re a pretty lass, you know.”
“Apparently not pretty enough,” you retort.
“Ah, that doesn’t matter to me,” Gimli says with a smile. Perhaps it is the way the light is shining but you notice a real, endearing warmth in his face.
“So how did you get here?” Gimli asks you.
“I have no idea. I just woke up here,” you reply flatly.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Gimli winks. Gimli takes hold of your hand and strokes it with his stubby, dirty fingers. You feel a jolt of electricity in your stomach and can’t quite put your finger on why. He says he’ll show you a tree and you follow him towards it. You stand under the tree and gaze up at the vast canopy above. You feel a large hand on your behind. You jump and turn around. Gimli smoothly pushes you against the tree and reaches up to fondle your breasts. You giggle because his hands are so large and can cover so much space.
He dips a stubby finger into the waist of your pants, but his finger is so wide, the button on your pants goes flying off. You giggle and tangle your fingers in Gimli’s hair. He laughs gruffly back and his voice is animalistic and you feel yourself become aroused. He unzips your pants and slides a finger into your underwear and he comments on how exquisite the lace is, how the careful embroidery almost looks elvish. The giggling is gone and you know it’s serious when he slides his finger around the outside of your labia teasingly. You moan and try to force yourself upon his finger. A sudden urge overtakes you and all you can think about is Gimli and how good this feels.
Gimli realises this and grins. He lines his finger up and slides in slowly, carefully. His finger slides in easily because you’re so aroused and so slick and so, so wet. Gimli’s finger is so large and stubbly and is well over five times as thick as your own. He slides it in and out again slowly. Too slowly. You sit up and start to impale yourself on his finger. You stop and think about the size of his cock, if just one finger is definitely larger then the average human penis. You wonder if you would be able to take such girth. You shudder at the thought although you don’t know if out of fear or anticipation.
Gimli reaches his other hand up and starts to caress your left nipple. You moan and throw your head back. Gimli takes his hand out of you and brings it up to play with your other nipple. Your own lubrication heightens the sensitivity of your nipple and Gimli continues to fondle. Gimli leans down and runs his tongue along your nipple. “You taste amazing,” he says. You look down and shudder at the filthiness of the whole situation; it’s amazing. His beard tickles around your breast and you see your own arousal smearing into it. Gimli continues, but takes his finger away and runs it up your thigh, and slides in again. He quickens his movements and you start to feel a tingling in your stomach. You start to shake and push down, leaning on Gimli entirely. You throw yourself on Gimli’s finger and lean down as much as you can. You scream as you orgasm and Gimli can feel you pulsate rhythmically around his finger.
When you finish shaking, Gimli lays you down softly, but doesn’t remove his finger. At length he slowly draws it out and starts to rub it against your clit in small circles. It’s so intense after one of the most amazing orgasms you’ve ever experienced but you’re loving every second of it. You’ve only ever had nimble digits play with you before and his fingers are so blunt, it’s a whole new kind of pleasure. You can feel the rough calluses on your delicate flesh and are shocked that you’d never felt pleasure like this before.
It’s so amazing you never want it to stop, but it’s too intense and you pull Gimli’s hand away. “Gimli, no.”
“You didn’t like it?”
“Of course I liked, Gimli, but it’s too much.”
“Oh, I see,” he nods. “I’ve got just the thing for that.”
Gimli gently takes his hand away and rubs your thighs lovingly, giving you time to relax. He places one kiss on each of your knees and soft kisses randomly on your thighs. You can feel his bristly beard tickle your inner thigh as he crawls his way up it. You’re amazed at how tender he can be. He starts to lick trails up your thighs and you can feel the cool breeze blowing delicately. You shudder as Gimli gets closer. Gimli licks one long line along your lips which extends right up to your clit. He takes it between his lips and sucks lightly.
There was a point where you felt insecure about your hair down there. Although, as you look down at Gimli’s beard, it cascades over your legs and almost down to the ground you forget any insecure thoughts you had about yourself. You pause and think about how hairy dwarf women must be. If Gimli were doing this to a dwarf you’re sure their hair would get entangled and form knots.
You smell a putrid odour. You come out of your haze of arousal and realise it’s emanating from Gimli’s beard. There are particles of food decomposing and the aroma is wafting up to your nose. You’re shocked you didn’t notice this before. But you forget everything as the entirety of Gimli’s tongue slides completely inside you. You’ve never felt so filled before. You can feel the length of his tongue as he licks up inside you. He draws his tongue out and licks each one of your lips in turn. He circles his tongue around your clit; he has a surprising amount of control over his tongue. He licks oh so lightly and you’re amazed that you actually buck up; wanting more. You shudder and sense the familiar feeling of your orgasm build. You scream out and you can feel Gimli smiling. You shudder under him; the second time is just as intense as the first.
