#I bet Celegorm lost a bet

[starsofarda]

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It's the Christmas sw-

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This is amazing.

Eldest brothers having a well deserved break from all their siblings

(Maglor and Turgon are having an awful time. Specially Turgon).

My "Most likely to end up naked for no reason" ranking for the Finweans is Celegorm -> Finrod -> Aredhel

(posting this at 5am because something failed and I just noticed I never posted it)

[corsairspade]

Sitting here thinking about Celegorm being Oromë’s favourite and what the means beyond being gifted a hound by the Valar of the hunt himself.

Imagine, if you will, pre-darkening Celegorm who always wins dice games, who never draws the short straw, and when it comes to bets, always seems to come out on top— to the point where Celegorm is the person who always holds the pot when it comes to bets, because he always wins otherwise.

Imagine now, in Beleriand, this habit not changing. “Tell Tyelko I’m putting 20 on Fingon’s seneschal proposing to that girl of his in four years”, “Tell Celegorm that I despise him and never want to see him again— and also that I’m doubling down on my bet on the outcome of Caranthir meeting a Man for the first time.”

Imagine, oath ridden, downward spiralling Celegorm jokingly agreeing to roll dice to bet on something minor— guard shifts, or who has to tell Curufin that another sword has been broken—

And losing the bet. 

Celegorm who always is lucky, who always holds the pot… doesn’t know when he lost that favour. 

Imagine a Celegorm slowly losing the boons bestowed upon him by a Valar who he dedicated himself to, who taught him to speak the language of birds and beasts and gave him his craft.

Imagine a Celegorm who watches Huan leave and thinks it an inevitability, because he has been losing losing parts of himself, ever since he stepped off the shores of Valinor.

Celegorm who leaves behind a collection of bows and pelts and one hand-bound, weathered book, filled with the bets that are never going to be fulfilled.

[doodle-pops]

Modern AU: Brother's Best Friend

Headcanons: Maedhros, Celegorm, Fingon, Angrod, Egalmoth, Beleg

A/N: Back with my Modern AU headcanons, I decided to switch it up for a change today. They're quite long since I did both headcanons and fic for more content. Enjoy!!

Warnings: fembod, exhibitionism, cunnilingus (face sitting and from behind), vaginal penetration, fingering

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Maedhros

He’s always softer and protective around you and even scolds your brother for being too harsh. You can count on him to be at your beck and call whenever something is off, and you require assistance.

Quick to compliment your outfits and throw a secretive wink. His eyes are always on your figure whenever you're walking around the house. Your brother could be chatting his head off and his eyes are on you (he’s using his handsome looks to benefit him).

Wards off all suitors and would even threaten a few to ensure that no one else but him can have you. This means that whenever your brother is asleep in the next room at night, you can bet he’s already slithered into your room to have his filthy way with you.

He’s ruthless and a menace about it. Part of you would think that he doesn’t care whether your brother caught him or not, but it was just the thrill of having consecutive rendezvous.

The loud thuds of the bedhead knocking against the wall alerted you of the volume and aggression he was pounding into you, though, it appeared that Maedhros had no care in the world. He was lost in your heat and all that mattered was you cumming around his cock and him filling you up.

Sweaty skin rubbed against one another, and your hands were fighting to catch a firm grip on his arms while his hips expertly twisted and angled themselves to aim for that one spot right off the bat. While his mouth had covered yours to swallow your moans, he was still sinfully wicked to force them out.  “M-Mae…please…ngghh—”

The wicked gleam in his eyes as he broke the kiss and pulled away to lift your right leg and hook it over his shoulder urged a squeak to follow. He was relentless as his hips continuously worked their way against yours. Every touch had your body on fire. “You don’t sound like you want me to stop princess? Do you hear that? Listen…”

Forcing yourself to listen to want he wanted you to hear, you gasp at the lewd sounds of your cunt squelching as his cock drove deeper and deeper. You wanted to look down to where you were both connected, but the harsh thrust he sent your way made you bury your face into the pillow. Your brother had to be drunk or sick to not hear a single sound emitting from your room, even the knocking of the bedhead.

“Fuck Mae! I’m s-so close—”

Leaning into your neck to kiss your pulse, he gave a little nibble before steadying his hips once he felt the tightness around him increasing. “Go ahead princess, cum all over my cock. Show me just how filthy my friend’s little sister is…”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Celegorm

He looks like a fuckboy and acts like he’s the biggest and best out of them all, but it’s all a façade. Deep down, he simply tags along with the latest gossip about him so long as it isn’t ruining the reputation of Mr Popular.

As your brother’s bestie, he’s always over and doesn’t know how to be subtle about anything he says or does. If you’re wearing something revealing, he’s biting his lip or raking his eyes from head to toe, and in return, he’ll walk around shirtless to capture your attention.

Compliments roll off his tongue and nicknames are attached to them. Whether it be ‘princess’, ‘dollface’, ‘babygirl’, kitten’, or ‘vixen’, those are his names for you alone. No one had the privilege to use them; only he can shamelessly flirt with you.

Loves to act like the big bad wolf or fake boyfriend so you can come running to him, proving to your brother that he can trust and protect you. He really does that to corrupt you to end up as his plaything until you submit.

“What’s the matter kitten, cat got your tongue? What happened to all that noise you were making earlier?” His sickeningly patronising grin was hidden from your line of sight as he pressed you against the wall in the corridor of your house and buried his face between your legs.

Taking his large hands, he parted your thighs and spread your ass apart so his tongue could reach your puss better and have a taste. The vicious swirls of his tongue against your clit once his tongue came in contact with your sensitive bud forced a squeak from your lips. Not once did Celegorm cease his actions despite your brother and the rest of his friends lounging downstairs. If they heard, then so be it. Right now, he was having dessert.

Nipping and circling your clit with his teeth and tongue, he enjoyed the squeaks and squelches emanating from you with each ministration. Wanting to dive deeper, he pressed you into the wall and arched your back so your ass would meet his face and his tongue would slip into your slit. The sound of slick being slurped by him shamelessly ricocheted throughout the upper floor and prompted you to push against and away from him. “Relax dollface, no one is going to interrupt us,” his voice muffled by your pussy as a slap came down on your ass to silence your whines. “Enjoy what I’m giving you.”

Panting like you were in labour, your nails scraped the paint off the wall from the palpability of his actions. He was relentless and showed no signs of stopping until you came upon his face, even if it was in the open corridor. Feeling the languid rolls and thrusts of his tongue, your eyes rolled back, and your body began convulsing.

“That’s it princess, cum all over my face. Show me just how sweet your pussy is.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Fingon

Your brother trusts him so much that not even for a second he would suspect that his best friend had already locked his eyes on his little sister. All the sweet interactions between you and Fingon before your brother’s eyes were all a candy show.

In secrecy and right before his eyes, Fingon was staking his claim on you from the simple gestures of brushing your hair out the way, complementing your outfit or racking his eyes up and down your figure when you wear a little too-revealing dress.

For your brother’s sake of fearing when other people approach you, Fingon would pretend to be your boyfriend and when your brother’s back was turned, he’d have you all to himself.

It’s all a part of fulfilling his role and duty as your boyfriend. Smug, seductive and highly secretive, it’s more your brother being blind to the obvious actions of his best friend fucking you right in the kitchen while he’s playing games.

“Shush, princess. Not so loud now. You don’t want your dear old brother to catch us? What would he say about you getting fucked by his best friend?” his voice was beyond stable for someone drilling into you rapidly. Even the stable mocking tone he displayed made your walls clenched around his cock causing him to hiss.

The faint sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the kitchen and faintly in the living room while it reverberated loudly in the pantry you were cooped up in. The straps of your top were rolled down your shoulder, shorts off and panties pushed to the side with one leg hooked on his hip. Your fingers were fighting to catch a good grip with the way his hips were battering against yours. “F-Finno…slowly down…too much, ngghh—” Your words were cut off by a squeak when he pinched your clit.

