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A Dance Made For Us

Finarfin x reader x Fingolfin

Kinktober 2023: Threesome

A/N: As this is the last fic of the event, I decided to go out with a bang (pun intended) and give you all the most words I've ever written for smut. I was in different moods while writing this, so excuse the long plot (I'm a sucker for plots, you all should know that by now). I had quite a lot of fun writing this and wanted to take my time building the tension to make this work despite being thrown off at numerous turns. Also, since this is a pairing not seen, I wanted to make it worth the read. In the end, I hope you enjoy the final fic!

Warnings: fem!reader, smut with plot, threesome, dom–sub dynamics, cunnilingus, blowjob, handjob, double penetration, anal and vaginal penetration, dirty talking, semi–public groping, flirtation, manhandling, nipple play, impact play (spanking), Finarfin loves titties, praising, body–worshipping, dom!Finarfin, dom!Fingolfin, asphyxiation, Finarfin being a snappy and impatient brat,

Words: 11.4k

Synopsis: As the upcoming ball for the House of Finwe approaches, the two young renowned Princes decide to improve their dancing. Inviting you, a longtime friend, to assist them, things take a fortunate turn when the heat gets turned on as you’re left alone in their hands. Determined to prove how much they have learned, they each take it upon themselves to demonstrate, competitively, their experienced skills.

List of Requests

Heels clopping away on the resplendent dance floor of the empty ballroom, your body was mesmerised by the fluidity of your dance partner and too caught up in the moment to acknowledge anyone else. Cerulean blue eyes were locked on yours as he led you step by step, feeling as though it was more than just dancing and another form of physical intimacy. A simple request from the elder of the two princes turned into a jealous game, switching you back and forth between each other to professionalise their performance for the upcoming Yule ball. You were most content with the impression that they were eager to improve their gracefulness and elegance after the last incident—constantly having your foot stepped on was not promising.

However, had you known there was a fourth person in the opulent and grand room, you would have gladly accepted their offer. The instructor’s presence, constantly hovering like a cautious parent, was irritating. Their presence had already vanished the moment you engaged with either of the princes, twirling you around and placing their hands on your waist. However, their irritating voice consistently broke your concentration, causing you to accidentally step harshly on Fingolfin’s right foot, making him stumble backwards, almost colliding with a pillar.

The scene only fuelled the instructor’s frustration, while you rolled your eyes, thanks to their incessant, annoying voice periodically disrupting your focus. You were already enjoying yourself, dancing around the room freely with Fingolfin—the first time you had ever seen the uptight prince so carefree and relaxed. Perhaps it was because Finarfin was present and not his elder brother, but you were pleased to see him in a leisurely state without being reprimanded for messing up the dance sequence; instead, it was the dance instructor who took on that task.

She finally couldn’t take it any longer and shouted, “Stop, stop, stop, stop. Enough!” With that, the three of you took the opportunity to laugh at her distress, knowing that your antics were working. From the beginning, none of you wanted the instructor to loom around the ballroom due to her history of giving the princes harsh lessons and ruining their fun. The more you stressed her out, the sooner she would give up or call off their lessons. “Your Highness, I implore you, with all due respect, the steps are quick, quick, slow. Not quick, slow, quick.”

As you turned in each other’s arms, you caught Finarfin giggling behind the instructor, his hand covering his mouth as he tried not to get into trouble. It seemed that he was the only one among the three of you who had escaped the instructor’s wrath and was now making it his mission to mock both of you and the instructor’s pressure. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes at his childish antics, you bit your tongue as the instructor came forward and asked you to step aside to demonstrate the proper moves to Fingolfin.

Gently sidestepping, you hurried to stand beside Finarfin, not without giving his arm a playful pinch for his antics. Both of you couldn’t help but shoot Fingolfin a playful pout as he had no choice but to engage in a brief dance session with the instructor to correct his mistake. “Looks like the instructor won’t be giving up on you two anytime soon. How long has it been?” you whispered discreetly to the golden–haired beauty next to you.

“I’d say she’s onto us this time. It’s been two and a half hours. Last time, she gave up after just an hour,” he chuckled, completely carefree, stealing glances at you, who couldn’t help but clutch your stomach from laughing. “But it seems like háno is enjoying his private dance lessons.”

Suppressing another fit of laughter, you turned your head to catch Fingolfin’s desperate plea in his facial expressions. Clinging to Finarfin’s tunic, you doubled over, amused by the way Fingolfin’s face contorted into a plea for help. It had dawned on Fingolfin that inviting you had been a grave mistake, given your apparent lack of concern for him and your tendency to find his reactions amusing. If he had known this would be the outcome of the dance lesson, he might have convinced his brother to leave you out. Nevertheless, watching your unbridled joy was utterly captivating.

“He looks like he’s on the verge of passing out any moment. Save him, Ara, or he’ll spontaneously combust, and we’ll never hear the end of it,” you urged, playfully pushing Finarfin towards his brother to rescue him from embarrassment.

To the disappointment of both his brother and your plea, Finarfin stepped aside, shaking his head in bewilderment. “Are you insane?! Do I look like I want to be devoured by Lady Ancalmaril? When she’s done or grows tired of us, that’s entirely her decision.”

With a playful grimace, you pressed your lips together, watching him retreat to stand behind you. You couldn’t help but shiver slightly at his proximity and the warmth radiating from his tunic–clad body. It wasn’t unusual for either of the brothers to have such an effect on you, but it seemed to be happening more frequently as if they were becoming aware of your reactions. You chose not to dwell on it, not wanting to misinterpret the situation and risk damaging the friendship between the three of you. Instead, you remained focused on the scene before you: Fingolfin being spun by the instructor after his failed attempt at spinning her. However, somewhere during her attempt to spin him, his feet kicked out and unintentionally stomped on hers. This sent her into a fit of winces and eye twitches as she struggled to suppress the growing pain caused by the weight of the overgrown young prince on her poor foot.

“Alright, that’s enough! My prince, you’re too distracted right now. Let your brother have a turn while you take a break,” she commanded, flicking her wrist as her fingers indicated where she wanted you all to move and biting her tongue to not cry out.

Without wasting a moment at the opportunity, Finarfin wrapped his slender arm around your waist, pulling your body close to his newly developed abdominal muscles. He effortlessly led you onto the dance floor. From the sidelines, he could see his brother looking defeated, aware that Finarfin was about to take the lead and win this round—an ongoing, silent bet between the brothers.

As your body glided across the floor without your feet touching it, you felt like you were flying through the air, carried by Finarfin like a doll eager to have his turn with you once again. It had been over an hour since he had last danced with you, while his brother had taken the spotlight, twirling you around the opulent and grand dance floor like a princess.

Laughter rippled through your body as his hands gently cupped your waist and spun you like a top. He was eager to display his skills and show off to his brother, asserting himself as the superior dancer and partner. He threw a smug look in Fingolfin’s direction, silently declaring, “I’ve won,” and led you across the floor with care, diligently repeating the dance steps he had been taught and avoiding the mistakes he had made earlier. Anything to prevent the instructor from separating you two and prematurely ending the session. If that were to happen, you would have no choice but to leave immediately. As an unmarried maiden suitable for courtship, and with your parents being rather strict about chaperoning, discretion was essential, and it became apparently knowledgeable on the instructor’s end.

Catching the younger prince’s eyes, he sent you a flirtatious wink before spinning you around and seamlessly transitioning into another sequence. His hands, at times, felt heavier on your waist, occasionally rising higher on your back or dipping lower just above your backside. You could sense his attempt to maintain dignity as the dance progressed, even as your bodies drew closer, allowing you to feel his muscles and warmth. You couldn’t tell whether it was you or him who was breathing harder as you focused on the intensifying proximity.

The flirty winks persisted, but the palpable look in his eyes, as they roamed your face, made your breath hitch. Your cheeks grew warmer the longer his electric blue eyes locked onto your features, darting from his lips to his eyes and then to his feet when you realized you were caught gazing. The tension between you both intensified, combined with the audience watching, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you feared making a mistake and disrupting the sequence. It was a struggle to maintain your composure while resisting the urge to not combust in his arms like a fool.

This wasn’t the first time such a situation had unfolded. Your initial dance lesson with the princes had been conducted in a similar manner. The closeness and their tantalizing touches always flirted with the edge of something more, their bodies pressing nearer without inhibition as each session continued. You couldn’t help but wonder if this was still a dance session meant to enhance their professionalism on the dance floor or if it had morphed into a courtesan bird dance; like a peacock impressing its lady. The glances exchanged with every twirl and dip, their hands caressing your curves and tracing the contours of your back, left you internally on edge.

