#·⊰ ꒰🌹꒱ 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭 ៸៸ manwë ─ ♡.

[dirty-ainur-confessions]

Who of the Valar could have a breeding kink? How would they go about it, when introducing the reader (their beloved) to it?

♡. melkor

it seems from his obsession with wanting to create life. it's something that you'd notice after the numerous times that he's filled you up and it would be in your best interest to bring it up. once you do, he'd be shameless about it. and once he's certain you're into it, oh boy. he's favourite thing in the world is to fuck you for hours, having you full and dripping with him before he slips a toy in so that his 'seed isn't wasted.' he tells you how pretty you are when you're just begging to be stuffed full, how gorgeous you are pleading for him to breed you

♡. manwë

as a vala with avian traits, this kink would come about due to the fact that he falls into heats. as his first heat with you approached, he would inform you of it and give you the option to stray away from him until the week is over. if you refuse, well, get ready. manwë in heat is ravenous, desperate. he fucks you like, well, a creature in heat. relentlessly pounding you into the sheets even whilst the both of you release for the umpteenth time. pulling and caging you in multiple positions. fucking you in front of a mirror so that you see how eagerly you take his seed. ( with pre consent ) you'll wake up hours after having fallen asleep to his cock parting your walls as he holds you against him. making sure to fuck another load into you, telling you what a good little darling you are for him, so prettily taking his seed

♡. oromë

he assumes that this kink somehow extended from his more prominent one: predator/prey. just the thought of forcing you against the forest floor and fucking you like an animal in heat has him embarrassingly hard. he'd bring it up to you, wishing to try it out during one of your next 'chases'. you agree and let's just say that it might have been the fastest oromë has ever caught you. he shoves you into the ground or a tree, already rutting into you as though he had no self control. he tells you how he's going to breed you thoroughly. stuff you full, right here, right now. and it is exactly what he does. fucking you within the forests so that your pretty moans echo. all while begging for his seed, begging for him fully claim you. oh, he simply goes wild with the amount of times he's seen his essence travel down your pretty thighs

[dirty-ainur-confessions]

as an eagle, Manwë is a bird of prey. I'm sure he loves to hunt his partner. . .

particularly during his heats. one might think that it is a kink he rarely indulges in, but during a time when his senses are flaring and all he can think about is fucking you into the very mattress, manwë finds that he is unable to control himself. especially around you, his darling mate. 

he'll try to remain calm. to carry out his serene demeanour. but when he catches a whiff of your intoxicating scent he can hold back no longer. leaving his room in haste and making a beeline for wherever you were. in the gardens of ilmarin, so unsuspecting of your lover that would soon find himself flushing against you. trapping you against the pillar, whispering to your ear about how much he needs you. 

it was the perfect opportunity to bring up the idea you both discussed, and the king was happy to agree. allowing you to scamper off whilst he bit back his need and the urge to force you down against the marble floors already. the hunt wouldn't last too long, but he'd certainly have your heart pounding. as he stalks for you as a bird of prey would. 

and just when you least expect it; his beady, slit-pupil eyes would loom over you. his hand's around your throat and he's pressing you against the nearest piece of furniture he can manage. rutting against you like a depraved animal.

"I cannot take it anymore, little dove.'' manwë groans, barely able to halt the way his hips roll against yours. grinding his already-hardened cock against the softness of your flesh. panting against your ear, feeling you up with his large, gentle hands. 

he wouldn't even care where the two of you are. be it out in the open or in a private room, manwë cannot stop himself from shoving your robes up and doing whatever he can to prep you for what is to come. and once he's in? he won't stop until he knows he's bred you to his liking. filling you up, marking you as his. grunting, groaning against your ear as his hips slap against the back of your thighs. holding you in a prone-bone position so that he can feel the entirety of your body against his. feel your cries and gasps as you cum all over his cock again and again.

"fuck, do you feel that princess? feel how well you take me?" he shudders, filling you up once more as his larger form trembles with yours. still, he refuses to stop. "that's it, darling. let me breed you until you're nice and full of me. . .''

[dirty-ainur-confessions]

Manwë has a size kink. That’s it. What do you think?

oh he absolutely does. I typically range manwë from 8 - 9ft in my characterisations of him and honestly? no one can tell me that he doesn't,

he's so kind, so so kind. kind enough to let you ride him and watch as you struggle, whine and whimper to hold a good pace. as you cry for him to help you out, to flip the two of you over so that he can take lead instead — even if it means him folding you in half and fucking you into the mattress.

manwë is the kind of lover that lives to pleasure you and is more of a giver than a receiver. when you're beneath him he adores watching how your face scrunches up and how you gasp and lose your breath for him as he enters you inch by agonising inch. how you whimper and tell him that it can't fit but oh he always finds a way. and he'll lean down to whisper into your ear — “not to worry, my little dove. we'll make it fit.”

if he can bend you in any which way imaginable, he's content. another one of his favourite positions is most likely some form of prone-boning. he adores just how petite you are compared to him.

[dirty-ainur-confessions]

Whenever I think of Manwë or Námo or Irmo, I just get all moan-y and turned on. I think I have a type *cough* Ainur *cough*.

oh love, absolute same. I have no idea what makes them so attractive to me but I am absolutely feral for these three valar on particular — especially manwë and námo. there's just something about them. imagine a foursome with those three, I'm. . .