“Too much? Oh no princess, this is more than enough. It’s what you wanted, craved—walking around in those shorts and expecting that I wouldn’t scold you…” His voice trailed off when he decided to look down and notice you creaming all over him. “So fucking innocent aren’t you? Look at the mess you made sweetheart…all for me,” he cooed in your ear before giving it a nibble and dropping to your neck.

Digging your nails into his shirt and tugging him closer as the heat and pressure grew, your body began trembling from the high levels of sensation and thrill of being caught. Any moment now, your brother would come looking for you and Fingon. “Fin-…Finno, close, close…please…”

“Go ahead princess, give it all to me.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Angrod

With his stern and stoic appearance, you were afraid to approach him at first since he barely spoke to you at all, but you were wrong. The way he looked at you whenever you entered the room told a different story.

He came off as a tsundere at first, always grumbling and keeping his distance, but that was just a façade to show your brother that he was serious about the bro code—not that he cared about it at all.

Any chance he had with you alone, he would strike to corner you against some surface and lock lips or run his hands up and down your body, marvelling at your figure. Whispering about how he wants you terribly and what he’ll do to you.

Your brother trusts him so much with your safety that he doesn’t realise that he’s giving Angrod exactly the time he wants to have you all to himself, and he must thank your brother for that.

Windows foggy despite the tinted glass, bare legs wrapped around an aggressive waistline and hands struggling to grip some surface, you and Angrod were trapped in the backseat of his car. His lips were attached to yours, sucking the life out of you while his hips pumped vigorously into yours. No matter how much you attempted to catch your breath, he knocked it out of your chest.

“An-…Angrod…fuck! Oh my god!” you whined against his lips as he broke the kiss to stare into the darkness between you both at his cock sliding in and out of your cunt. The lewd sounds of sweaty skins slapping against each other and the slickness of his cock pumping into your cunt traversed the car.

“I seriously…ngghh, need to thank your brother for this…opportunity. Couldn’t have done it without him,” he groaned and breathed against your neck when your walls clamped down on him. The feel of your gummy walls around his cock was divine after all those months of waiting. “I’ll have to send him a gift; his little sister is not so innocent anymore…huh?”

Widening your eyes at the suggestion, your legs naturally tightened around his waist for him to finish inside you and return to your brother. The thrill of being claimed by his best friend was exhilarating, and you didn’t want for this to be the only occurrence. Nodding your head with glossy eyes, you whined and begged him, “P-Please, Angrod…fill me up, ruin me! P-…Please!”

Loving the teary look in your eyes, he couldn’t be more pleased to comply with his princess's wishes. “Anything you ask for princess.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Egalmoth

He will outrightly flirt with you before your brother’s eyes but in a more subtle manner to not make things awkward or to break the bro code. In private when your brother isn’t there, he’ll lay all the sexual innuendos while cornering you.

His eyes are always dark and glossy whenever he’s staring at you and if anyone ever noticed him, they would understand the meaning of his gaze. Egalmoth has no shame in eye-fucking you as you stand before him and ask if he likes your outfit.

Always biting or licking his lips whenever he’s speaking with you (that is when no one’s around) or making some serious sexual eye contact. You could feel his desire to fuck you every time he’s around you.

It’s awfully easy for Egalmoth to have his way with you, even when your brother is around because he’s just smooth and naturally mysterious with his actions. The both of you could be sitting beside each other and your brother wouldn’t have a clue.

The images on the screen were bright but blurred with the vigorous motion of two fingers pumping in and out of your cunt at a steady pace. Given the dark settings of the room and the blanket that covered both you and Egalmoth—since the cold air conditioner was the excuse—your bother was oblivious to Egalmoth fucking you under the covering. All your attempts at stifling your moans were vanishing the faster his fingers worked.

“Eg-…Egalmoth…ughh…” you moaned into his neck while his lips were by your ear whispering intense levels of filth.

“Are you cum all over my fingers pretty girl, huh? Right in front of your brother? I thought you were innocent babygirl?” he taunted while nibbling on your earlobe. His fingers in accordance dug deeper and curled against your soft spot, earning him a sharp pain to his biceps. Your nails were clawing into his bare arm and leaving moon crescents. “You look so pretty when you when you cry like that.”

Breathlessly wheezing, you pushed your face into his neck deeper and clung to him while cutting your clueless brother a look from the corner of your eye. His eyes were still glued to the show which meant that Egalmoth wasn’t letting up. “He’ll catch us…hurry up…ngghh.”

Pulling his fingers out and laughing at your whines, he pushed three in this time and immediately went after your soft spot. Curling and pressing against your gummy walls and relishing in its softness, he groaned into your ear, “After you’ve cum all over my fingers princess, you’re cum on my cock later, hmm? But you gotta cum for me first baby…”

Thrusting your hips upwards as he rocked his fingers, the coil and pressure grew instantaneously, and came all over his fingers. A loud squelch echoed when he withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips to have a taste. Maintaining eye contact as he did so when he was finished, he leaned over to land a chaste kiss on your lips and whispered, “You taste good, but I want more.”

‧���˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Beleg

No one would ever suspect he was already fucking you behind your brother’s back. Not the sweet, friendly and charming boy who was friends with everyone and all the animals loved. Not the sweet boy would do voluntary work at the community centre.

Beleg was the last person anyone would assume to be visiting you, when he was away at college behind your brother’s back, to spend some quality time with his princess. He would make the extra effort to make the trip to spend a few hours and then vanish.

Always complimenting, in private, how beautiful you looked in your outfit and getting filthier with he was fucking you. Making sure that you understood just how much he wanted to let everyone know you were a spectacle in your outfit.

He uses friendly flirtations to get away with having your all to himself when your brother wasn’t looking. Whether it be in your house or away at college, Beleg was making it his business to see his favourite babygirl.

“You know, you can make all the nose you want, right princess? Your brother’s fast asleep, he can’t hear us.” His puppy eyes flashed up at you while you sat without your underwear, on his chest. He was attempting to have you sit on his face since it was the first time in months he was seeing you, and you were fucking without your brother hovering (though he was sleeping next door). “Come have a seat love, I missed you.”

From rubbing your thighs with his thumbs, his hands gripped them with eagerness and dragged you forward to drop into his mouth. The minute you sat on his face; you squealed once his tongue wasted no time to reach out a lick a bold stripe. Twisting and flicking your clit, his lips formed a suction to suckle your clit while his fingers dug into your flesh and left prints.

Beleg was lost in paradise between your legs without a care in the world knowing that your brother was miles away and he had you all to himself. Every cry and moan you made, he devoured and dipped his tongue to push it past your folds. Hardening his tongue and thrusting it enthusiastically in and out, he groaned as your fingers entangled in his silvery strands and tugged. “Hmm, you’re so damn perfect every time I have you, but today…you’re even better…come on princess, be louder. Cum all over my face!”

“B-…Beleg, fuck! You feel so good!” you cried out as his hands urged your hips to rock against his mouth. You could see the gloss smeared on his nose and cheeks from the light, but Beleg didn’t seem to care. He was pleased to be between your legs and basking in paradise as he longed for. It irritated him that your brother was home, and he couldn’t behave as freely as desired, but he’ll make the moment worth it. Being away at college and not having you around was hellish.

“That's it, princess, just like that, you’re so close. You taste so good on my tongue,” he groaned before pressing his tongue against your clit for a languid flick.

Choking on a muffled sob, you had forgotten about keeping tabs on the door to ensure it wasn’t opened and tossed your head backwards. Your body was easily consumed in convulsed once the coil had snapped and released at the built-up pressure and frustration of missing Beleg. On his end, he had refused to let you escape his grip, pushing you into overstimulation all to have a taste.

“Let’s see if you can be a little louder, hmm? Round two.”