“Just where do you think your hands are going?” You attempted to sound playful through your breathless whisper as the heat in your face intensified due to the closeness between you both and the presence of the audience. Instead, your voice shivered and rattled with nerves at the impending knowledge of his touch being seductive. To be honest, if he was endeavouring to kiss you at this moment, you had at least hoped it would be in private, away from his brother and the instructor. There was no denying that the golden–haired prince was breathtakingly gorgeous, and it had been a dream of yours, like many others, to share an intimate moment with him, even if it was just a kiss for the experience.

Sensing your anxiety, there was a playful grin he wore on his lips before glancing over your shoulder and realising that only the three of you remained in the room; Lady Ancalmaril had left to fetch some refreshments and ease her foot during your flawless performance. Taking a moment to lock eyes with his brother, a questioning look was exchanged and silently mouthed, “How long?” Fingolfin responded with, “Hour.”

Maintaining their gaze on his older brother, the two of them shared a moment where their thoughts traversed, having planned such an encounter ages ago. The slight uplift at the corners of their lips, the daring gleam in their eyes, the arched brows, and the biting of their lips—all were signs that left you puzzled as you observed Finarfin’s expressions. His body continued to move with fluidity despite engaging in a heated, silent conversation, surprising him that he could perform so smoothly without getting distracted.

Nodding with a surge of excitement coursing through his veins as their plan finally took shape, he shifted his focus back to you and offered a sweet smile. “My hands are right where they should be, love. We are dancing, after all,” he said with a dazzling smile, giving you a half twirl and pressing your back against his chest. “Or perhaps you’d prefer my hands elsewhere?” You could discern his intentions from his voice. His smile was hypnotic as he gently moved his left hand higher up your sides, pressing you even closer against his chest, eliminating any space between you. Your breath caught, and you swallowed hard as you turned your head to gaze at his enticing demeanour.

As your face came in contact, his head nestled in the junction of your neck, and his tranquil breathing caressed your face. The scent of peppermint from the tea you had both shared earlier still lingered in his breath. His proximity was somewhat overwhelming; his hair and arms enveloped you both, and his cheeks brushed delicately against yours. The two of you gradually slowed your movements into a gentle sway, your front now facing away from Fingolfin and towards the giant vivid canvas adorning the wall, while Finarfin seized the opportunity to strike with even more passion.

His left hand was perched on your waist while the other trailed up your sides, fingers gliding over your dress, leaving behind a frustrating sensation. Not once did his fingers venture past your bustline; instead, they chose to linger around your abdominal area, skimming across your stomach and sides. The unspoken narrative conveyed through his actions marked a turning point and turmoil in your life. Never before had you felt the desire to seize his hands and guide them to where they should be if he intended to tease you like this. The realisation that he was your best friend, and a prince was a fleeting thought when he engaged in such provocative actions without seemingly considering the need for discussion or consent. You could sense that he was wearing his smug expression as his actions continued, savouring the way your muscles clenched and reacted to the sensations he provoked.

Your hands, which had initially held onto his delicate wrists, now clutched the material around his thighs, fingers curling into the silky fabric and struggling to maintain a grip as he continued to tease you. Your heart raced, its thunderous beats echoing in your ears as his fingers persisted in their tantalizing caresses, and an array of butterflies gathered in places they shouldn’t have. You comprehended what was happening, and yet, you didn’t. When had the mischievous golden–haired figure acquired all these seductive tricks?

A mocking laugh echoed beside your right ear, but you were too lost in thought to notice his right hand leaving your waist to cup your chin, gently turning your head to meet his suggestive gaze. A melody as sweet and disconcerting as caramel and cream followed. “Are you alright? Do you need a little...assistance in focusing?”

At this point, you had mixed emotions, contemplating whether you should strangle him on the spot for his absurd, nonsensical question. He certainly had a knack for getting on your nerves with his impeccable charm. His closeness made you queasy as his face inched nearer to yours, causing a swarm of butterflies to assail you. Swallowing hard as he loomed, your pulse quickened as his thumb lifted to trace over your lips, your eyes following its every move. Interestingly, the hand that had been gliding over your clothed skin now splayed its fingers beneath your diaphragm, pulling you closer to his warm body.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice thick with intoxication, your head leaning forward, drawn to meet his lips.

Licking his own lips and giving a seductive nibble, he stretched his slightly reddened lips into a cunning smirk. “Dancing,” he coolly commented.

“This isn’t dancing; this isn’t like you at all,” you softly muttered, your eyes locking onto his and searching for the desire you had already discovered swirling in his gaze. You simply wished to confirm that what you were experiencing was not a product of your imagination.

He jerked his head with an inaudible scoff, giving a half roll of his eyes before responding casually. “Of course, we’re dancing...just something a bit different.” Dropping his hands to your waist once more, he spun you sharply, returning you to your original position from the beginning. Hooking your left arm over his shoulder, he placed a kiss against the exposed skin and lifted the other side to wrap around his neck, allowing him to resume his close proximity. “You should know that there are plenty of things you don’t know about me.”

“So, pretending to lack modesty and flirting is one of them?” you teased, your voice catching when he pushed your chest against his so that your faces were intimately close.

Swaying from side to side, but remaining in your fixed position, he regarded your face with a hint of amusement. “Flirting is indeed one of them. As for dignity, I wouldn’t consider this a lack of it; it’s more like me acting on my deep desires.” His face closed the distance to bring his lips against the shell of your ear. The initial coolness, followed by the warmth of his breath, prompted you to close your eyes as he whispered. His lips lightly tickled your earlobe, a delicate touch of his moist lips against your skin that nearly made your knees buckle.

Tightening his grip around your waist in response to the sudden jerk, he bit his lip to stifle his laughter. “Is this how you choose to behave? Engaging in a flirtatious charade before your brother and then claiming to have propriety? The Ara I know would never act in such a manner,” you shakily hissed, suppressing the urge to easily yield to his embrace.

Chuckling softly, he pulled back and locked eyes with you. “Your dear Ara is still here, taking control of the situation and acting according to his own will.” The tension in the room had reached its zenith. Your bodies were no longer swaying; you stood still, yet the absence of space between you both made the heat and desire emanating from your proximity palpable. You wondered if he could sense your erratic heartbeat from the wild look in your eyes as you traced his features.

The presence of Fingolfin in the background faded, thanks to the excellent job Finarfin had done in ensnaring both of you in this private paradise. It was a little bubble where he could openly seduce you to his heart’s desires, having the best of both worlds. You were intrigued by his intentions as he lured you in with every enticing word and brush of his hands. The enchantment was released, and you felt ensnared like a genie in a bottle, here to fulfil his every need.

Your lips brushed against each other, and the desire to close the gap and lose yourselves on the marble floor became overwhelming. You gently nudged his upper lip with a question, “So, what is your desire?”

“To have you; to have you on this very floor, against the wall, the bed, wherever you wish, so long as you cry out my name,” he declared without missing a single beat.

“Ara…” you mumbled in response to his directness, too stunned to formulate a suitable reply as he continued to brush his lips against yours, planting delicate kisses.

Growing impatient with the prolonged teasing and eager to proceed with his plan before the instructor returned to disrupt the tension in the room, he pressed a firm kiss at the corner of your mouth. Receiving a silent yet observant response, he saw it as a challenge and continued, placing another kiss on the opposite corner, closer to your lips, nearly covering most of them. He had been living up to his reputation as a considerable tease since the start of this dance session. “Are you going to grant me the honour? I don’t particularly enjoy indulging impatience in a situation like this.”

To emphasize his point, it became evident why he kept pressing your bodies together. His evident erection pressed against your abdomen through his leggings and robe, feeling solid and vigorous, and you couldn’t even gauge it with your hands.

“Then you’ll have to get used to being patient. You can’t have your way all the time,” you teased, moving your face to temptingly pull your lips away from his, which made him softly whine.

“I concur.” The addition of a third voice broke your concentration, and you opened your eyes, glancing to the right to see Fingolfin standing behind his brother with the same impatient expression. Much darker eyes filled with annoyance that scene unfolding without generously requesting his assistance. Undoubtedly, they were brothers cut from the same cloth; one just happened to wear his impatience more openly than the other. “But if you are serious about committing to this... engagement, shall we continue in private?”

**

Being tugged against firm bodies and having the eager hands of the princes roam your body was astonishing. Since they possessed a fibre in their fragile body to be aggressive and lustful. To be frank, you wouldn’t have expected this behaviour from either brother given their dedication to upholding their dignity. Though, the last person you imagined being rough was Finarfin given his gentle–natured persona; and judging from the firm grip on your waist and the constant tugging into his chest, impatience was becoming his apparel also.

