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Can I share my opinion about Finwë? I think his second marriage was completely unfair to Míriel.

It just seems like Finwë was really selfish in this situation. Just my opinion btw🤷🏻

[glykerniaz]

Imagine Lestat choosing not to turn you until you grow older - then being with you when you are an adult.

When Lestat first found you, you were only a child. Originally, he had planned for you to be a playmate for Claudia but something always held him back. It was most likely the influence of Claudia herself, who wanted to grow up and be a woman more than anything in the world, and resented Lestat for taking that from her. He didn’t need the hatred of another person in his home, so when he brought you in - the poor orphan that you were - he kept you as a human so you could grow up, and Claudia could live through you.

But then something happened as you grew up that Lestat had not intended. As a child, you had looked somewhat like the dolls that Claudia loved with your pink cheeks and your curly hair but as you grew up, you became less like a doll and more like a beautifully carved statue. You grew into your body wonderfully, as Lestat would always tell you, and Claudia grew more and more jealous of your figure and would spend her nights touching you and asking questions, and on more than one occasion, Lestat had to step in to save you from the inquisition.

And something happened that you had not intended either. Lestat, the vampire who had brought you into his (mainly Louis’s) home and bought you everything that you could dream of, started seeming less like a caretaker and more like a man, granted he’s immortal and drinks blood nightly but nonetheless, those are things you learned to get over while young.

On the eve of your twenty-fifth birthday, Lestat took you out, just the two of you. A moonlit walk on the beach in your finest clothes, a meal at a fine dining establishment, he even restrained himself from drinking the barmaid! At the end of the night, he pulled you into a quiet alley and spoke as Lestat did best.

“For years, I’ve been watching you like a hawk. Looking for any sign that you would betray me, and Claudia.” He added as an after-thought. “And you never did. Instead, you became close to us. We are a family, no? The three of us?” He forgot about Louis. “So let’s become more of a family. Become like me, it will only hurt a little, then we can be together for eternity.”

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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ› ⠀⁺ ★⠀┈⠀House of Finarfin ⸝⠀e ⟲

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Finarfin

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Finrod

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Aegnor

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Angrod

dividers ➵ @chachachannah @anitalenia

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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ› ⠀⁺ ★⠀┈⠀House of Fingolfin ⸝⠀e ⟲

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Fingolfin ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠwarm the bed*

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Fingon

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Turgon

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Argon

dividers ➵ @chachachannah @anitalenia

[glykerniaz]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ› ⠀⁺ ★⠀┈⠀Lord of Gondolin ⸝⠀e ⟲

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Glorfindel

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠour longing love*

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Ecthelion

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Rog

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Elgamoth

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Penloth

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Maeglin

dividers ➵ @chachachannah @anitalenia

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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ› ⠀⁺ ★⠀┈⠀House of Feanor ⸝⠀e ⟲

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Maedhros

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Maglor

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Celegorm

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Caranthir

ᅠᅠᅠ��ᅠ⤫ Curufin

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Amrod

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Amras

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⤫ Celebrimbor

dividers ➵ @chachachannah @anitalenia

[glykerniaz]

Warm The Bed

ᅠᅠᅠ𓄹⠀𓈒⠀ㅤׄ sub!fingolfin x top!reader ⋆.˚ ⠀ㅤ𓄼

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ✎ᝰ. ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ 

ᅠᅠᅠ ( synopsis. ) You are a Maiar of Ulmo, Your his lover, and you've loved him for a long time, even after the troubles he had with his older brother. For a long while, after his exile, he couldn't even bear to face you. Yet, as he crossed Helcaraxë, he found himself longing for you, softly pleading with you to come to him, to soothe his heart tonight.

( tags. ) top!reader , bottom!fingolfin , sub!fingolfin , maiar!reader , smut ,semi-public sex , one-shot , anal-sex , ejaculate.

( a/n. ) Your dessert is here, my friend! Hope it’s as spicy (I mean sweet) as you wanted! @liar-anubiass-blog ᅠᅠᅠ

You are his lover, the river that helps carry away his pain, and the one he fears facing most after what he's done—following his half-brother’s decision. ᅠᅠᅠ He's terrified of the disappointment in your eyes. ᅠᅠᅠ Yet, you reassure him once more with the warmth of your presence in this uncomfortable bed. ᅠᅠᅠ You give him the peace to sleep soundly for the first time in years.

ᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠ

The snow-capped mountains have collapsed again, and the glaciers have cracked once more. Every day, he must face these trials, even as he prays to the gods, to the Valar. ᅠᅠᅠ

But his pleas have never been answered. Not even by you. It is as if the Valar have abandoned them, indifferent and uncaring. ᅠᅠᅠ

In truth, he doesn't even dare to pray to you. ᅠᅠᅠ

He fears that you might reject his pleas. ᅠᅠᅠ

Afraid that when he looks into your eyes, hears your voice, it will be filled with guilt and coldness. ᅠᅠᅠ

If that were the case, it would break his heart even more than being alive but dead inside. ᅠᅠᅠ

The streams running beneath the cold glaciers remind him of every word he speaks, making him hate himself even more. He knows how much he misses you, how the cold that does nothing to his body seeps into his mind. ᅠᅠᅠ

It penetrates to his very soul, which cries out for your name through the bond we share amidst all this suffering. ᅠᅠᅠ

You are Maiar, a servant of Ulmo, and he is Fingolfin, the exiled prince of the Noldor. ᅠᅠᅠ

His eyes are weary, yet he must endure to lead his Noldorin followers to survive the deadly cold of Helcaraxë. ᅠᅠᅠ

The screams and laments of those he leads make it harder for him to sleep, though sleep is not even necessary. ᅠᅠᅠ

Eru, he prays with his life, no matter how much you despise him—he just wants you to be here, to hold him, to whisper that everything will be alright. ᅠᅠᅠ

"Please... I need you, Y/N" ᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠ

Your lord, Ulmo, is assigning a task to you. He is aware of your relationship with that Noldorin prince. ᅠᅠᅠ

You are a loyal and faithful servant, and Ulmo understands this well. Therefore, he has granted you the power over the waters beneath the icy waters of Helcaraxë, to help quell the fury of Ossë's rage. ᅠᅠᅠ

You watch over and assist the drowning Noldorin elves time and again, saving them from loss. Yet sometimes, even the anger of the waters is beyond control. ᅠᅠᅠ

You immediately think of Fingolfin when you hear the mournful cries of the elves. In the end, due to the difficulty of your duties, you inadvertently closed off your fea (spirit). ᅠᅠᅠ

But tonight is different. Tonight, you hear a faint but deeply painful sob through your connection with him. ᅠᅠᅠ

"My Nolofinwë," you whisper softly, and decide to seek him out. ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠ

Inside the brightly lit tent, Fingolfin sat frozen in shock as he saw your familiar figure slowly approach him. ᅠᅠᅠ

His legs, unsteady with longing, rushed to embrace you tightly, inhaling the warmth of your scent, as if it were sunlight in the summer. ᅠᅠᅠ

His face buried in your chest, his arms wrapped around you in a desperate embrace, as if afraid this moment might be a dream. ᅠᅠᅠ

"Eru, tell me this isn't a dream." ᅠᅠᅠ

His body held onto you with no regard for appearances, even though you were alone in the tent, with only the soft glow of a torch to warm the empty, wounded heart within him. ᅠᅠᅠ

"I'm here, my love. I’m here now." ᅠᅠᅠ

You cupped his face in your hands before gently pressing a kiss to his forehead, your silver eyes gazing at him with affection. ᅠᅠᅠ

"I called for you—but you didn't answer... I thought you were disappointed in me, angry with me—" ᅠᅠᅠ

Your expression softened, and you carefully lifted the Noldorin prince into your arms, cradling him as you would a fragile maiden, treating him with the tenderness he so desperately needed. ᅠᅠᅠ

"It was my carelessness that blocked my spirit, preventing me from hearing your prayers." ᅠᅠᅠ

You pressed your forehead against his in a loving gesture, then kissed the crown of his head once more. ᅠᅠᅠ

"You don’t hate me, truly—do you?" ᅠᅠᅠ

Fingolfin gazed at you with pleading eyes, searching for comfort and sincerity in your response. ᅠᅠᅠ