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[elevenelvenswords]

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern.

Tagged by the lovely @fraeuleinfriedhof, thank you so much! :D

Glory of the sorrow (Maedhros/Fingon) Explicit

The wind was merciless and ice-cold when they arrived in Hithlum.

2. The tribulations and trivialities of fatherhood (Curufin, Celegorm & Celebrimbor) Ficlet

The soft glow of Laurelin's fading light poured through the stained glass window.

3. I bet on losing dogs (Celegorm/Orome) Rated T

The night seemed quiet to Celegorm.

4. Of doves, letters and darker things (Curufin/Finrod) Explicit

The torches burned low when Curufin strode into Nargothrond’s throne room.

5. Everything that you are, Everything that you're not (Maedhros) Character study

The usual silence of Himring’s halls was broken by the clinking sound of boots pressed against marble.

6. Beyond the Pale (Celegorm/Celebrimbor) Explicit

Nargothrond grew quiet in the absence of its king.

7. Take a chance (Melkor/Mairon) Explicit

“Another one?”

Mairon turned his head to see Thuringwethil scowling at Gothmog, who merrily brought yet another pint filled to the brim with ale.

8. Unbridled sword and passion (Melkor/Mairon) Explicit

Dark clouds stretched across the horizon in the storm’s wake.

9. Stutter (Celebrimbor/Maeglin, Celebrimbor/Annatar) Character study

It was dark. That’s the first thing he could remember when he looked back on that dreadful night.

10. Inside Out (Melkor/Mairon) Explicit

 "W-wait, my lord!" he croaked, his voice no more than a labored whimper that lost itself in the vast halls.

Inviting @gardensofthemoon, @curufiin, @saintstars, @polutrope, @crackinthecup, @swanmaids, @swanhild, @meadowlarkx, @cilil and @thegreatstrongbow to do this as well <3

[peasant-player]

I love everything about this post!!

I had a own Head Canon of finwe having the wildest apologize or reasons to need to wisk away a grandchild. He is that kind of grandpa that comes babysitting unprompted.

Fëanor, Fingolfin, and Finarfin loved all their nephews and nieces I take no argument. They showed it in different ways, but there were never any malicious thoughts towards them.

Any competition they had was between each other (though Finarfin was very much youngest sibling literally cba to deal with his older brothers.)

Fëanor: Always has too much food, used to his kids bringing over their respective favourite cousin for a meal because they were out playing too late and he’s not exactly going to send a child home hungry. As they got older it was because they’d been out and this was the closest place to disappear away to and crash. He’s used to seeing various kids sprawled across the carpet in the living room, waking up with headaches and groans. He’ll never admit it, but he finds it hilarious and enjoys seeing the children happy. If his brothers ask? ‘What do you mean they were out, I’ve had your children here with me all night.’

Fingolfin: One day I’ll stop linking this post but I really like how it turned out so you get to see it again! Fingolfin happily lets them traverse his house, go through his belongings. He’s very much a partner in crime, helping them sneak around, acting as lookout. Pretending not to see a majority of sweet pasties disappear overnight. He lives closest to the busy parts of the city, so it’s not unusual for the kids to get ready at his house if they’re going out anywhere or even preparing for Court. Most of the kids have their own shared room, and they’re full to the brim of everyone’s clothes, jewellery, shoes. Essentially a whole wardrobe. It gets messy, but he loves seeing his house full of life. Even if he could do without the mess Tyeko and Iressë bring in… and the various musicals at 3am. ‘You know we never tire of having you here… but perhaps you could tone down the partying? Just a little?’ He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Finarfin: My guy ofc has his house by the sea which like Fingolfin’s, has many many rooms full to the brim with clothes and jewellery. It’s essentially a home away from home for his niece and nephews, they don’t have to pack because everything’s already there. As youngest uncle and closest in age, he’ll just so happen to tell the kids where to have fun. He had the least pressure on him growing up and knows the best places in Tirion and Alqualondë. Going to Finarfin’s is like going on holiday, he’ll back them up and make sure they can do what they want without worrying about their reputations as princes and princesses. ‘The kids are far too stressed and don’t get to come here often, brothers. Let them have their fun. I’ll take care of them.’

Bonus!

Finwë: The mastermind. The accomplice. The alibi. He has a wild side to him born in Cuivienen and honed over the Great Journey. Court life is too stuffy even for him sometimes, let alone his grandchildren. He’s the one telling them all the wild things he got up to in his youth with a wink at the end subtly telling them how to do things their parents definitely would not approve of. High King Finwë would never! High King Finwë definitely would, and he’s making sure his grandkids get the experience too. He’s the one who gets the parents to leave for weeks at a time and his grandchildren have the time of their lives. ‘My sons, you worry too much! Don’t you trust your father?’

[dlatl98]

Again, quantity is everything.

I once complained about Tolkien writing Aredhel as a tangled mess of settings rather than a character. At that time, I grumbled that Aredhel's choices were incomprehensible, but upon looking back, I realized that it would have been understandable and very fun if he had given her a little more time and drawn a line connecting the dots instead of throwing them out as dots, so I was a little dissatisfied again. Aredhel following Turgon doesn't fit the setting described so far, but if Tolkien had written that Aredhel was very worried about her young niece who had lost her mother, so she decided to follow her, or that Turgon, who couldn't think of a way to separate Idril and Aredhel, dragged Aredhel along half-forcefully, who kept asking where she was going, it would have been immediately understandable. It would have been nice to have shown just one line that Aredhel really liked children, or that she didn't really like them, but as the only aunt in the family, she decided to take responsibility for her niece until she grew up. And I'll bet 10 won that Aredhel liked children. Come to think of it, Celegorm was around the same age as Aredhel, but Curufin was likely a younger sibling when they were together. If someone tolerates a younger sibling that their friend carries around to play with, then it's possible that they like children. On the other hand, there's no description of Fingon tolerating Maglor or Ambarussa. On the other hand, considering Maedhros's situation where he had to carry his younger siblings around as the eldest son, if Fingon liked children, Maedhros and Fingon would have met while carrying children. After all, it's likely that Fingon doesn't like children.

And Aredhel didn't suddenly go to meet his half-cousins, who weren't his real siblings, out of frustration for no reason (or maybe he just exploded from holding back), but when his niece was all grown up and stable, he went to enlist in the front lines because his work in Gondolin was over. Maedhros' march with Celegorm and others was the most dangerous front line. It is not the choice of a person to hide in a hidden city of his own free will. I got lost and went in, but I also wander around Nan Elmoth diligently. And there I meet Eol. And if I use my imagination again… Eöl fell in love with Aredhel, and Aredhel fell in love with the baby Eöl was raising alone at first sight. Aredhel and Maeglin look alike? Eöl's taste in women is Aredhel, so Maeglin's biological mother may have looked like Aredhel. So they get married, and Maeglin grows up believing that Aredhel is her birth mother. When it becomes clear that Maeglin dreams of a wider world, she escapes again, this time holding the child's hand. She thinks of Idril's hand that she couldn't hold at that time, and that she just waved goodbye. She tells her brother only the most important things. Maeglin is her son. And although she is not a very gentle person throughout the story, if you look at it, she steals someone else's son, so she defends Eöl, and the poison spreads and she dies.

And gaslighting doesn't always start out as oppressive. It's gentle at first, and there are many ways in which it says it needs your help, so it can be more difficult to let down its guard and turn back. It may have begun when Eol praised Aredhel's courage and asked her to help him. Considering Tolkien's tendency to favor lineage, it is likely that Maeglin is Aredhel's biological son. Still, it's fun to imagine. It would have been easier if Tolkien had just spent a single sentence describing the character. And the decision to save that sentence…

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

I love this. Also, I have a headcanon that Maglor and Maedhros also make bets on their little siblings. In Beleriand, it's things like "which brother will have to be removed from council for shouting first."