You stood in the middle of an ongoing tug–of–war between two brothers was a heavenly wish that only felt natural to be a dream. There was no difference between their touch as it was equally aggressive and visceral; the weight of their hands and lips, biting and tugging, gave the impression that you were merely a ragdoll. Your purpose was to serve them and their desires, be tossed about however it pleased them, so long as they were satisfied—it would be polite of them to also grant an insurmountable volume of pleasure in return for the service you were willing to provide. Being invited into the house of the King and finding yourself entangled between desirable princes was no ordinary occurrence, this was divine intervention.

With Finarfin at your front and Fingolfin at your back, their hands were busy unlacing your unnecessary complex dress, passionate to have your bare skin to their luxury. As their hands scrambled, one pair of lips was attached to yours and another to your neck. It was an unbelievable sight observing the friendly boyish persona of Finarfin dissipate and turn into a hungry beast. Fingolfin was a bit less expected given the entire stoic demeanour, nevertheless, what he had in store was equally anticipatory as Finarfin’s.

Feeling the heat of their breaths scorch your skin, Finarfin was the first to pull back, offering a cheeky grin as his fingers finally tugged the string out the last loop to loosen your dress. Without question, his hands reached for the tops of your dress and gave it a harsh tug to slide the material over your shoulders and down your arms. It didn’t get far once your arms were raised to cover your slightly exposed chest, conscious of revealing your nudity to your friends. A sense of self–possession had abruptly manifested and echoed remembrances of your relationship with them.

“Do you…Do you want us to stop?” quizzed Finarfin. Evident sadness showed in his eyes as his hands fumbled with the frills on the edges of your dress. Behind you, Fingolfin ceased his ministrations and looked over your shoulder to gauge the situation. Even he was puzzled by the new silence and looming question.

“Is everything alright?” inquired Fingolfin.

Turning your head to catch his pensive stare, you dipped your eyes to meet his chest out of nerves. His gaze was forever intense, no matter if the situation was tender–loving. Nodding your head with an audible hum, your gaze remained focused on his chest while Finarfin’s fingers still toyed with the frills of your dress that gathered on your arms. You gathered the younger experiencing impatience and the older, anticipation while you felt like a puddle in the middle, full of nerves.

Were you truly about to bare your naked body before the princes and in return, have them naked as well? You were about to see each other naked and…sleep with them. Count your blessings and consider yourself the chosen one. You couldn’t help but bite your lip to suppress the growing smile from your thoughts. A bit of a giddy feeling settled in your stomach and pumped through your veins at the recognition of being lucky. All that was necessary was to push the jitters away and carry on; let them care for you how they desired and enjoy the ride.

“It’s alright, I’m just—you know, nervous.” You giggled and lifted your hands to cover your mouth from turning into full–blown laughter. “I still can’t believe all this is happening. I mean, we’re friends and you really want to sleep with me—how are you two normal about this?”

With a subdued chuckle, Fingolfin stepped back and made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed to remove each boot. To him, he took your enthusiastic questioning as a sign that you weren’t against the interaction and motioned to undress himself first; perhaps as a means to calm your jitters and show that he was thrilled to engage with you. “Uh–huh, it’s a bit shameful to note that this was something we planned—”

“Yes, yes! We both planned this entire interaction. Though, it was mostly I who came up with it and háno tagged along until he realised he was losing and showed more effort last minute.” Came the impatient voice of Finarfin who was growing annoyed as the minutes passed and turned what should have been intimate, into an explanation. His visage did a perfect job of mimicking the annoyance he suffered during the entire exchange while sporting an erection, desperately in need of being nurtured. “He obviously lost, but I’m gracious enough to not leave him to suffer.”

Darting a comical appraisal at the nonchalant blond, you poked your cheek with your tongue and mused. “This was a bet?!”

“Yes, and it was quite silly. To basically see who would be considered the better dancer; as you can tell, Ara got more praises and now wishes to…uh,” Fingolfin’s voice trailed off, embarrassed to highlight his brother’s dire urgencies to perform.

“Show you just how skilled of a dancer I am.” The grip he held on your dress was used as leverage to tug you into his chest. One hand snaked around to press against your back and the other gripped both your hands to pry them off your chest. “I haven’t forgotten how much you used to tease me in the beginning, Y/N.”

Feeling the weight of his hands prying yours away from your chest, small peeks of your cleavage became visible to his naughty eyes. A lustful glint flashed at the reveal urging him to act without manners as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck. His teeth clamped down on your skin, leaving a sore bruise before his tongue swiped over the area to soothe the pain. This was just the first act of his performance, the next was his hands reaching for the rest of your dress and tugging it off your arms to pool around your waist.

Being distracted and lost in the pleasure of his delicate lips attaching your neck like some ferocious beast, you were caught off guard when he peeled the rest of your dress off to gather around your waist. Knowing that you would sense your semi–nudity, your arms were hitched around his neck to entangle in his luscious curls while he continued to lavish your neck, switching from side to side and moving lower. With every swipe of his tongue against your clavicle, your fingers curled into his tresses and tugged with anticipation.

Gone were the negative thoughts about sleeping with them and hello to the excitement.

Panting from the hurried movements of Finarfin as he eagerly nipped and kissed your skin, you felt another presence from behind. It was Fingolfin with his hands raised to unbound your braids and remove the hairpins. He was stealthy as he elegantly unloosened your braids and allowed your hair freedom. Once that was completed, his fingers traced your neck, loving the way you shivered and arched into his brother’s mouth, and moved down your spine until he arrived at your dress.

You felt the hesitation as though he was waiting for you to object, it was a split second of a moment before he regained confidence and pushed it off your waist. Falling to the fall like silk, your dress pooled at your feet and bared your naked form to either brother. There was an intake of breath, and you knew it came from Fingolfin since Finarfin was busy kissing around your breast, contemplating which side to indulge first.

“See something you like?” you squeezed out airily, eyes closed and sensing his intense gaze was on your entire body, mentally cherishing the image to use for later purposes.

With a reserved laugh, he stepped forward and placed his hands on your hips, allowing his body to stand closer to yours and letting you feel his heat. He was naked, entirely. The weight of his hands against your hips felt sturdy while the heat radiating was scorching. You felt the entire outline of his physique with only a few inches of spacing between you both; you could only imagine what he would feel like with no crevice. God, you couldn’t imagine what the weight of him on you would be like given his towering and slightly muscular figure. You couldn’t wait to feel both of them naked and pressed against you.

Joining his brother, his lips swiftly returned to your neck to litter and array of wet kisses, creating a curve with them and inching down your spine. “I love everything I’m seeing here,” he whispered into your skin as he positioned himself on his knees.

On the other end, Finarfin took to opportunity to finally break away from your breast, leaving his artwork evident—able to contest with the greatest artists—to undress. His eyes darted from your face contorting into pleasure to witness his brother kneeling behind you, worshipping your form. Had he not been compassionate, he would have denied his brother a chance to share you among them both. Shaking his head at how ravenous Fingolfin appeared, he reached for his robes and shoved them off haphazardly, followed by his tunic, shirt, boots and leggings until he left standing bare. Lifting his hand for the gold hairpin, his tangled curls came unbound and cascaded in a mess.

His sinful gaze returned to your figure. Hands curled around Fingolfin’s wrists on your waists, head tossed back, lips parted and breasts perky, you looked like a five–course meal waiting for him to devour.

“Why don’t we move this to the bed? It’s much more comfortable,” suggested Finarfin. He stood with one hand tossing his hair over his shoulder and the other leading to stroke his leaking cock. 

Snapping your eyes open to gaze at the enchanting figure before you; you weren’t sure if you were able to tear your eyes away. This was the last image you would expect from the youngest to bear, let alone his physique. What the hell was in the water they drank? Were they willing to share some?

It didn’t help when your eyes followed the motion of his hands, knowing he was spitefully goading, to where it met his cock, giving it a few tugs and swiping the precum off to gain friction. You licked your lips. Was it normal to yearn for your best friend in such a manner, especially after seeing his member? Seeing a fair share of them before, his was substantially impressive and lovely to look at. Robust, curved, lengthy and how fortunate you were to bear witness to the rumours. The House of Finwe indeed loved the idea of breeding given the fruitfulness of his…ahem, balls.

It was impossible to not bite and lick your lips at the awareness of him being inside you.

Fainting at the notion was a great idea also since Fingolfin removed himself off his knees and guided you to the bed, giving you a perfect view of his delectable proportions. Seeing was far better sensing his physique. The one thing that made Fingolfin stand out more than his brother was the girth and texture. And now that both brothers stood side by side, towering above your smaller figure, you felt every nerve in your body tingling. Your heart surged to great heights, as did your breathing; lip biting and licking, you squeezed your thighs together as the growing sensation seeped through your fold and stained your inner thighs. There was a waterfall gushing out gallons per second between your legs the longer to stared and made comparisons to induce your light–headedness.