"I have never hated you, my love." ᅠᅠᅠ

Just those few words from you brought him a sense of relief, as if a mountain had been lifted from his aching chest. ᅠᅠᅠ

You gently laid him down on the bed, pressing a kiss to his forehead as a cold breeze swept through the tent's curtains. ᅠᅠᅠ

He clung to you, unwilling to let go, looking at you with eyes full of longing. ᅠᅠᅠ

"Don’t go..." ᅠᅠᅠ

You can’t refuse him, not when you loved him so deeply and were willing to give him everything. ᅠᅠᅠ

He pulled you down beside him, his back easily sinking into the soft fabric beneath him. ᅠᅠᅠ

Could you really turn him away? ᅠᅠᅠ

"It’s so cold here. Come, warm my bed..." ᅠᅠᅠ

"Please..." ᅠᅠᅠ

There was no way you could ever refuse him. ᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠ

The flame in the torch flickered with the force of the snowstorm outside the tent, yet it did not extinguish our insatiable desire. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

Fingolfin's face flushed with heat, and his cheeks turned a charming shade of rosy red. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

His hair spread out on the bed amidst a pile of clothes on the portable bed, lacking the comfort of a palace. His white neck was adorned with red spots, like a brand. ᅠᅠᅠ

You sit between the legs of the holy prince, eagerly and passionately kissing to dispel the severe cold of Helcaraxë. ᅠᅠᅠ

Who would have thought he could be so beautiful even when exiled far from the elven paradise? ᅠᅠᅠ

"Don't—don't look…" ᅠᅠᅠ

His hips tightened when they were thrust and penetrated by the giant cock of Maiarr, who became one with him to alleviate his psychological trauma. ᅠᅠᅠ

Fingolfin struggled hard to suppress his hoarse, lustful moans as he was repeatedly thrust—again and again. ᅠᅠᅠ

His lower body was completely numb, yet he unconsciously lifted his hips to absorb your impact, as if his body was betraying him to satisfy his desires. ᅠᅠᅠ

"Hng-Hnggg! Ah!" ᅠᅠᅠ

"T-That's too much-!" ᅠᅠᅠ

"Just a little more, Nolofinwë," You murmured while nibbling the tip of his pointed ear. ᅠᅠᅠ

His cock twitched against his abs in rippling muscles when you did that. He almost came with every thrust of yours. It made him feel so good—so good that he couldn't stop. ᅠᅠᅠ

His hands clawed and crumpled the poor bedspread until it was almost torn. Your back was covered with his scratches, seeking an outlet for this ecstatic feeling. ᅠᅠᅠ

"Ah-ah! Ah! Ah!" ᅠᅠᅠ

M-More! ᅠᅠᅠ

Fingolfin moaned. He no longer cared whether any elf with keen ears and curiosity passed by, for the happiness and warmth you gave him made this cold bed more inviting to lie down on than ever before. ᅠᅠᅠ

Every time his lips tenderly kissed and savored, drawing the breath from his lungs, it felt as if it stopped the functioning of his brain. ᅠᅠᅠ

The dizzying feeling made his legs weak, not unlike a first-time bride who just spent her wedding night. ᅠᅠᅠ

The scent of sweat and our moans intertwine. Your nose nuzzles, inhaling his sweat. The muscles in your legs tense and twitch, soft and limp in your hands. ᅠᅠᅠ

You are so strong, powerful—and magnificent—that he felt a knot in his lower stomach as if he were pinned down by hot nails, unable to move anywhere. ᅠᅠᅠ

It didn't take long for your expertise to make his cock twitch and release a pearly liquid that splattered across his chest and stomach. ᅠᅠᅠ

Fingolfin arched his hips up, his back lifting off the bed. His mouth opened, letting out a moan, and he yanked your collar down, pressing a passionate kiss that made a slurping sound with our tongues entwined. ᅠᅠᅠ

His eyes widened as he regained consciousness and felt the warmth within him—your big cock was still hard and throbbing inside him, the sound caught between his legs. ᅠᅠᅠ

Huh? ᅠᅠᅠ

"Are you joking me…? W-Why are you still hard…" ᅠᅠᅠ

so warm- he's think. ᅠᅠᅠ

His lungs felt like they were burning, but he held his breath until he could speak. However, what he received from his curiosity was just the corner of your mouth smiling. ᅠᅠᅠ

Your battle-hardened palm gripped his pale thigh, pulling it apart even more. "I'm not done yet, my beloved. It's so cold tonight. How about I warm your bed instead?" ᅠᅠᅠ

Eru… ᅠᅠᅠ

Fingolfin's face turned red, his lips bit down before being helped by that insatiable Maiar to warm the bed once more.