But it started with Caranthir's birth, and his hair color.

Maglor bet that it would be a New Color for their family - after all, he, Maedhros and Celegorm all had different hair colors! Maedhros understood inheritance a little better and bet on red, like Nerdanel, assuming that it would circle back around after having two hair colors from Feanor's side.

Feanor and Nerdanel were a bit busy to notice, but in the week after Caranthir's birth, Maedhros cleaned Maglor's room and Maglor cleaned Maedhros's, because they both lost the bet.

I don’t remember who exactly hypothesized that Maglor has brown hair and Caranthir the real black hair of the family, BUTTT I do want to thank them because!! Imagine you’re little Celegorm and you’re three years old, and your eldest brother has red hair, your second brother has brown hair, and you have silver hair, and your mother is now pregnant with the fourth kid, who………

….turns out to have black hair. Which- boring, fine, but the kid seems to be a boring one so at least it’s, yk, par for the course. And then your mother announces that she’s pregnant for the FIFTH time, and you’re bouncing with joy, you’re SOOO excited, you beg your mother for more info about this little kid you’re going to have soon and she tells you that she’s going to name him atarinke for his amilesse and you’re all-but-vibrating with glee at the thought that this kid is DEFINITELY not going to be boring in the same way that Caranthir is boring because if he’s going to be like FEANOR who’s the best elf EVAHHHHH that means he’s going to have different hair, maybe it’ll be purple, or blue, or green- Orome has green hair sometimes, it’s INCREDIBLY hot- and you explain all of this to Aredhel who is your FAVORITE cousin EVAHHHHH and she just looks at you and says, in that balloon-puncturing voice that she has, “kids aren’t born with green hair,” so you OBVIOUSLY make a bet with her that she’s WRONG and she laughs in your face!!! in your FACE about it and takes the bet and you go back home and you can’t cry in front of your brothers and you’d rather DIE than cry in front of your dad and your mom’s busy apparently entertaining VERY IMPORTANT GUESTS or something so you just sulk a bit and throw some knives at the trees and imagine the trunk is Aredhel’s face and then your brothers come jogging out and tell you that your mom’s given birth and she wants you to see little Atarinke and so you go and then suddenly you’re holding this little boy with the most perfect face you’ve ever seen and he’s kinda ugly and then you can’t take it anymore. You burst into tears.

Aredhel takes the bow Celegorm make for her but keeps quiet about the bet. Everyone else in the family talks a lot about how Celegorm started crying the minute he held Curufin, and they all say that it was the beginning of a long and glorious relationship between the two, and it was. But they also don’t know that Celegorm’s tears started when he realized Curufin’s eyebrows were the exact same color as Maglor’s.

[awkwardkindatries]

On the bright side, this doesn't go into too much detail, so, maybe I haven't committed that much of a sin...

Every night, Celegorm insisted on giving you a good night fuck. Every. Fucking. Night. It was fun, exhilarating, in the beginning, new relationships often are. But after the many nights of being left sore, the mornings now becoming such a chore just to crawl out of bed, all to walk around uncomfortably. You just couldn’t handle it anymore. You need a fucking break.

You had to set down some hard rules with Celegorm. You knew you couldn’t go more than once every other day before he started to become absolutely insufferable. So, he could have you only once every other day. He can’t fuck you if you had important an important event the next day. And he can not bite your ass one more than one day a week. From what you observed, Celegorm seemed to have the hardest time with that last rule.

When you had asked him to give you a bit of a break, that he had exhausted you to such a degree, there was initially pride that filled him, but when you said that you couldn’t do anything comfortably anymore and you wanted to avoid him sometimes just so he couldn’t touch you, his face fell. You knew he loved to touch you, even if it was just a small bit of skin on skin contact. Sex was the easiest way for him to express his love for you. Celegorm, begrudgingly, accepted your rules, pouting everytime your eyes met.

Sleep had been evading you for too long tonight. It was becoming the routine since you got Celegorm to calm down just a little bit. Perhaps your body was used to staying up so late. Curse your husband for his insatiable appetite.

Climbing off your bed, you threw on your robe and slide on your slippers. Another sigh left you as you began your search for your husband. He shouldn’t be out hunting, he always gave you a little heads up before he left for a hunt. Perhaps leaning on his brother’s shoulder, whispering dark plans to another. You do not know. Best bet, he is with Curufin. You decided check with him first.

You honestly felt lost in this moment. Unable to sleep, the ever present soreness between your legs, and not knowing where the love of your life is. Ultimately, what is your goal when you did find him? What did you want? Other than the company of Celegorm, what did you want? For him to fuck you, like he often whispers about into your ear, biting your neck as he trailed down to your sex? Did you want him to squeeze your ass, spanking them occasionally, before changing your position, to bare your ass before him? Do you wish for his groan as he admired your ass, groping it, watching it as his spanks made it jiggle in front of him? All that leading up to him leaning down to sink his sharp teeth into your flesh. Him licking you from your sex to the cleft of your ass. To hear him moan when you gave one of your own.

A shiver ran down your spine as these thoughts filled your mind. Yes. Yes, that is what you want. You need to find your dammed husband. Drag him by his pretty hair back to your room and make him fulfill his promise to leave you unable to walk for a good few days. You sped up your walk as you hurried towards Curufin’s home. He better be there! If not, you’ll just have to keep him tied up in your chambers lest this ever happens again.

Erest-whore

I love the idea of having to lay down ground rules with this beast man😂

[animatorweirdo]

Feanorians as horses...

Just had a thought what if feanoriasn were horses and what it’s like owning them...

Warnings; Cursing, mentions of abuse and falling off

(Quick note to tell sorry if I got something wrong about horses and how the things work in a stable.) 

Enjoy!

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- The story begins when your mom called you and asked if you would like to care for a batch of horses at your uncle's stable. She also needed someone to look after the place for a while.

- Since you loved horses and didn't have a job. You agreed and packed your stuff.

- You belonged to a large and prestigious family who owned several famous horse stables and schools.

- You weren't included much into the business since your mother and father wanted you to find your own thing, but it seems you were getting into it anyway.

- The stable was beautiful. There were wide-open land and pens, and the barn looked massive from the inside.

- Your parents also owned a house almost next to the stable, which was grand and lovely.

- It was almost unbelievable you were gonna work and live there for now.

- You were excited to meet the horses.

- Your mother, Nessa, then helped you to get started and introduced you to the place.

- One of your uncles, Manwe, had some problems and a busy schedule, so your mom and uncle, Orome, are gonna go there to help him out, which might take months or even a year.

- You will be looking after the stable and caring for a bunch of stallions called feanorians.

- She then explained they were related to the infamous racehorse Feanor.

- That gave you flashbacks, and you do recall meeting the terrifying black horse, Feanor. You were maybe five around then, but he was big and scary. He was also said to be the most prideful and meanest horse in existence. He was the best racehorse, but he was even mean to his rider.

- You never dared to go near that creature.

- You never thought; he would father seven foals thought.

- Your mom then brought you to see the feanorians; let's say you were a bit nervous.

- You were shooked when you saw them, though. There were seven each, but they were beautiful.

- There was a red giant named Maedhros. A beautiful black horse named Maglor. Another dark-colored horse Caranthir who was a bit temperamental. The only bright color of the bunch is Celegorm. Curufin, who looks like Feanor, then there's Amrod and Amras, the twin horses.

- Your mom asked if you were sure you could handle them, but you reassured her that you should be just fine.

- You do like a challenge.

- That's how you ended up as a temporal owner of the stable and care for seven stallions.

- You bonded with them and got along with... most of them.

- Now, what it's like owning them.

Maedhros

- This red giant is a total sweetheart.

- Despite his intimidating size. He's very gentle and kind.

- You pretty much fell in love with him at first sight, and you two got along wonderfully.