Your toes curled into the carpet, digging away at the plushness underneath your feet at the journey you were about to participate in. Not waiting for motivation, you made the first move to drag your body further up the bed only to be stopped by the gentle hands of the younger tugging you back down to the edge and sliding them higher your thighs, squeezing the flesh as he was enticed by it plumpness before settling on your hips. Fingolfin stepped aside to perch on the bed and settle behind you on his knees, aware of the position his brother would soon have you in. It wasn’t always that Fingolfin gave his brother the opportunity to take the lead in whatever activities they tag–team in, but given the advantages, he was willing to submit just once under his brother’s command.

“Would you be a dear and turn over for me, least you wish I flip you over myself. I haven’t any problem showing off my recently acquired strength,” he sweetly asked, looking up from the newly seated position on being on his knees. It wasn’t odd seeing him like this after the numerous moments he have gotten down to lace your boots, but currently, with the miniature shocks of your pulse radiating in the core of your cunt, you could enjoy this sight more often.

However, your moment of idling and dwelling on the situation led to his ever–impatient nature to react before being a gentleman. Flipped onto your stomach with hands roughly positioning you into his desired spot, you came face to face with the godly sight of Fingolfin on his knees, ebony hair pouring down his chest to end at his waist and pulling back to reveal the spectacle of his highlight. With your body on its knees and braced by your hands, it was easy for you to reach out without any form of permission to trespass and grip the base of his cock to give a patronising stroke all the way to the tip where your thumb swiped the head.

Once his precum was collected, the temptress in you forced your eyes to meet his darkened gaze and licked his arousal off the tip of your finger. The eye contact you held made his knees buckle and his stomach clench. A hand shot out to entwine itself strategically and gave your head a yank closer to his aroused and awaiting cock to be put out of misery.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and put that smart mouth to use, see how much you’re smirking with my cock down your throat.” His words were final as his actions followed, inching your head closer for the tip to collide with the outer shape of your lips. You didn’t know he had such foul and debauching behaviour when he acted with a stick up his ass to grip his cock and trace your lips with his tip. Smearing the remaining precum across the surface, he gave a sharp command to open your mouth and slid his cock against your tongue, hissing.

Both hands now nestled in your head, guided your movements as you bobbed back and forth along his length. It was impossible to take him whole, even fit most of his girth within your mouth. The texture of his veins sliding under your tongue was enough to send him insane. The most you were able to do with him governing his pleasure was leave him to his devices while he worked your mouth like a toy.

On the other, little impatient Finarfin wasn’t waiting another second longer and approached the edge of the bed to run his slender fingers against the back of your thighs. The little jolts and shudders the closer he arrived at your centre thrilled and satisfied him to know that soon your focus would be placed on his tongue. While Fingolfin was known for his more dominant approach, Finarfin’s approach, still dominant, was rather a service towards the pleasure of the body. He preferred to gain his pleasure while being in control but focused on providing service to his partners' pleasure, and he knew just what to do in order to have your attention.

You felt his breath and knew what followed. The motion of his tongue trailing along the outer lips and skin of your cunt, nipping and kissing before arriving at his destination. The first flick upon your clit was light, too gentle to feel anything and to catch you off guard with the rough action of his enter mouth trapping your bud. Vigorously he suckled and sent vibrations through your body, shaking his mop of golden curls as he lavished in the moment and your taste. You had nowhere to run to when his hands snatched your thighs and pinned you in your spot for Eru knew how long.

The best you were able to do was moan on Fingolfin’s cock, prompting the older male to yank your head off and gift you a moment to breathe before resuming the position. On one end you were giving and on the other, you were receiving—what a time to be alive and best friends with the Noldorin Princes. Eru bless your soul for managing to capture their attention from childhood and remaining close or this moment would have never manifested. Whatever you had done to warrant this, even if a manual was being gifted to warn you ahead, you would have flung it out the window and proceeded without caution. There wasn’t any need when the trouble was so deliciously satisfying and blissful.

Naturally, your legs parted and back ached to grant Finarfin better accommodation as his tongue worked on overtime. The fluid flicks of his tongue running over your sweet bundle of nerves before he engulfed the entire bud into his mouth were wicked. He should be charged for such a sinister crime. Nevertheless, the same could be said as Fingolfin’s hips began moving and hands stabilising your head to make way for a clear path. Your mouth was messy and your eyes teary and to him, you looked divine. There wasn’t a better look that suited you more, perhaps having you riding him could challenge the sight.

It was impossible to remain focused as the expertise of either male was challenging one another. The louder your moans became; it was obvious one wished to be the cause of those horrendous sounds escaping. It only urged both males to persist.

“Come on love, I know you sound louder than that,” encouraged Finarfin, eager to be the creator of your latest instrumental. Lifting his left hand off your thigh he brought it down to leave a resounding slap and elicited a choked moan on his brother’s cock. Grinning into your cunt, he hummed pleased at the reaction and continued.

The combination of your choked sobs being emitted and moans all over Fingolfin’s cock was a triumph for the goldened hair youngling. The pleasure was satisfactory for the older but too much at the same time as it forced his balls to clench with forewarning of his orgasm building earlier than expected. With a dreadful yank of your head off his cock, a string of saliva connected the tip to your swollen lips. His urge to just kiss you at the moment was dire and disconnected from your keenness to continue toying with his member.

Right hand out and gripping the base, you caught him off guard and left him unsure of your future sequence. All he could do was stare with a stiffened stomach in anticipation as you shut your eyes attempting to focus while his brother ruined you. At some point when you awoke, you tossed your head to the right and peeked up at him through your lashes once your lips came in contact with his tip once more. Placing what little knowledge you learnt from the rumours, your wrist flicked, and your head bobbed in sync, taking half of him into your mouth.

“You seem to like that, don’t you?” you whispered teasingly before throwing a wink and resuming your ministrations, leaving him without a chance to respond sensibly. His deep groans ricocheted and vibrated in his chest, a sound unlike any other you had heard. You did that, you made the stoic prince crumble under your tongue; something to tease him with for eternity, and should he wish for your silence, there were ways to be treated.

Glancing at the sight of his stomach clenched and beads of perspiration running down his washboard abs was sinful. Thanks to the sight, Finarfin was blessed with the sudden downpour of more arousal trickling into his mouth. The image of this male before you, commanding and unmoving with his presence being diminished to a whimpering state with only the use of your tongue was power unlike any other. The soft whimpering and body arching backwards the more your mouth slid deeper, taking your time to fit as much into your mouth left him weakened.

Topped with the wicked intentions of the youngest plunging his tongue like sword in and out your entrance, swirling and lavishing every inch, it contributed to the vibrations Fingolfin was receiving. No longer did his hands guide your head, but rather made the option to run along your back to add a touch of stimulation. He left you to take control and run your tongue along each of his veins, mapping out the shape and weight of his member with your mouth. You had seemed to be relishing the freedom that he allowed, the most he could do in return was assist in your pleasure while his brother’s golden head was busy at the other end.

Fingernails scraping along your back, you shivered and bowed into the bed against his touch. Something about his actions and his brother’s forced the sensitivity of your skin to heighten tremendously. You felt as though you were in a tumultuous battle, and you were only on the first round.

“Enjoying yourself Ara?” Fingolfin hummed as his fingers reached your ass and rubbed the flesh, enticed by the smoothness and how it moved under his touch. All the while his brother’s response was a focused hum due to his mouth being busy against your heat.

Straightening up to take another look at your mouth, he was lucky to catch another wink from you as you pulled off to stroke him with your hand. Sliding his long fingers upwards until they cradled your head, he rolled it around, running his fingers through your scalp and enjoying the sighs being emitted. “Quite the little worker, aren’t you? Enjoying yourself?” he inquired with inaudible moans.

Hush–hush muttering evaded your lips as you were confused between which to focus on, his fingers in your hair, the hand around his length or the ludicrous sensation of Finarfin’s mouth engulfing your entire clit and turning the nub into a pacifier. Trembling and bucking away from the stimulation, you were still entrapped in Fingolfin’s hold, unable to move an inch away from the onslaughter. Even he was laughing at the crooked position your body fell into in the attempt to shut your legs and curl away. Luckily Finarfin’s hands perched on your thighs were also immobilising you.

“Trying to run away so soon Y/N? I thought you wanted this?” Fingolfin teased and leaned down to nudge your head upwards to meet his lips for a sweet and daring kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. Lips moving out of sync, it was easy for him to still manage to capture your lips and pry them open to slip a tongue in and take your breath away. Suddenly, you felt the inclusion of his hands around your neck, lightly squeezing the sides to make your head spin.

The combination left you intoxicated as his mouth feverishly worked against yours with the same motion of his brother’s mouth on your cunt. In sync like there was some mental link shared, they kissed your lips with passion that left you in a daze. Light squeezed placed on your neck for every whine you made, Finarfin on the opposite end was rewarded with the tension of your walls around his tongue. He couldn’t wait to feel it on his cock soon.