ᅠᅠᅠ

dividers ➵ @chachachannah @anitalenia @cafekitsune

[glykerniaz]

a fellow elf-fucker spotted in the wild?👀

thoughts (and prayers) on bottom maedhros having a quickie with his beloved behind a corner? i just know my fav pathetic ginger would be so embarrassed😔

good luck on your journey in writing🥳

Oh—looks like you can read my mind. I’ve been waiting for someone to ask about this handsome gingerhead! 🫣🫣

(I’ve also been waiting for that elf shot from you too—🤭)

[glykerniaz]

Hello 👋 I hope you are all well and happy holidays ✨ Top!reader-Maiar Ulmo/sub!Fingolfin Reader Maiar is the herald of Ulmo in Taniquetil. Since Ulmo himself rarely appears there, the reader has to do all the work. Helcaraxe. The elves walking through the mountains think that the Valar have completely abandoned them. Everyone is having a hard time, but Nolofinwe is especially empty in his soul, who not only left his beloved in Aman, but the elf thinks that the reader is disappointed and angry with him (this is not true). And then, in one of the cold moments of the transition, the reader visits Fingolfin out of anxiety. You write hot scenes wonderfully. Can we have one in a tent? To banish the frosty cold from the elf's body at least for a while 🤭 Fingon must need psychological help 😄

This is truly intriguing👀👀 Providing warmth into him **Aham!** until he's satisfied certainly sounds like an interesting task...🤭🤭

[glykerniaz]

Everybody LESTAT is so AGHHHHHHHHH 🤌✨ these two versions of him also describe his GORGEOUS 😭😭

[glykerniaz]

MASTERLIST | moon + stars 02.

──────── ⵌ DARK BLUE ...

──────── ⵌ GREY ...

──────── ⵌ CHARCOAL ...

( requested by → @illustrious-paladin-lesbian )

added the dark blue set and grey because i thought it looked good in this style as well. :)

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MASTERLIST BANNERS | heartlines.

( requested by → @rislyann )

forgot how much I loved this design :’))) I may make more of these, but in difference colour schemes

find my original heartlines master list banners here

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CAUTION TAPE | trigger warning 002.

( requested by → @shionancientsblog )

ok … not gonna lie, this colour set is so fire. I’m vibing with this rn. the dark moody tones always get me ahhh 🤍

type ( warning ) : 001 / 002 / 003 / 004 / 005

type ( dark content ) : 001 / 002

type ( trigger ) : 001 / 002

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CYBERSPACE | mdni 001.

thanks for the encouragement and love on this sample ! I was so excited when I was making this hehehe. I can’t wait to do more ;)))

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Alright 🤌 we both know that Eol is a dark elf with a terrible attitude, especially when it comes to being a father.

But if he were to take on the role of a mother instead—AHAM. Maybe he could be better at mother of top!reader child? [ U know AFAB Eol 🤷🏻🤷🏻 ]

[glykerniaz]

Our longing love

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𓄹⠀𓈒⠀ㅤׄ glorfindel x top!reader ⋆.˚ ⠀ㅤ𓄼

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ✎ᝰ. ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ 

 

Emile Anderson - Glorfindel ( tentative)

( synopsis. ) You are the sixth Istari sent to Middle-earth, a Maiar of Mandos. You met Glorfindel in the Halls of Mandos, and shared a deep romantic bond with him. When he was sent back for his second life in Middle-earth, no one ever imagined that he would meet you again in Imladris.

( tags. ) top!reader , bottom!glorfindel , Istari reder , using fingers , climax , male reader , soft , smut , friend to lover.