- The sad thing about him was that his former owner lost a bet to your malicious uncle, Melkor, and had to give Maedhros away to him.

Your uncle, Melkor, is very abusive toward horses. He owns a riding school, and all of his pupils are arrogant and mean. They were technically a bunch of orcs. And don't get started with his second-hand man Mairon, who used to work for your uncle Aule.

Melkor beats the horses to submission and shapes them into horses he wants them to be.

You don't want to imagine what he did to Maedhros, but it wasn't good at all. He technically tortured the poor red giant. There are old scars all over him, and he had poor eyesight in his left eye. Maedhros also suffered a leg injury in his front leg, which was quite sensitive. All this was thanks to your abusive uncle, Melkor.

Your uncle, Manwe, bought Maedhros when he found out about the abuse, and it was a severe loss to the financial situation.

Your family has tried to sue Melkor for the abuse, but the state didn't care enough to put him and his abusive riding school down, so he got away with it like every other time.

Maedhros was traumatized, and it took a long time for him to trust people again.

You never interacted with Melkor much since he was disowned from the family when you were born. He was weird and a bit dark. You never liked him much, but this just made you hate him.

- Maedhros was precious, and from that day forth, you swore to protect him with your life.

- His former owner got kicked out since they had a problem with gambling, and they could never join another riding school or interact with horses.

- You give Maedhros extra care in grooming him and making sure he takes his meds.

- Due to his leg injury, riding him was not recommended because it might put too much stress into his leg. Even though; it healed, he still limbed from time to time.

- Children were okay, though, so you mostly allow tiny kids to ride on his back as you walked him around the field.

- You only use soft bareback saddle pads and extra comfortable saddle blankets; to make sure he's comfortable, no saddles at all.

- He loved children and was very careful around them. He might have a soft spot for them. He never budged when they became rowdy or screamed. He had patience like a saint. You are the one that has to tell them to be more gentle with him.

- You don't ride him, but you take him out for walks, and he enjoys the peace he can get. He lets you lean on him as you two sit on the grass and enjoy the peaceful atmosphere. You gently stroke his neck as he lays his giant head on your lap. He might be a little heavy, but you don't mind at all. This gentle giant deserves all the love he can get.

- You always hug his neck and tell him he's precious whenever you bring him back to his stall before bedtime.

- If he ever hurts himself or stumbles in his steps a little. You start worrying like a mother hen.

- You technically baby him, and there's no denying it.

+1000/10 horse, your favorite precious boy, and you will fight your uncle and anyone who even thinks about lying any harm on him ever again.

Maglor

- A black beauty and another sweetheart.

- He's a beautiful black horse with striking silvery eyes.

- He's very polite and never tried to bite you. He's actually pretty silly and seems to like making you smile. He gently nudges you with his giant head when he wants some treats.

- He takes after his mother and is specialized in dressage, and he looks majestic when doing it.

- You make sure to use extra shampoo to make his mane look fabulous and always make sure his caparison is clean because he likes to wear it often. He thanks you by giving kisses to your hand. Isn't he quite a gentleman?

- He's a horse you like to ride most, and it's always a relaxing and majestic feeling.

- He's very steady, and you never feel nervous on his back. If you ever fell off his back, he most likely got startled by something, but he always comes back to make sure you were okay while looking guilty and sorry. You never get mad with him, so it was always fine.

- The fun thing with him is that he loves music, and you always need to play something before the riding. If you don't, he stomps the ground, sulking. You always give up after that and play something on your phone.

- You thought you found a musical animal friend, but the downside was that he was really picky when it comes to music.

- He loves classical music and the ones played with a harp and a flute. He doesn't like pop or rock as you do. There are some exceptions. He did approve Abba, so it was not all that bad.

- Maglor is a loving stallion and protective of Maedhros, so the two always hang together in the pens. That way, you knew they were close to each other, which made your heart flutter with adoration.

100/10 horse, you love him, he's a charming sweetheart, but you don't like having your music limited by him.

Caranthir

- To be honest, you're kinda scared of him.

- He looks a bit like Maglor. Except he has a deep shade of brown in the mix.

- He's the temperamental one and always has a grumpy look on his face.

- You were scared, but you managed to create a tiny bond with him.

- He's a picky eater, so you always have to make sure you give him the finest, quality food.

- His equipment is the most expensive one out of the seven.

- Will try to bite you if he doesn't like something.

- You carefully groom him and always make sure his stuff is clean after every riding session.

- You always try to avoid pissing him off.

- You thought you were gonna get bucked off the first time you settled on his back, but he was pretty chill when you two went a steady pace.

- He's a fine show jumping horse, and there isn't an obstacle he can't jump over.

- You heard his owner got tired of him because he always buckled them off and made them look like a fool during the shows. He also bit them often, but you think the real reason was that he hates the riding crop, and the owner was a crop user. You learned when you were carrying a crop, and he tried to bite you. Even though; you were doing just some cleaning.

- Caranthir hates Celegorm and mostly wanders alone in the pens.

- You two have a decent relationship, and he sometimes doesn't give you the attitude.

8/10 horse, not the best one, grumpy, but he's decent enough.

Celegorm

- He's a beautiful white horse with grey fadings, but his behavior is like a wild monkey.

- He has taken up to test your limits in every possible way.

- Smacks your face with his tail when you try to care for his hooves, goes play around in the dirt when you literally washed him from the previous dirt session. Plays dead, and the neighbors make you check on him, and he's laying in the farthest corner possible.

- Knows how to escape his stall and the pen and tries to steal food. You have more than twice caught him in the act by standing inside while he opens the door from the other side.

- Also escapes into the woods and waits for you to catch up to him before running off again like a fucking asshole he is.

- He's also a reason you wake up in the morning because he's trampling the garden while whining loudly enough for the neighbors to hear.

- Terrible for riding alone because he always takes a chance to buckle you off. You don't get seriously injured, but it makes you mad because you know he's doing it on purpose.

- When you get injured, though, you start ignoring him, and he becomes a crying baby while trying to get your attention. You seriously wish to punch that stupid puppy look because he knows you can't ignore him forever when he gives you that look. You forgive him, and he turns back into himself.

- It seems he doesn't mean any harm, but he still behaves like a wild monkey.

- He's lucky he's cute because he gets along with the stable dog, Huan.

- You always have Huan with you because he's the only one Celegorm will obey when he has to behave.

- Celegorm is specialized in cross-country jumping, and thank your grandfather; he's serious when it comes to competition because he then won't try to buckle you off to make you look stupid.

- Will behave if you reward him with treats for good behavior.

- You will also remember to reward Huan just for being there because you're not sure if you can tolerate the silver shithead without him.

4/10 horse, annoying, dramatic af, and the headache number one, but he's at least pretty and gets along with dogs.

Curufin

- Your number one hater.

- He looks like his late father, and it seems he inherited his personality as well, which is a prideful mean ass fucker. He's also a racehorse and a good one too.

- Snob as fuck.

- Thinks he's the boss of the stable.

- He will bite you if he doesn't get quality food. Will bite you if you groom him wrong, and he will buckle you off because he just didn't like the shirt you were wearing. He might as well bite you because you breathe the same air as him.

- The biggest criticizer and perfectionist.

- Hangs around with Celegorm and always gives you this "Judgemental" look whenever he sees you.

- You stopped riding him when he buckled you off for the tenth time in the week and allowed some other poor soul to have him.

- This was the biggest slap to your face because Curufin didn't even try buckling off the rider when you were looking and always gave you this smirk on his face. He didn't do anything to the rider when they did things he would consider wrong.

- That's when you knew he was bullying you all along. What a shithead.

- You just gave up and had the rider take care of him.

- Curufin is the only horse you complained about to your mother. You once asked if you could sell him for five dollars in e bay because he seriously isn't worth it. Your mom just laughed and told you to hold on while giving the reassuring talk.