“Please, please, please,” you chanted breaking away from his lip and curling your toes into the pleasure as it built and Finarfin’s mouth refused to stop. “Don’t s–…stop!”

Chuckling against your clit at your begs, he saw no need to refuse your wishes when you eagerly displayed wanting more. Hands digging into your flesh, he pulled you back to rest atop his face without care for his livelihood. He would enjoy nothing better than being suffocated as you came on his face and flooded his mouth with your arousal, which was the endpoint he was attempting to achieve with the feverish motions of his mouth. Suckling away as though he wanted to milk everything out of you, he gave you no moment to recuperate as you twisted and turned against his mouth.

“A–…Ara, f…uck!” stammering away, no longer were your hand gripping Fingolfin’s cock but focused on tearing the bedsheets apart, your back arched and pushed you into his mouth more. “Right there…right—ach!”

The waves of vibration crashing into your body at the speed of light were immeasurable and even so, unspeakable. Your grips against the bed sheet left a loud shred, gone unheard and unnoticed by everyone who were focusing on your body curling into itself. If you could have given a medallion to Finarfin for his enthusiasm you would because he didn’t seem to understand your hypersensitivity the way his mouth refused to take a break from your cunt. Even with his tongue taking leisurely strolls through your fold to collect any arousal, he was hungry with the gesture. Pushing your hands behind you to nudge his head away was the only route to get him to stop.

“Ah,” he sweetly charmed, unphased by the damage caused. “Forgive me, I got a little carried away.” Mouth and cheeks glossed with your arousal, he wore it like a lipstick and treated it like his drug.

“Carried away is too simple of a term brother,” added Fingolfin as he released you and placed his attention on the youngest. “I would say, fascinated or purposefully not wanting to stop.”

Sharing a brotherly moment, laughing away at the mess they turned you into while you lay drenched in sweat on the bed, they also exchanged their following advances. Gentle muttering filled the air with explanations of how they were going to handle you now that the main course was ready to be indulged. While they held their private meeting, you could sense the wandering hands of the obvious, squeezing and massaging the flesh on your thighs and ass. Almost with a child–like wonder, light slaps came down to meet your ass and paused to admire the jiggle. You had no intention of lifting your head to take a peek at the ethereal figure and mischievous devil deciding who would go first or at the same time. All you wanted to do was feel something in you other than Finarfin’s tongue for a while.

“How long though?” Fingolfin’s voice sliced through the air, disrupting the ambience.

“What do you mean, “How long”? We broke classes, there’s no returning,” clarified Finarfin nonchalantly as he rubbed his palm over your ass and gave it squeezes like an orange. He couldn’t help but bite his lips at the gesture, appreciating the sight and gift of being given the opportunity.

“Speak for yourself, brother—”

“Well if you’re so terrified of Lady Ancalmaril and father, return and leave Y/N and I to our fun. Your inconsequential abilities would not be judged, brother…” With his voice dripping with nihilism, Finarfin didn’t stop to throw an egotistical grin at his elder before continuing, “Or you can stay and enjoy the once–in–a–ifetime opportunity to share Y/N with me!”

Scoffing at the absurdity his brother was spouting, he challenged, “Once in a lifetime? What makes you believe there would not be an opportunity spent between Y/N, privately?”

“The fact that you aren’t an excellent dancer and would prefer to run back to our instructor to perfect your moves, tells me that this might be once in a lifetime. Unless…” Finarfin goaded, grinning nihilistic and darting his eyes towards your body, travelling over every curve until he met your eyes that lacked fear, but interest.  

Easily falling for the bait like he did with every argument between him and Feanor, Fingolfin inched forward with his chin raised high and accepted. “Accepted.”

“Splendid!” With his hands clasped before him, Finarfin grinned triumphantly from ear–to–ear and refocused his gaze on you. “The plans have changed due to my brother’s fear of poor performance…and being caught. So now, we have an ongoing competition to decide who’s the more skilful dancer of the two. Would you be so kind to judge us as we take turns?”

Eyes widening at the declaration, unexpectedly, this was the last thing you assumed the outcome of their argument would land you in. “Um, I thought I was taking you both,” your voice dipped and became softer under the enigmatic stare of Finarfin, “at the same time.” Ending your statement, you turned to gaze at Fingolfin who whipped his head to meet your pensive stare and offer a heartwarming smile. His hand reached out to stroke your head, reassuring you that all was well.

“Err,” hissing at the suggestion, from the very start Ara knew that he and his brother wouldn’t be able to share you at the same time given their nature. Already having decided that they would have taken turns, just not with this intention. “Apologies if you had assumed that, but, um…háno and I weren’t originally intending to have you at the same time,” he awkwardly laughed and itched the back of his head.

“Consider it as two extremely different dominant males wanting to share. Yes, I know,” winced Fingolfin, “it’s not the best comparison, but it’s sort of the situation between us. Uncooperative.”

Falling into a seated position, you tucked your legs under and faced perpendicular to both males. “So you two would fight over who gets to…I see. But can you at least try at the same time…for me. I’d be able to judge better, and should it not work out, we can always go again but according to your wishes.”

Finarfin was the first to open his mouth and snap his eyes to his elder for confirmation. Throwing in an uneasy itch to his forehead, he bared his teeth in a cumbersome manner at Fingolfin for him to hurry up with a solution, knowing that the decision was being made according to his taste in intimacy. “Brother.”

For a moment Fingolfin had shut his eyes to concentrate on the words being directed to him and the possible outcome of the situation. Tongue kissing his teeth, he glanced at you first and then back to his brother with an expressive sigh. “As much as I hate the idea of stepping out of my comfort zone, if weren’t going to be judged fairly, might as well take the risk of playing dirty,” he announced, shuffling off the bed and coming to stand at the foot. “I’ll take the end; you take the lead since the bet was yours.”

“Are you—Are you sure about this?” Finarfin whispered as he stepped closer to his brother, shorter by only an inch or two yet equally defined in nature to match the robustness of the elder. “You’ve once expressed your unappealing interest in—”

“Relax,” ushered Fingolfin with a hand to his brother’s arm. “Our focus is this competition, or I’ll be sent back to Lady Ancalmaril for practice. Now take your position or I start without you.”

Accepting his words as a challenge, the fire within his heart was set ablaze and the dedication known within the House of Finwe was pronounced. Smirking at his encouragement, Finarfin turned to shuffle onto the bed and informed you to clamber atop him as he moved to lie on his back. Immediately, his arms encircled your waist and adjusted your legs on either side of his body to his liking. You now sat directly upon his cock, pressing and leaking against your cunt and mixing with your arousal which made him shudder at the sight. Thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your thighs, he flashes his signature smile before reaching down to pull you into a breathtaking kiss.

His lips enthusiastically met yours and sucked you into a deep spell to distract you from the intrusion of something wet being rubbed around your ass. As much as you tried to break the kiss to witness what was happening back there, he kept your head within his hands and lips locked against his so he could slip his tongue in. It was no joke that both brothers were excellent kissers, sucking the air out of your lungs like there was no tomorrow. His kiss was feverish and worked in tune with the frantic motion of his hands running along your spine, arching your breasts into his chest to feel the wonderfulness of your hardened nipples against his cool skin.

Unexpectedly, the minute Finarfin pulled away to break the kiss and travelled to your neck, the intrusion of something sharp with a slight burn happened. You didn’t expect it to feel like you were being split in half, but when you remember what his cock looked and felt like, it all made sense to feel that way. Your breath was caught in your throat the more he slid in, pushing inches of him deeper until he came to an abrupt stop, and you felt a hand gripping you by the throat and yanking you out of Finarfin’s grasp to meet his rock–hard chest. The look of annoyance on his brother’s face was priceless as he visibly sagged.

“I need you to breath for me, Y/N,” he panted laboriously into your ear. “You’re squeezing me here…”

You didn’t expect him to moan so sinfully into your ear, wet lips touching the shell and breathing against it. His hand remained firmly around your neck, giving a gentle squeeze as he waited for you to relax. “Come on love, breath for me. Just like that…good girl,” he commended before easing the rest of the way in until he bottomed out. “You’re doing so well for me.”

Kissing the shell of your ear as he remained still, his lips ran along the length of your neck until he came to the same spot where Finarfin was about to kiss.

“What a killjoy you are, indeed, brother,” Finarfin snapped, clearly irritated and ready to snatch you out of his brother’s hold. “Lift her a bit, please.”