You’re so grateful for the pleasure that Gimli brought you that when you calm down you almost rip his pants off- this would be very hard to do, considering they are very tough. Gimli helps you and peels off his pants. You note that he’s not wearing any form of underwear and assume this is regular practice for dwarves. Although, it turns out Gimli isn’t quite as fat as you anticipated him to be. It was his hair filling out his pants, all around, from the front to the back it forms a layer that requires him to wear pants a size larger then he should. You also can’t locate Gimli’s cock. “Um, Gimli?” You ask unsurely.
“Yes, lassie?”
“Where… is it?”
“Oh down there somewhere, lassie. You’ll find it.”
“Gimli, I love you, I cannot bear to watch you whore yourself out any longer!” Legolas proclaims and wanders out from behind a bush. “What?!” You ask. “You watched us?”
Legolas blushes and responds a meek “yes,” but defends himself by looking down his nose at you with “I wasn’t watching you.”
“Oh Legolas, I thought I’d never hear those words,” Gimli gushes. Gimli and Legolas are so wrapped up in each other they completely block you out while they share their first kiss.
x- posted to seme_midget
Author: gracheness aka me
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Gimli/ you (Gimli/ Legolas under overtones).
Rating: NC- 17... oh yes
Summary: Like Legolas/ you, this is pointless porn. You wake up and find yourself in Middle Earth. You're not pretty enough for Legolas and Gimli takes a liking to you...
Notes: Inspired by sixtus, who is working on a Barbossa/ you except she’s in love with him.
Warnings: This is meant to squick. It's written seriously and the sex is serious. If I thought Tolkien would be rolling in his grave at my last attempt...
Theme Song: Sex Dwarf by Soft Cell.
You wake up. You have no idea where you are. You look around. You see a short, hairy creature bounding towards you with a tall, beautiful one not far behind. “Who’re you?” The shorter one asks gruffly. You tell him your name and he says he’s never heard such an unusual name. “I am Gimli, son of Glòin.” He introduces himself. “And this here is Lego… where did he go?” You look around and the tall, beautiful figure has disappeared.
”Um… what are You?”
“Oh, I’m sorry lassie, I’m a dwarf.”
“Oh… What’s he?” You point in the general direction of where the illusive Legolas was.
“Legolas? He’s an elf.”
“I see. Are there any people here?”
“Humans you mean?”
“Um, yeah. Humans.”
“There’s Aragorn and Boromir. They’re human.”
“Hmm. What are those things?”
“Why they’re hobbits of course.”
“Hobbits…?”
“Halflings.”
”Right,” you elongate.
“You can meet them if you like, they won’t bite,” Gimli suggests cheerily.
“Sure,” you reply nervously.
You follow Gimli over to the hobbits. They give you a warm welcome and the one called Pippin offers you food. You take the food cautiously, not sure what it is and not quite trusting. Pippin looks so cheery and non-threatening you don’t want to disappoint him and take a bite. “What is it?”
“Lembas bread!” The other hobbits chime in.
“It’s good!”
“Of course it is- it’s elvish.”
You pause and take in more of your surroundings. You seem to be in a sparse forest. The trees are taller then any you’ve seen before. You look back to where you woke up. You woke up in a lush green field which the forest borders on. You look at Legolas -who has returned- longingly but he looks away hastily. Gimli takes you aside, “Don’t mind him, he only goes for the really pretty ones.” You scoff, not sure if Gimli’s comment is intended as an insult or not. He interrupts your musings with “He wouldn’t have a bar of me…” with a wink. You are slightly disgusted and give him an odd look as he trails off with “I’m just the right height too…”
”He’s so beautiful,” you say
“Aye” and Gimli nods. There’s no bitterness; only a distant longing.
“You’re a pretty lass, you know.”
“Apparently not pretty enough,” you retort.
“Ah, that doesn’t matter to me,” Gimli says with a smile. Perhaps it is the way the light is shining but you notice a real, endearing warmth in his face.
“So how did you get here?” Gimli asks you.
“I have no idea. I just woke up here,” you reply flatly.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Gimli winks. Gimli takes hold of your hand and strokes it with his stubby, dirty fingers. You feel a jolt of electricity in your stomach and can’t quite put your finger on why. He says he’ll show you a tree and you follow him towards it. You stand under the tree and gaze up at the vast canopy above. You feel a large hand on your behind. You jump and turn around. Gimli smoothly pushes you against the tree and reaches up to fondle your breasts. You giggle because his hands are so large and can cover so much space.
He dips a stubby finger into the waist of your pants, but his finger is so wide, the button on your pants goes flying off. You giggle and tangle your fingers in Gimli’s hair. He laughs gruffly back and his voice is animalistic and you feel yourself become aroused. He unzips your pants and slides a finger into your underwear and he comments on how exquisite the lace is, how the careful embroidery almost looks elvish. The giggling is gone and you know it’s serious when he slides his finger around the outside of your labia teasingly. You moan and try to force yourself upon his finger. A sudden urge overtakes you and all you can think about is Gimli and how good this feels.