- You thought it was gonna be fine, but not even a week after. The rider came complaining about Curufin's behavior. He kept buckling them off and acting high all mighty when you were not around. They even had some serious bite marks from all his biting.

- You just apologized and paid for the hospital bills, then assigned them to a much nicer horse.

- That night, you walked up to his stall and stared right into his soul while he looked back like nothing happened. You just, asked "Seriously?" While he just kept munching his food like he did nothing wrong.

- He obviously bullied the rider away so he can continue his bullying on you.

-00000/10 horse, you honestly hate him more than anything. He bullies you without a good reason, and it takes all your willpower not to punch him in the face. You literally assigned Maedhros as your therapy horse to maintain your sanity.

Amrod and Amras

- The two mischiefs of the stable.

- They almost look like Maedhros, but shorter and have more dark in the mane.

- They look like exact replicas, and you can't remember how many times you have mistaken the two for each other.

- They're the youngest of the seven and never separated.

- There was once an incident when there was an attempt to separate the two, but they always kept coming back for each other, so your mom then decided they're never to be separated because it's literally impossible.

- You don't hate them, but the two always kept teasing and annoying you.

- They also know how to escape and definitely didn't learn it from Celegorm.

- You can't catch one without catching the other. When you bring back one of the two and go to get the other one, the first one casually trots out when you got the other one back. And the cycle continues until you get someone to help you.

- They have also escaped during the nights, and your neighbors returned them with complaints about how they trashed their yard.

- These cheeky bastards think it's funny to steal stuff behind your back and hide them where you can't find them.

- You have even replaced the missing stuff, but then find the original ones in their stalls.

- They also like to join Celegorm in his food-stealing trips.

- Takes after their older brother, don't they?

- The good thing is that they're pretty easily distracted with toys in the pens, so that's your stress relief. They especially like playing with the giant ball, but you have to limit their use on that because they break it easily.

- Over five balls have died for their fun.

- They're excellent jumpers, but since they won't behave without the other. They're used in basic riding lessons when there are many people.

- They're pretty behaved during the lessons, so that's a relief.

- You don't like riding them alone, though. You once took the two out and rode Amras. Amrod kept nagging you, nibling you and ran around like a wild dog since you allowed him to walk free. He has also tried pushing you off once. The same thing happens if you rode him instead, and Amras is the free one.

- They're pretty annoying.

- One cute thing they did once was; that when you were busy with Maedhros, Maglor, and Curufin. They both came to your door, stomping to get your attention.

- They're young stallions, but damn, they were such babies.

5/10 horses. They're not that bad. They're kinda cute, but you wish they would stop escaping at night because you don't need complaints from the neighbors who don't like horses.

[sauroff]

hello!! just wanted to say that oh my god that modern au with racing/mafia sounds so cool????? esp with like some people being more into the mechanical side of it too! If you’d ever like to share I’m dying to hear more about it -@mai-sau

Hope you are ready for a lot of typos and badly translated headcanons, because this is going to be long. I'll put it all under the cut for everyone's sake.

I don't remember all the details about this au, since It came to me like 8 months ago, but I didn't write it down. I'll tell you what I remember, more or less. In general, since I don't know a single thing about the racing world or cars, it's a mix of sports/deluxe cars design and races. Nothing is developed and there is absolutely 0 research done. It's just like, a general idea.

When I started thinking of a modern AU, I wondered what the Silmarils should be. In this case, they are cars. Not exactly the physical thing, but the designs. Finwe is the owner of a company that produces cars, and Fëanor was into ..I don't know how the engineering branch that work with cars is called, but he is that. He designed some very cool cars, but he recieved a bit of help from Melkor while doing so, both economic (he might be wealthy here, but not as much as Melkor), as an investor, and intelectual.

This part I don't have as clear, because I'm never sure if it's too much to keep the killings on modern AUs (don't even ask about Aqualonde, I have absolutely not idea what would be the parallel), but Melkor got away with the rights to produce said cars, and that putted Finwe out of businesses. And that was the moment they decided to enter the racing world instead of producing cars.

Melkor is a very rich, shady dude who owns another car company, specialized in sport cars, as well as other business. Later, he gets into racing too. Partially because he might or might not run some ilegal betting rings, but also because he likes it, and enjoys being a pain to the finweans. I have always found races boring since it's the person with the better car (more money) the one that usually wins. It's no so much about talent of the pilot, but as the sponsors and budget he has, and his mechanical team. So I can see Melkor racing just because he can, and is basically impossible for him to lose.

I can't kill every character in a race accident, so some are forced to coexist in this AU. Like, Maedhros was a car racer/pilot, and lost his hand on a car 'accident' (it wasn't an official race, but a clandestine one that he agreed to because he was too damn prideful. A very, very bad decision. Sabotage was involved). This might have forced Fëanor to coming to terms with Fingolfin, and fusing their teams, with Fingon as the main racer from then on.

Aredhel and Celegorm are into motocross. Celegorm managed to get a very good sponsor (Oröme) and, with Curufin in the mechanic team, got a pretty decent rank.

Aredhel is a ferocious racer and, despite every intend of Turgon to get her out that world, she is a champion and a force of nature. (As much as I'm fascinated with Aredhel's canon story and how realistic it is in its depiction of an abusive relationship, Eol doesn't exist here. Sorry, Maeglin).

So, to (not really) summarize:

Finwe: Had a relatively big company which produced cars, but it went bankrupt after investing to much on the development of a new line of cars, and because of some legal troubles with a bigger (Melkor's) company.

Fëanor: Engineer. Designed most of said line of cars, and lost it all. He went too far trying to get things back legally, but Melkor obviously played dirty, and ended he up losing the family business. Then decides to start working in racing cars, with Finwe's help.

Fingolfin: Also works In racing cars, but due his differences with Fëanor, has a completely separated team. They end up joining after Meadhros' accident.

Finarfin: Being the younger son, he never got too involved in the whole family business. He might or might not have decided to become a lawyer after what happened with it, tho.

Lalwen: Motocross racer, even before all the problems started. She is the one that got Aredhel and Celegorm into it.

Mae: Car racer. After the accident, he gets a more strategic rol on the team.

Fingon: Main racer. He is good and charismatic, and with the amazing team he has behind, it's impossible for him not to bw one the best. If only he could beat Gothmog...

Celegorm: motocross racer, but he also does the pseudo rally version (enduro?). He is good and has an excellent economic and mechanic back up, but his reputation holds him back a lot. His awful personality and tendency to get into trouble doesn't allow him to be his best.

Caranthir: The one making sure they don't go bankrupt *again*.

Curufin: Mechanic, working both for Celegorm and Aredhel. He used to work with the others on the cars, but after the nolofinwean and feanorian teams joined he just left.

Maglor: I don't even need to tell you that he has absolutely nothing to do with the whole family business. He is still a singer, and doing quiet well, on a indie scale.

(I have no idea what the rest of the finweans do, I'm sorry. I'm pretty sure I had a rol for Galadriel, but I can't remember it or come up with a new one right now.)

Melkor: owner of a very big company that produces cars, and other business, some of which are definitely not legal. And engineer himself. After stealing Feanor designs, he gets even richer. But his bad business management, ilegal activities, some scandals and Finarfins obsession with legally bringing him down end up with him going to jail.

Biggest problem with this kind of AUs is the generational gaps. Like, including Celebrimbor and Sauron stories means playing around with their ages too much.

I'd say that Sauron is a genius engineer that worked for Melkor since he was 20. He had excellent ideas, but due some creative differences, half of them ended up being dismissed. He still loved the job, and was once vicepresident of the company, but ended up loosing the position after an (Lúthien) incident. After the whole business falls due some sort embezzlement, he manages to get out of it without any legal repercution (ans with some extra money that was definitely not just his salary).