Following the order, Finarfin was able to cease the moment he had been waiting for from the very start of the day and run the tip of his cock through your folds before he was wrapped around your warmth. Golden curls haphazardly lying across the bed, he looked like he was transcended into heaven at the enclosure of your warmth and tightness, even the slight texture of his brother’s cock through the thin barrier added stimulation, but none topped your grip. You were holding to him for dear life as though he would slip out and the fingers digging into your hips were evidence.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Eru, Y/N! What the hell are you doing to me?!” he shouted with the feeling of his head being squeezed with every passing second. The sounds of his pathetic whines could compete with yours the longer he remained buried in you unmoving. The pressure was immeasurable, and he wasn’t sure if he would be able to hold out as planned to demonstrate his skills and take the win, but he was damn sure he wasn’t going down with making a move.

The paralysing sensation of being trapped in Fingolfin’s sturdy arms while he was panting against your neck as his brother breached and the sudden tightness escalated was hot. You didn’t know a man could sound so sexy when he struggled to compose himself due to the overwhelming pressure. Loving the feel of what your body could do, through the feeling of being stuffed, you managed to clench your muscles for playful intentions and clamped them even tighter than they could imagine. It was then you discovered your playtime was over and you were now in their playing field.

The hand around your neck tightened and a firm tug was given, “You thought that was funny, didn’t you?” he groaned and began gyrating his hips to open you up some more. “You enjoy laughing at us a lot and goading…I would like to see you do that when we’re through with you.”

It was as though a snap was heard at the sound of his words before you were pushed into Finarfin’s hold, still held onto and balancing on your hands, as the sensation of their cocks moving at the same pace occurred. You didn’t understand what was happening at first as the first slide of their robust cock moved in sync, slowly, to induce your cries. Your body trembled and pushed into the motion, wanting more when you could only take so little. Their weight and length combined were too much for your insides to take, but your mind was goading you into being delusional about taking more than you could handle.

The sensation was rippling across your body when they switched up their pace, Fingolfin and Finarfin out, pounding away at your insides and rearranging what little of you was left. You didn’t know if they were attempting to get you under their control, but there wasn’t the need for such dedication when you already were from the first slide in. Your insides were crying from the frantic and fervent thrusting they each delivered, each carrying its own signature. Fingolfin had the power to knock the very wind out of your chest while Finarfin had technique as his gifted curvature of a cock was able to reach that one spot and make you see stars within the first few thrusts.

Scrambling to grip the bedsheets beside his head, careful not to tug on his curls, your back was painfully being arched to properly meet the powerful and sturdy thrusts of the ebony–haired God from behind. His cock bullied your insides, sliding in and out gracefully alongside his devoted brother who made use of your well–formed position to purposefully make you fold into his arms.

“Are you laughing now, Y/N?” the ebony–haired elf behind you asked, fingers curling around your neck to experience your walls squeezing him and his brother so perfectly. “Come on love, make a little sound.”

Heading you with his self–confident grin, the last look you would expect to witness on his face as he enjoyed the sensation of finally being able to shut you up. Much to your wishes, you truly couldn’t say much from all the differences you were experiencing at the same time. Were you supposed to bark, scream, howl, mewl, meow? You didn’t know what sound to make but it surely wasn’t laughter.

Impatient at the length of time you were taking to respond, Fingolfin tugged your head backwards to meet his darkened eyes and ignored the discomforting arch he placed you in. Leaning in to ghost his lips over yours, he irritated, “You have something you want to tell us, darling? Just a little sound, a laugh perhaps, princess.”

At the end of his words there was a dark chuckle falling from the lips of another you wouldn’t expect it from. The sensation of his teasing hands sliding off your waistline and rushing between your bodies latched onto your clit and rolling it between his fingers, earned them the songs they wanted. “That’s more like it,” he praised and continued twirling it around, marvelling at the jolts in your body. “If we’re going to be performing our best, you should give us your best screams.”

Your lungs felt like they were ready to give out from the laborious panting. Your chest heaved like you were catch in a fight for your life. Two ferocious males trapped in your garden of Eden and doing their best to make paradise. Whimpering out his name as he chastised you, your eyes crossed at the random switch up of their dynamics. “Ñ-Ñolo, too d–deep. Slo–...Slow down ughhh!”

It was all fun and games for them as they pushed and pulled against your muscles, loving the natural stimulation your body provided to them whenever they applied pressure the right way. A clench around their cock here and there and the beautiful sight of your lips gripping their cock, never wanting them to leave. To put the cream atop their cake, you ensured that every time Finarfin entered and left, you smeared your cream around his cock, a sight that became visible to his brother and left him eager to make his cock appear the same with his cum.

The turbulent tugging of their cock abusing your insides, battering against your sweet spot and moulding your insides to remember their shape was knocking you off your feet. Your head was swimming in the pool of ecstasy and feeling dumbfounded by their cocks. Such weight and robustness, placing more pressure on the inner walls led them to be held in such vice grips, almost inescapable. For a moment, they could have swore they were being sucked in on their own without making a single thrust. Just the marvelous beauty of what you were capable of—the perfect reason to keep wanting more. Your essence was a drug they got hooked on the deeper they travelled.

You couldn’t believe that you had managed to have two Princes wrapped around your finger like this, desperate to prove who was the best fuck. It was even fortunate to learn that you hadn’t a clue who would win when all you were focused on was the need to cum. Your fingers curling into the sheets, tugging aggressively and adding smaller fissures into the tears already left was noticed by Finarfin. His blue eyes twinkled at the sight of the sheet being torn and laughed at your intensity. When he assumed he was being too much, here you were, demolishing the palace property.

“You’re so needy, Y/N,” he commented. “Look at how desperately you’re behaving over our cocks. Is that any way for a Lady to behave?”

“S–Shut up—ah!” Your eyes rolling into your head at the sudden pinch to your clit was a silent warning to be nice. Following the actions of his brother, Fingolfin dipped his head to your spine and left a trail of kisses along your sweaty skin and mutely laughed at your squirming. Yet, he refused to stop when he enjoyed your reactions. “Too much, Ñolo!”

“Too much? I thought you wanted the both of us, love.” Reaching his other hand afront to grope at your breast and tweak your nipples, he pretended to act innocent as he repeated the same thing to the other side. “Is this too much, or do you want more?” Whining as he pinched and tugged at your nipples, rolling the buds around his fingers, it didn’t help when Finarfin stretched his neck to latch his mouth to the free nipple and gave a harsh suck.

“Ah, fuck, fuck! Come on, come on, come on—ngghh!” You tossed your head backwards and knocked it against Fingolfin’s shoulder at the relentless onslaughter you chose to suffer. Eru. This was a mixture between a massacre and paradise. The urge to push them away but pull them closer was confusing when the pleasure was beyond breathtakingly euphoric. You were being tormented and pleasured at the same time.

Swirling his tongue around your nipple, Finarfin was having a ball of a time driving you insane alongside his brother. Biting and flicking the nub, he moved in sync with his fingers as they rubbed at your bundle of nerves, desperately, to get you off. Both he and Fingolfin could already sense it, your high was close to the increase in your moans and the incomprehensible nonsense you were muttering. Nothing that tumbled from your lips was their tongue or any tongue for a matter of fact. They couldn’t tell if you were here among them or elsewhere, all they knew was that you were close and ready to wrap them in an infinite warmth they couldn’t find anywhere else.

Holding onto you as the pressure increased and your pitch grew, your hands flew from the bedsheets to latch onto Fingolfin’s hair, giving his firm tugs. With immediate response, he removed his hand around your neck and rushed to cup your lower abdomen, pressing his hand against the protruding bump and adding stimulation to your sweet spot.

“Ooooh! Fuck! Right thereee—” whining at the additional touch of stimulation, your body bowed into his chest and away from Finarfin’s lips as a wave of pleasure manifested and rocked your body violently, sending you into another realm and back with a blank expression.

Your body lulled in his arms while still being pleasured by them, though, had it not been for the out–of–body experience, the sounds of groaning being emitted from Finarfin first would not have reached your ears. His hips twitched and spasmed, hands gripping his hips leaving indents of his position as he felt the heat that was pooling in his stomach becoming unbearable. It wasn’t much he could do to hold out before the stillness of his hips and head being flung into the depths of the mattress as he released a mellow groan at the flooding of his cum in your walls. Aware of the aftermath of both you and his brother, Fingolfin took it upon himself to gently withdraw his cock from your body whilst keeping your body within his hold and jerking himself to finish. He wasn’t far behind his brother, only the motion of a few fancy flicks of his wrists and firm squeezes to the base of his cock before a deeper grunt was emitted and the clear signs of his cum sprayed across the base of your spine and your ass.

Allowing you to fall atop Finarfin, Fingolfin was quick to throw his body next to you two as he found himself feeling slightly energetic instead of weary. Glancing over to catch sight of you two, he caught your eyes giving him a hazy look and a lopsided grin while Finarfin was staring at the canopy, out of it. The silent ambience washed over your three, already forgetting that an hour had more than passed and you three were in for it whenever you returned.