( a/n. ) i found out somebody request this- (My frist time wrtiting)

You never realized just how important you became in his life. The beautiful memories between you and him are always circling in his mind.

From the moment he met you after his death in the Halls of Mandos.

You are the shining light, radiant and calm, just like your Valar. You are his sanctity. Even the kiss you left on his lips imprinted upon his soul.

Oh... you made him pray to the goddess of the stars, Varda, but it seems the one who listened to him was the just Lord Mandos.

Until today, his prayers will come true.

The afternoon sky, bathed in sunlight, slowly shifted westward. After three long days of patrol, Glorfindel was desperate to ride his trusted steed back to Imladris. Yet, this time, there was something different, something special about the journey home.

Upon arrival, Glorfindel wasted no time issuing orders for the patrol to disperse before heading to report to Lord Elrond of Imladris. His golden armor shimmered brilliantly under the sun, and as he approached, a familiar sight caught his eye—a tall gray hat. In an instant, he recognized Gandalf, the Gray Wizard. But it was not Gandalf who made his heart skip a beat.

Eru, was he hallucinating?

His heart thundered in his chest, loud enough that even the sixth Istari, the enigmatic figure conversing calmly with Lord Elrond, might have noticed.

You were different.

But you were unmistakably you.

The one who made him hope for the halls of Mandos once more.

You were unlike any other Istari—no flowing, aged robes or dwarven-like beard. You seemed... human, more so than the last time he saw you. But he recognized you immediately.

You noticed him too. Your eyes met his, and a small smile played at the corner of your lips. Your movements were quiet and deliberate, but in a blink, you stood before him.

"Glorfindel," you greeted softly, your voice warm and familiar.

He swallowed hard, his usual composure faltering. He stammered, trying to form words, but you spoke first.

"It's been a while, Laurëfindil."

Eru, he was about to faint.

His cheeks burned, and the sound of your voice made him feel like a young elf again, inexperienced and hopelessly infatuated.

"Y-Yes," was all he managed to say.

You leaned closer, your breath brushing his ear as you whispered, "I’ll come to you tonight."

"Will you—will you really?" he asked, breathless.

You didn’t answer, only smiled before leaving him standing there, flushed and dumbstruck, under the curious gazes of Lord Elrond and the twins. Embarrassment surged through him, and he quickly excused himself, retreating with all the speed he could muster.

In the solitude of his chambers, he found himself scrubbing fervently in the bath, as if preparing for a sacred rite. The thought of you made the tips of his ears redden beneath his golden hair.

When evening fell, he caught glimpses of you from across the dining hall, though no chance to speak arose. It wasn’t until he returned to his quarters and heard the soft knock—knock, knock—that his heart leapt.

You had arrived.

Was he presentable enough?

Glorfindel barely realized how flustered he was as he opened the door. Before he knew it, he had thrown himself into your arms. He couldn’t recall the moment he surrendered to the strength of your embrace, but he knew he had longed for it, for you, deeply and fervently.

"Eru, you’re still as endearing as ever," you murmured, your lips curving into a gentle smile as you pressed your nose to his golden hair, planting a tender kiss there as though it were a treasure.

"I-I missed you. I’ve waited for the day I could return to Valinor—for you," he whispered, nuzzling against your chest. The door behind him clicked shut as if sealing him away with you, in your world.

His lashes fluttered closed as he rested in your arms. He would give himself to you entirely.

You laughed softly, holding him securely. Your strength, the firmness of your embrace, stirred thoughts in him that were unbecoming of an elf of his stature—thoughts he dared not voice but could not banish.

Who would have guessed you could reduce him to feeling like an inexperienced youth once more?

You led him to the bed, yet nothing untoward passed between you—not yet.

The night was spent in quiet conversation, sharing tales of the centuries that had kept you apart. He lay against your chest as though it were the most natural thing in the world. His bright eyes gleamed with warmth, his golden hair cascading like a waterfall over your shoulder.

Your gaze, unwavering and fond, made his lips curl into a shy, innocent smile. Yet Eru, even as he basked in your presence, his mind betrayed him with images unfit for an elf.

He imagined how it would feel to have your arms wrap around him, holding him as he lay beneath you, waiting for the heat of your touch to fill the void within him.