So yes, I have a silvergifting continuation to this, but this is too long already

[aknelimdoogladania]

YES

Celegorm would. „No no! I was supposed to be different! Not another redhead! Give me my beautiful hair back!”

It’s truly tragic that they died so young, so much lost potential…. Even if they really took after Majtan and got their beards in second stage of life.

I saw many takes where Maedhros has grey hair (especially post-Thrangorodim) so how about it ages him so much he gets a beard?

The only other ones I can see being old enough are Maglor and Celebrimbor. I would suit them, I think. Addicional dramatic feature for Maglor and for Celebrimbor something that brings him closer to Men and Dwarfs

Just imagine this old Elf braiding beads into his beard because he is a Dwarf-friend (and also lost a bet)

There's so many Fëanorians with Finwë art, but what about their other grandpa? I have seen only 1 or 2 and at least one of those was just the redheads! This must change!

[doodle-pops]

Hii hopefully I’m not late & these are still open~! I’m back with my slightly nsfw ask lol

can I get a ranking or your thoughts on which elves, in a modern au ( elves and other still exist ), but who do you think would have an only fans, who would do full on porn videos for their more “raunchier” kinks, or maybe who’d have both one for the “hardcore/harder” kinks do porn videos am for their lighter stuff do only fans, & finally who wouldn’t do this at all. I’ve added something to this also who’s out here letting their s/o help them with their photos/videos they post ( also who’s letting s/o peg them for said video or maybe choose some nice lingerie for them 👀 )

I think I may resend this with a slightly different approach when you have the full requests open I got certain elves im dying to know more in detail :•P

Until then have a lovely day as always 💖💖

My long-awaited question!!! AHHHH. I have thought about this so much, maybe too much. Okay, I tried to see how much I could add cause I whipped out my horny brain for this lol. I hope this was to your liking for now

Only Fans:

CELEGORM - (don't think anyone would be unsurprised; he does everything)

FINGON - (heard everyone talking about it and because he has a nice body to show off)

Glorfindel - (lost a bet but later enjoyed the thrill of it.)

Finrod - (only for masturbating vids; his s/o helps with aesthetics and bkg set up)

Egalmoth - (only because he lost a bet he has an account but prefers porn vids)

Professional Pornstars

FEANOR - (one of the highest-paid and bossiest as well. Works with only the best and those into BDSM because he's kinky af; the only person who can peg him is his s/o)

Maedhros - (upcoming hottie who is storming the world with his handsomeness and perfect body. Not into the heavy BDSM kinks like daddy but that size kink *lips bite*)

CELEGORM - (he's down for anything, even if it's considered too raunchy, Celegorm is down for it. Those who worked with him complain about his cockiness; would fight you before you can peg him, dom af)

CURUFIN - (a closet BDSM freak. Classy, elegance and sophisticated freak; you will never suspect he's into the heavy stuff; you want to peg him, tie him up, but off camera)

Fingon - (lovely to work with and a sweetheart, makes friends with everyone. Loves pegging on and off camera and is down to try new stuff, just not heavy BDSM; a switch that still gravitates towards dom)

Finrod - (a ray of bigger sunshine than Fingon but with class and elegance. Into burlesque theme roleplay and loves to wear pretty lingerie. Yes, no problem being pegged on and off but prefers on camera)

ECTHELION - (another closet BDSM freak. Does not let anyone peg him except one person (guess). Only dominant roles and never subs; wants to be called daddy or master. Pleasant to work with and rich)

Glorfindel - (Collabs with Ecthelion and Egalmoth for threesomes and more. Works well with everyone minus Feanor, Celegorm and Curufin. Down for almost anything that isn't overly painful and heavy)

EGALMOTH - (freaky baby over here alert! Has a record for the craziest positions attempted (yes, he has beaten Celegorm). Has a preference for master/servant roles)

Not Into It:

Caranthir (he's probably the manager for some of them)

Maglor (music maker)

Celebrimbor (don't give the baby a heart attack)

Fingolfin (I think the pride stick is too big to try this)

Turgon (need I explain)

Finarfin (wanted to but opted out last minute)

Rog (not his cup of tea)

[arofili]

tumblr is fucking up the formatting so i’m reposting this as a text post!

@isilloth asked: 18 + Celegorm

(under the cut for nsfw!)

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18. “Watch me,” Tyelko proclaimed.

Írissë and Curvo exchanged a look. How much do you want to bet he breaks his arm? she asked him silently.

Curvo’s gaze flickered from her to his brother, who was talking to Huan in grunts only they could understand. I’ll be the one to tell my father if he does, he replied. And if he doesn’t?

She grinned. I’ll tell your father the next time he hurts himself doing something stupid.

Not good enough; it’s your turn anyway.

“Alright then, I’ll suck you off,” she said aloud, and Curvo choked.

“Not what I was going for!” he spluttered, and though usually she was much more alluring to Tyelko than to him, he couldn’t deny the thrill of excitement that ran through him at her knowing smirk.

“Are you looking?” Tyelko demanded. He stood astride Huan’s back, half-crouched with his arms spread out. “I can do it!”

Curvo wasn’t sure if he wanted to root for his brother to succeed or not, but he didn’t have long to decide. He and Írissë both turned to watch as Tyelko barked, and Huan took off, racing toward the pine tree on the other side of the clearing, clearly enjoying this pointless stunt as much as his master.

To his credit, Tyelko did not fall off—instead he leaped up into the air, boosted by Huan, and scrambled to grab at the lowest-hanging branches. Curvo held his breath as his brother wrapped a hand around a branch, nearly slipped—and held on, hanging from the tree and whooping with delight.

“I told you I could do it!” he crowed.

“This is not going to be good for his ego,” Curvo observed, pointedly not looking Írissë in the eye as she groaned and rolled over to face him.

“Trousers down,” she ordered. “Let’s see if I can get you to finish before he realizes what’s happening and climbs down for his turn.”

Curvo, never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, obliged. Tyelko was so distracted by his victory, clambering even higher up the tree, that by the time he realized that the whines from below were not being made by Huan, it was far too late for him to stop them.

“What are you—Námo’s balls!” he shrieked, peering between the pine needles to see his lover with her face buried between his brother’s legs, clearly enjoying herself.

Curvo bit his lip and clutched a clump of grass in his fist. “Her idea,” he gasped as a beet-red Tyelko scrambled down the tree. “I bet against you breaking your arm—ahh!” he cried out, forgetting to needle his brother as Írissë did something just right and he entirely lost himself in his release.

A loud crash and a snap and a scream behind her made Írissë let go of him far too soon. She spat Curvo’s seed onto the ground and let out a noise that was halfway between a laugh and a groan as she saw what Tyelko had done.

“Damn you, Tyelko!” she shouted, scrambling over to where he lay cradling his arm. “Did you have to wait for me to win until after I’d already given Curvo his prize?”

“My turn?” he asked hopefully, wincing as Írissë tore his shirt to make a makeshift sling for his injured arm.

“I guess I’ll have to tell Atar what happened after all,” Curvo drawled. Leave it up to Tyelko to make him both win and lose a bet!

[sweetteaanddragons]

Role Reversal: Kid Swap Edition

A while back, I got very bored and started playing around with what if’s. Since The Usual Way was giving me trouble, I decided to come back and try to actually write one of them.

So welcome to Role Reversal: Kid Swap Edition, where Fingon and co. are the sons of Feanor, Maedhros and co. are the sons of Fingolfin, and Finarfin’s kids are staying out of this mess. 

(Note: I am aware that, due to the Finweans propensity for naming children for birth order, hair color, and spite, names would have definitely changed in this AU. I was not, however, interested in trying to deal with that, so names are in the form they are most commonly written as in the Silmarillion.)

. . .

By the time they arrive, the land before Thangorodrim is empty, and Maedhros wonders for a frozen moment if the land has swallowed his uncle and his followers whole. If the fire they saw across the waves swept over every last one of his (half) cousins, and the wind has blown the ash away. 