A lazy hand from Fingolfin joined his brother’s and rubbed your back in a soothing circle, basking in the aftermath of your bliss. Though he was the first to break the comforting silence. “How are you feeling?”

Your lips stretched into a Cheshire grin, prompting you to lift your head off Finarfin’s chest and laugh. “Honestly, it was better than expected,” you started, watching the brothers’ faces lift into pleased smiles at your compliment, “but I believe I still have enough energy for another round.”

Finarfin’s face was the first to fall into a knowing expression. “Couldn’t choose a winner?”

“Maybe,” you mused and rolled off Finarfin to lie in the middle of both brothers. “But as far as I’m aware, I can’t get enough of either of you.”

Face morphing into a smug expression, Fingolfin bit his lips at the idea of spending more time than he originally planned, to prove himself skilled. “Well, I can’t complain about this route, at least I’ll be showing off my dancing skills I’ll be demonstrating again for the ball.”

“Who knows, perhaps another dance like this might occur on the night. I say let us spend the rest of the day practising,” suggested the Finarfin, rotating his body to inch closer to yours and already placing a hand on your thigh.

“Splendid idea. Let us not waste a second then.”

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Finrod I like it when you put your mouth all over me 😏

“I will never understand your obsession with my mouth along with me biting you,” Finrod chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered. “But allow me to continue pleasing you,” before pressing a gentle kiss followed by a soft nibble to your neck.

[furious-haste-of-malice]

rare pair bingo

⸙ Prompt: Glory hole | Fëanor x Finarfin ⸙ Synopsis: Fëanor learns something new about Finarfin's hobbies - and himself. ⸙ Warnings: Smut, glory hole (yes, really ;)), oral sex, incest (half-brothers) ⸙ Triple drabble | AO3

It was improper for him to be dissatisfied when he already had a wonderful wife and many children. 

And yet Fëanáro found that one ancient desire remained unfulfilled: The desire to be taken himself, to be used until he had been filled with another's seed time and time again, until he couldn't take it anymore. 

It was improper for him to harbour such desires as the crown prince of the Noldor. 

And yet Fëanáro continued to dream and to want. 

For those like him who wished to indulge beneath the veil of anonymity, Irmo had built houses of pleasure of Lórien. Fëanáro had taken a liking to the one that had many small rooms, each with its own entrance and separated in the middle by a plain wall with a hole in it. His task was simple: To service the guests on the other side. 

He loved it. 

Today he was presented with a particularly lovely cock, big, well-shaped and proudly erect. Fëanáro took it in his mouth with utmost eagerness, thinking nothing of the golden curls at its base. 

But then he heard a moan from the other side of the wall, a familiar voice. One he would recognise anywhere. 

It was Arafinwë.

Fëanáro knew he should stop immediately. He knew he should be disgusted. Yet he couldn't stop sucking that wonderful, delicious cock, his lips and tongue silently begging for seed. 

Another moan. Arafinwë sounded lovely like this. Fëanáro reached for his balls, heavy and tightening already, and began to massage them. 

He was sucking off his half-brother and it was wrong, but it felt so good. Nay, the fact that it was forbidden turned him on even more. In that moment, he wanted this cock above all others. 

When Arafinwë came in his mouth, Fëanáro smiled triumphantly.

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[elficially-done-with-life]

On A Warm Summer Evening

Pairing: Finarfin x fem!reader

Warning: sexual content

Summary: After being in love with each other for a long time, Finarfin and you decide that it is finally time to take the next step.

A/N: I love Finarfin so much, but even after searching for a long time, I wasn't able to find any x reader fic with him, that had sexual content (maybe I was just to stupid to find it, though, so please tell me if you know any) so I decided to just write one myself. Hope you like it <333

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It was your and Finarfin's first time and you talked and thought about it for a long time because he wanted to be sure that you were really ready to take this step. After all, it also meant that you would marry him.

But you had never been so sure about anything as you were now. You wanted him. Everything of him.

So, on a warm summer evening, Finarfin and you had retired to his room. Everything started very slowly. At first you only exchanged gentle kisses and he held your hands tightly in his.

Then he had slowly and carefully begun to remove your clothes while you slipped his robe off his body. You realised that he had already undone some of the buttons to make removing his clothes much easier for you. You were thankful for that, since you hands had started to shake a bit in excitement.

He gently kissed your eyelids. "Still sure you want this?" he asked gently.

"More than sure," you said, and without hesitation you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.

His fingers slid carefully over your exposed bare skin. His fingertips tickled as they stroked along your sides and you let out a soft giggle, which was slightly muffled as your lips continued to move against each other.

You too reached out to explore the skin of your dear Finarfin. It was softer than you had imagined and it made you press closer to him so that your breasts softly pressed against his chest.

Finarfin let out a soft moan and broke the kiss to catch his breath.

His cheeks were flushed, you were sure yours were too, and his eyes were shining with excitement.

His hands found their way to your cheeks and he gently rested his forehead against yours. "I am so glad to have you, Vanimelda."

You kissed him gently. "So am I to have you."

He chuckled, but unlike usual, there was nervousness in his chuckle.

His eyes slowly travelled over to his bed and then met yours again. When he noticed your gaze, he reddened even more.

"Maybe we should- "He nodded over to the bed. "I think that would be more comfortable for you- but if you want to stay standing, that would be fine with me too!"

It was somehow reassuring to know that Finarfin was just as nervous as you were.

It wasn't a bad nervousness, because you knew he was one of the best and morst trust-worthy people you ever met, but rather an excited nervousness. Because even though you had been together for a while now, you had never been so vulnerable in front of each other.

"No, that was a good idea." You pulled on Finarfin's arm so that he would follow you to the bed.

You lay down carefully and he crawled over you. A few strands of his blond hair tickled your bare skin and made you feel a little less nervous.

"I think this is best for the first time." he said a little sheepishly and gestured to the position you were currently in. "At least that is what Nõlofinwë told me." He looked embaressed to the side. "I asked him for advice, you know."

You reached out a hand and placed it gently on his cheek, making him look at you again. "I think that is the best position to start with, too. We can always try something else in the future." You put extra emphasis on the word future, which Finarfin didn't miss, judging by the soft smile that now shone on his lips.

Carefully, as if he was afraid one wrong move could hurt you, Finarfin slipped a hand between your legs. The feeling of his hands slowly approaching your clit and tickling the insides of your legs was overwhelmingly beautiful.

You spread your legs apart so that Finarfin found space between them.

You felt a growing warmth between your legs, and your heartbeat quickened even more than it had before.

As his fingers drew closer to your center, your breath hitched and you stared with fascination at his fingers.

Finarfin's touch was delicate and he hesitated for a moment, his eyes fixed on yours, seeking reassurance.

You gave him a gentle nod, encouraging him to continue.

Finarfin's fingers finally reached your clit, and a soft gasp escaped your lips as his fingers started to gently caress the soft and sensitive skin there.

His touch was careful at first because he didn't wish to overwhelm you. He traced his fingers along the outside of your outer lips, teasing you a little.

You felt a heat pooling deep within you, and a sweet ache began to spread through your body that you had never felt before.

Finarfin's gaze found yours, as if he wanted to see if he was doing it right.

Although you were only able to nod at him, your expression already spoke for itself.

Then his fingers became more assertive, sliding deeper into you. With every touch he seemed to get a little braver as he found out where he had to touch you to make you moan or whimper softly.

Over time, Finarfin's breathing became heavier and he leaned down and pressed another kiss to your lips. The kiss was still gentle, but way more passionate now.

He let his forehead rest against yours while his touch became more urgent and he started to move faster.

You could feel his hot breath on your lips.

Your fingers found their way to his upper arms and you clung to Finarfin while the climax approached.

"Arafinwë!" you exclaimed breathlessly. You hadn't even thought about saying his name. It just seemed like it was a natural reaction of you.

Finarfin's movements intensified, his fingers finding the right spots almost perfectly.

The feeling was overwhelming, sending shivers down your spine.

And then you reached the climax. Your fingers almost lost the hold they had on Finarfin's arms.

For a few seconds you just lay there, your heavy breathing the only sound in the room.

Then Finarfin carefully pulled his fingers out of you again, causing you to whimper softly.

One of his hands gently stroked your hair back and he kissed you soundly on the forehead.

"Would you like to carry on, or would you rather wait?" he asked gently, kissing you on the forehead. "That seems to have exhausted you a little and I would hate to hurt you, Melda."

You shook your head and caressed his cheek with your knuckles. "I want to continue," you whispered, still a little dazed. "I want to feel you even closer, Arafinwë. Please."

He laughed softly and gently kissed the tip of your nose. "How could I ever say no to you."

His hands found their way to your head and held it tenderly as Finarfin's lips found yours again.