Gimli realises this and grins. He lines his finger up and slides in slowly, carefully. His finger slides in easily because you’re so aroused and so slick and so, so wet. Gimli’s finger is so large and stubbly and is well over five times as thick as your own. He slides it in and out again slowly. Too slowly. You sit up and start to impale yourself on his finger. You stop and think about the size of his cock, if just one finger is definitely larger then the average human penis. You wonder if you would be able to take such girth. You shudder at the thought although you don’t know if out of fear or anticipation.
Gimli reaches his other hand up and starts to caress your left nipple. You moan and throw your head back. Gimli takes his hand out of you and brings it up to play with your other nipple. Your own lubrication heightens the sensitivity of your nipple and Gimli continues to fondle. Gimli leans down and runs his tongue along your nipple. “You taste amazing,” he says. You look down and shudder at the filthiness of the whole situation; it’s amazing. His beard tickles around your breast and you see your own arousal smearing into it. Gimli continues, but takes his finger away and runs it up your thigh, and slides in again. He quickens his movements and you start to feel a tingling in your stomach. You start to shake and push down, leaning on Gimli entirely. You throw yourself on Gimli’s finger and lean down as much as you can. You scream as you orgasm and Gimli can feel you pulsate rhythmically around his finger.
When you finish shaking, Gimli lays you down softly, but doesn’t remove his finger. At length he slowly draws it out and starts to rub it against your clit in small circles. It’s so intense after one of the most amazing orgasms you’ve ever experienced but you’re loving every second of it. You’ve only ever had nimble digits play with you before and his fingers are so blunt, it’s a whole new kind of pleasure. You can feel the rough calluses on your delicate flesh and are shocked that you’d never felt pleasure like this before.
It’s so amazing you never want it to stop, but it’s too intense and you pull Gimli’s hand away. “Gimli, no.”
“You didn’t like it?”
“Of course I liked, Gimli, but it’s too much.”
“Oh, I see,” he nods. “I’ve got just the thing for that.”
Gimli gently takes his hand away and rubs your thighs lovingly, giving you time to relax. He places one kiss on each of your knees and soft kisses randomly on your thighs. You can feel his bristly beard tickle your inner thigh as he crawls his way up it. You’re amazed at how tender he can be. He starts to lick trails up your thighs and you can feel the cool breeze blowing delicately. You shudder as Gimli gets closer. Gimli licks one long line along your lips which extends right up to your clit. He takes it between his lips and sucks lightly.
There was a point where you felt insecure about your hair down there. Although, as you look down at Gimli’s beard, it cascades over your legs and almost down to the ground you forget any insecure thoughts you had about yourself. You pause and think about how hairy dwarf women must be. If Gimli were doing this to a dwarf you’re sure their hair would get entangled and form knots.
You smell a putrid odour. You come out of your haze of arousal and realise it’s emanating from Gimli’s beard. There are particles of food decomposing and the aroma is wafting up to your nose. You’re shocked you didn’t notice this before. But you forget everything as the entirety of Gimli’s tongue slides completely inside you. You’ve never felt so filled before. You can feel the length of his tongue as he licks up inside you. He draws his tongue out and licks each one of your lips in turn. He circles his tongue around your clit; he has a surprising amount of control over his tongue. He licks oh so lightly and you’re amazed that you actually buck up; wanting more. You shudder and sense the familiar feeling of your orgasm build. You scream out and you can feel Gimli smiling. You shudder under him; the second time is just as intense as the first.
You’re so grateful for the pleasure that Gimli brought you that when you calm down you almost rip his pants off- this would be very hard to do, considering they are very tough. Gimli helps you and peels off his pants. You note that he’s not wearing any form of underwear and assume this is regular practice for dwarves. Although, it turns out Gimli isn’t quite as fat as you anticipated him to be. It was his hair filling out his pants, all around, from the front to the back it forms a layer that requires him to wear pants a size larger then he should. You also can’t locate Gimli’s cock. “Um, Gimli?” You ask unsurely.
“Yes, lassie?”
“Where… is it?”
“Oh down there somewhere, lassie. You’ll find it.”
“Gimli, I love you, I cannot bear to watch you whore yourself out any longer!” Legolas proclaims and wanders out from behind a bush. “What?!” You ask. “You watched us?”
Legolas blushes and responds a meek “yes,” but defends himself by looking down his nose at you with “I wasn’t watching you.”
“Oh Legolas, I thought I’d never hear those words,” Gimli gushes. Gimli and Legolas are so wrapped up in each other they completely block you out while they share their first kiss.
x- posted to seme_midget