The thought made him flush deeply, his ears burning crimson. He swallowed hard, wondering what it would feel like to have your hands, your fingers exploring the places he had kept sacred.

He had never experienced such things.

But he wanted to.

And you would be the only one he would ever give himself to.

Glorfindel sat atop your chest, his hips tilting back to press into the friction between your hand and his lower body.

His pants had vanished, leaving only a loose, silky long-sleeved shirt that hung just to his thighs. His lashes fluttered closed.

His lips pressed together as if to stifle any embarrassing sounds from escaping-sounds that might disturb the neighbors. After all, elves have excellent hearing.

You can see his blunt cheeks when you tease him with a juicy finger. Who knows how well he responds to your finger when it stretches through his butt.

Glorfindel's , stingy, hard nipples, rancid under his slippery fabric with your chest and grip your hair tightly, surging you down to catch his poor lips.

Your mouth is like his paradise. Your touch circling him makes him tremble like a bullied rabbit.

Your finger acts excellently. It bothers and causes his thought to fade and think of the acacia of how deep your finger gets into him. His wall strangles around your finger, tightening every time his finger presses around.

You just teased him. Press your finger in his butt while your mouth occupies his cavity.

He was extremely obsessed, almost unconscious. Until — "Ahh!"

His sweet moan survived the longing kiss. His butt is crushed towards you like a rabbit that has been raised by his master.

You find his sensitive sweet kiss easily. His wall nibble to get your finger to touch like this, raging in.

He fussed out the clams, moaning together with a hug around your neck, like finding a mosquito in the midst of this distraction.

He wants to know what it will be like if what's in him is not your finger. But your thick chicken bar that makes you dream.

His slippery long-sleeved shirt was skinned up until he saw the stiff, rancid nipples that twitched to your touch.

His chicken betrayed him by sharpening the pearl colored liquid. The steep hill plows on your belly and demands your muscles to work.

Now he is so beautiful and seductive that you can almost stop breathing.

His hands are sandwiched to the side of your cheek. His red pointed ear twitch His face was hot and his white body turned red like a plum.

He brings you near his bird for you to drink a beautiful pink candy on the top of his chest. Your other hand will not let him have to freeze when it pumps his cock until now. Glorffin is almost liquid as a jelly on his body.

Your fingers, your hands, your mouth, pamper him like a shift will make him exhausted until tomorrow's ridge.

"Hng! Don't-Don't stop"

He is fully outside. He is now yours

"Don't hold back my beautiful voice. Let them hear who my golden flower belongs to, Laurenfindel"

His eyes wide open. His walls fasten around your fingers, holding your fingers in him when everything is raging, wandering at him. Until his tens of thousands of years of innocence is lost with your hands.

"I-hngggg, I'm done (your name)! Ah-ahhh!"

His pearl colored water shed on your hands. His belly was blurred by his curls and he made a beautiful moan at his ear, until it was almost impossible to stop.

You kissed his forehead and rubbed his cheeks lightly. His golden hair group looks messy. No. — He looks messy on your chest.

"So beautiful, my flower"

You compliment him and withdraw your finger from his butt. Then gently massage at his beautiful soft entrance.

He fell down and tucked his face on your bouncing stall. His body is not shaking. And his chest rises and falls heavily from trying to breathe.

He is liquid on your body. He is yours.

During your thoughts, the floating mule can sense his mischievous hands. His beautiful blue eyes, like the spoon, look at you lustfully, but they hide it with a glow.

Glorfindel's magefully lips will speak with a hoarse voice from this blissful activity.

"Can I give you some flavor?"

After tonight, the elves in Imladris look at Lord Glorfindel and you with strange eyes.

dividers ➵ @chachachannah @anitalenia @cafekitsune

[glykerniaz]

CAUTION TAPE | trigger warning 002.

( requested by → @shionancientsblog )

ok … not gonna lie, this colour set is so fire. I’m vibing with this rn. the dark moody tones always get me ahhh 🤍

type ( warning ) : 001 / 002 / 003 / 004 / 005

type ( dark content ) : 001 / 002

type ( trigger ) : 001 / 002 / 003

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