Sense returns at the same moment as they are ambushed by orcs: It is far more likely that the Enemy has simply eaten them up and spat out their bones. 

This thought might be more sensible, but it is not at all comforting. 

The win the battle, and Fingolfin leads them forward triumphantly. They establish a camp beside Lake Mithrim.

The first scouts they send out bring back reports that they are not the first to have camped beside this lake. There are still traces, faint though they are, that a large host once camped just on the other side. 

Maglor is beginning to get that look he gets right before he writes an ill advised song. Maedhros drags him aside and tells him in no uncertain terms that he will not be singing any tales about what may have befallen that camp. 

Soon, that may change, he knows. Soon, they may have to ask him to, so that they can spin a tale that will let their people move forward, but it will have to be carefully constructed - a call to revenge, not a lament or, as is currently being whispered in the camp, a ghost story. 

Maedhros feels sick just at the thought. 

Where is his uncle? Even before, when Feanor vanished in the night, he could not stay invisible long before he set off a conflagration that could be seen even across the great sea. Even if he is gone, surely he cannot have been vanquished and left so very little to mark his passing. 

Where are his cousins? Where is Aredhel, who Celegorm searches for when he pretends to be hunting? Where are Turgon and little Idril? Where is Aegon?

Where is Fingon? 

The second scouts they send out bring back word of a group of elves, but they are not the elves they are looking for. 

Fingolfin sends Maedhros anyway, because perhaps they know something. 

He also sends a heavily armored guard because if there is anything they have learned since darkness fell it is that not even fellow elves can always be trusted. 

Círdan welcomes him warily. They are not the first elves he has seen come to these shores on the swings of seemingly glorious victory. This is what Círdan knows:

Feanor came on his ships with his followers and his children. They had pushed back the foes that had so beleaguered Círdan and had pushed on to the Black Gate itself.

Feanor had fallen in the doing.

Fingon had then been king, but not, it seems, for long. Something had happened - an envoy, an ambush, Círdan knows little except that there had been something about an Oath - and Fingon had been taken.

Círdan has lost elves to Morgoth before. Taken, he knows, is worse than dead. The dead are never released to haunt the edges of their camps, seeking to prey on those who more closely resemble whole.

He is not quite able to fully communicate this to Maedhros, and eventually he must give up trying and continue.

Turgon had then been king, Cirdan knows, for Cirdan had gone to counsel him on what to do about his brother. Turgon had listened to him when he had warned that taken must be treated as dead. Turgon had then told him a little, a very little, about a dream. A dream he said was from Ulmo.

Turgon, Maedhros remembers, Turgon alone of Feanor’s sons had not fought at Alqualonde, a claim Maedhros himself could not make, having thrown himself into the fray when he arrived and saw his cousins hard pressed. Turgon had been favored by Ulmo before the Doom. He might hold enough favor to receive a dream still.

Or perhaps, in the shadow of the dark foe’s gate, a different Vala had invaded his dreams.

Either way, within a week, both Turgon and his host had been gone, vanishing like the morning mists, and all Cirdan’s efforts to find them had come to naught.

He should have been able to track a host that large, Maedhros knows, thinking of their own broad trail across the Ice. It would have been slow and unwieldy, and the ground should have born their marks for a long time.

With a Vala, fair or foul, involved, however, all bets are off.

Maedhros rides back toward his father. 

When they are almost there, he sends his guard on ahead, against their protests. 

He alters his own course just slightly. 

There is one cousin, at least, he now knows exactly where to find.

[zealouswerewolfcollector]

I bet Finwë was a very doting grandpa. He spent a lot of time and paid a lot of attention to his grandchildren because their dads were already a lost cause. Here is how he spent some quality time with his grandkids. The list is in order of birth as I imagine it based on canon and headcanons. 

He babysat Maedhros without protests. In fact, he demanded to babysit him. Maedhros could sit and listen to the stories Finwë told for hours and sometimes fell asleep in his grandfather’s arms. (I ficced this moment, but the fic itself is still incomplete).

He attended Maglor’s every concert, whether it took place in Fëanor’s backyard or during an important festival. He never once forgot to bring flowers.

Fingon used to have him stand under a tree and then he would climb the tree and jump down into his grandpa’s arms from every branch, starting from the lowest to the highest. (Finwë never let him jump if he wasn’t sure he could catch him.)

He contributed greatly to Celegorm’s collection of pets. The most memorable was a giant snail, which received mixed reviews from Celegorm’s parents and brothers.

Whenever Caranthir wanted to be alone, he went to his grandfather. Finwë would lead him to a large room by the library and wouldn’t let anyone disturb him. Later, Caranthir would come to him and they would talk or sit in companionable silence.

Finrod used to glide into the palace and announce that he wanted to go exploring. Finwë was always ready. They didn’t go far. A street in Tirion or even a rarely used wing of the palace turned into a place of wonder thanks to their imaginations.

Turgon loved playing hide-and-seek with him in the gardens. He hid and giggled as Finwë looked for him for a long time and pretended he couldn’t find him. (I mentioned this in a fic I’m writing, then decided to do this for all of Finwë’s grandchildren).

Curufin made him a crown when he was still young and Finwë wore it proudly whenever he could. He would wear it more often, but Curufin always took it back to rework it.

He was Angrod’s favorite sparring partner. Angrod claimed his parents and maternal grandparents went too easy on him, while Finwë didn’t treat him as a child. (Finwë also went easy on him, he just hid it better).

He was the only one Aegnor would let style his hair. He usually wore it loose or in a ponytail, but for formal occasions only Finwë was allowed to comb and braid it.

He kept an entire wardrobe full of clothes for Aredhel. She would sneak into the palace, all muddy and her clothes torn, and emerge in pristine white robes. Her parents were none the wiser.

Every time Galadriel asked him to hold a sporting competition, he agreed. Once they had three discus throw and four javelin throw tournaments in a month. Galadriel won them all.

Whenever Amrod and Amras visited, Finwë would hold out his arms straight and the twins would use them as horizontal bars to hang from, pull themselves up and generally clown around.

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

Incomplete list of Celegorm’s tattoos (all monochrome)

The emblem of Orome as a tramp stamp. Got it immediately after being joining the Hunt

The Star of Feanor, taking up the entire space between his navel and his pecs. Got it when Feanor was exiled to Formenos

“No Regerts” in Quenya just below his collarbones. Got it as soon as he could find someone to tattoo him after Mandos pronounced the Doom.

“Bold of you to assume I’ve reached my peak dumbass” in Taliska across his shoulder blades. Got it before he learned Taliska. The Man who tattooed him said it referred to the way he surprises his enemies in battle.

“Death we will deal him ere day's ending” in Taliska on right bicep. Got it from the same tattooist as the previous one, after spending six months learning Taliska. Celegorm did not break eye contact the entire time he was being tattooed.

Huan’s footprint on his right shoulder. Got it when he saw that Fingon had Maedhros’ name tattooed on his thigh (high enough that no one would see unless they were staring in the baths).

A penis on his left ankle. Got after a lost bet with a fellow hunter in Valinor. The loser had to “get a dick tattoo.”

His first boyfriend’s name on his left butt cheek, the words “is incredibly boring” added underneath after they broke up.

Tribal sleeve on his left arm - I am unsure if it actually has meaning or just looks cool. Got it in Valinor, probably while drunk.

Incomplete list of tattoos after he’s reborn:

#YOLO across his pecs.

Star of Feanor on each shoulder

Bow and arrow tramp stamp that is just different enough from Orome’s symbol

A raised spear holding up a necklace with a shining gemstone taking up his entire back

Huan howling on his left calf, with “466″ written beneath it

Every single scar he got in his first life, in silver that matches his hair and glitters like a Silmaril in moonlight

This isn’t out of guilt - the scars were his, proof of every fight he won, and Namo took them away