His body pressed against yours and it was incredible to feel so much of his soft skin against yours. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

"Melda?" he asked softly against your lips.

"Yes?" you asked, already out of breath again.

"Before we take this step, I want you to know that I love you." he whispered gently.

You sighed lovingly. "Oh Arafinwë, I never doubted that. I love you too."

Then his lips were soft on yours again and one of his hands moved slowly down to your hip, while the other remained buried deep in your hair.

You could feel how hard Finarfin was as he pressed himself carefully more against you.

His lips parted from yours and he asked softly, "Ready?", his eyes searching yours for understanding.

Without hesitation, you nodded, unable to speak a word. Your heart pounded in your chest, as quickly as it had beaten when you had kissed for the first time.

Finarfin's lips met yours again, and the world around seemed to fade.

Then you felt him slowly and carefully slide his length between your folds.

It was almost impossible to describe what you were feeling because it was so much at the same time.

Just the idea of being so close to Finarfin was incredible and was only surpassed by the actual feeling you had as he slowly filled you.

You were sure he wasn't fully in yet when he stopped.

"Arafinwë?" you asked, but your voice was hoarse as your walls stretched around him, trying to adjust to his size, for he was much larger than his fingers had been.

"Melda." he whispered softly, "How does it feel? Is everything all right?"

You nodded slowly. "We can go on slowly." you whispered to him. "I just need to get used to it. Maybe- maybe it would be good if you took a short- short break when- when you are all the way in. Just for a moment."

"No problem. As long as you are okay." His hand still lingering in your hair began to gently massage over your scalp. "I will go on slowly now. Please tell me if anything hurts or is uncomfortable."

You nodded as your heart overflowed with love for your Finarfin, who was only ever concerned about you but hardly ever thought about himself.

Slowly he pushed himself deeper into you and soon he seemed to be completely inside you.

He paused and his eyes darted to your face, apparently to see how you were feeling.

Now that his whole length was inside you, it took your body a few seconds to get used to the feeling, and even though it was a little uncomfortable at first, it was also a nice feeling to know that a part of Finarfin was buried so deep inside of you.

And as your walls slowly got used to being stretched like this, it was one of the best things you'd ever felt.

You nudged your nose gently against his, eliciting a slightly strained but happy smile. "We can continue, my dear."

Finarfin began to move slowly inside you and your hands found their way to his back, where they clung as he moved back and forth inside you.

At first only soft whimpers escaped your mouth, but soon loud moans filled the air and you weren't quite sure who of you was making what sound.

Then faster than you had expected, you reached your peak for the second time that day, just before Finarfin reached his own.

You could hear him breathing heavily as he cuddled up to you and nuzzled his nose against your cheek.

His hot breath brushed across your face, but you weren't really able to do more than lay in the warmth you had created and catch your breath.

You had never felt anything like this before, but you were glad that you had had this experience with Finarfin.

A few minutes passed and as you were almost dozing off, Finarfin whispered, "You are perfect, you know that?"

You turned your head so that your lips were only a few centimetres apart. "So are you. Believe me, so are you."

"I love you." he whispered softly and then added with a joyful smile, "We are married now, remember?"

And all of a sudden it hit you again. Sex equals marriage. You were married.

"I could not be happier, husband," you laughed and had just enough strength to wrap your arms around his neck.

Finarfin also wrapped his arms around you. "And how happy I am, my beloved wife."

[thelordofgifs]

the salt of the sea

For @that-angry-noldo - happy birthday, beloved! Getting to know you has been such a highlight of this past year and I love you SO SO MUCH. Keep being kind and funny and talented and always correct about everything, and thank you for being such a wonderful friend <3

Rating: E

Relationship: Finarfin/Eärwen

Words: 2k

They had not known quite where to begin. Kissing was familiar by this stage – even easy, one might say, although when Finarfin’s hand was at her waist or his warm mouth was on hers or her face was buried in his neck, easy was the last word that came to Eärwen’s mind. But they had learned at least that he liked very much for her to tug at his long fair hair as they kissed, and that it made her shiver with uncontrollable delight when he trailed his mouth down the curve of her neck.

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if you are still taking dark romance prompts, maybe you could do desire/ownership for finarfin/eönwë?

AN: Sure thing! Hope you like this one ^^

dark romance prompts

♡ prompt: desire ~ Finarfin x Eönwë ♡ synopsis: Eönwë has withdrawn from his favorite Elven companion for suspicious reasons. Finarfin longs for him. ♡ warnings: nsft, horny daydreams, slight breeding kink ♡ short oneshot (~700 words)

Eönwë had withdrawn from him recently, and Arafinwë found himself quite despondent. 

The explanation for not joining him for sparring sessions had been vague allusions to his duties as chief of the Maiar and herald of the Elder King, but the way the Maia had avoided his gaze and nervously folded and unfolded his twitching wings made him increasingly suspicious. 

Arafinwë sat in his garden by himself, his sword discarded in the grass. Practising alone would be less effective without Eönwë's instructions – or so he had convinced himself – and besides that it was significantly less enjoyable without him. 

The truth was that he, youngest of the Noldorin princes, had grown rather *fond* of the herald, looking forward to every message delivered and every friendly sparring session, a regular tradition they had developed after forging what Arafinwë hoped was an amiable connection; though admittedly, it was more than that to him. 

He often dreamed of warm, white feathers, windswept locks and a strong body writhing underneath him. Eönwë was beautiful, yet too proper and innocent for his sharp eyes to see the way the prince looked at him. Arafinwë had considered challenging him to a duel a few times, demanding a favour as his prize, but unlike his older brothers he was neither confident nor prideful enough to attempt such a feat; he knew in his heart that he would never win an actual fight against the mightiest warrior of the Maiar. 

Even so, he continued to imagine the impossible, pictured himself throwing Eönwë down and having his way with him, defeated yet willing. 

As if summoned by his awakening desire, Arafinwë spotted two small birds flying and hopping around one another in a nearby tree. He watched their playful courtship for a while, until finally one landed on a branch and let itself be mounted by its partner. 

*Mating season, I suppose.* 

It had been an errant, offhand thought, yet as soon as it came into his mind, it remained there. Arafinwë blinked when he suddenly had an epiphany: Maybe Eönwë's strange behaviour and absence had an entirely different reason, neither what he had stated nor anything that might have happened between them, but rather a peculiar feature of his nature and current form. Over the years he had noticed many bird-like quirks, and the Maia had freely admitted to sharing a close connection with these creatures as a being of air and skies himself. 

The realisation did little to soothe Arafinwë's longing; rather it filled him with renewed desire, more intense than before. The thought that Eönwë, as sweet and caring as he was, had removed himself from his company to ensure he wouldn't do anything improper was touching, and the thought that he was alone somewhere now, attempting to take care of himself while imagining a lover mating with him like the birds had done was *maddening*. 

Hastily, Arafinwë unlaced his breeches and took himself in hand. Perhaps it was blasphemous to imagine Manwë's hallowed herald thus, on all fours with his shapely backside dutifully presented, but he couldn't help it. He *wanted* it to be true, and most importantly to be the one to take him. 

Stroking himself as if in a frenzy, he imagined a warm, tight, *untouched* passage, strong muscles clenching around his cock, melodious moans accompanying every thrust. He imagined gripping narrow hips to drive himself deeper, pulling Eönwë's hair to make him arch his back in a beautiful curve, holding onto powerful wings until they both soared from pleasure. 

Maybe, a dark part of his mind thought, his Maiarin lover would even lay for him as his master's birds did, present him with a divine heir that was greater than even his father's royal progeny. 

Most of this Arafinwë didn't imagine for the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. The thought of possessing Eönwë thus, his brother-in-arms, teacher and companion, pushed him over the edge, and he spilled his seed all over his hand and into the grass, underneath Yavanna's trees and to the song of Manwë's birds. 

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[caliawen]

𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐨𝐲

Pairing = Finarfin x reader

Genre = mature

General ratings = 18+ (explicit sexual content), fluff, smut

Content warnings = mentions of pregnancy & of birth, mentions of vomiting, oral sex (f!receiving), male masturbation

Reader’s gender = afab!reader, but no ‘explicit’ gender (the only pronoun used to describe reader is ‘you’)

Word count = 1.7k

Notes = yayyy! This is my first ever fanfic, so please be indulgent and leave constructive criticism! Also, melmë means ‘love’

The sun rays caress your skin gently, waking you up from your slumber. You crack open an eye, before smiling. You are cocooned in your bedsheets and you can feel your husband nuzzling his face in your back. You turn around and smile as you see Finarfin grin in his sleep, his sunny mane flowing like rivers of gold on his pillow.

It’s then that you lose your smile as you’re hit by a wave of nausea. You quickly get up and make a run for the bathroom, falling to your knees in front of the toilet.

“For Eru’s sake!” you murmur, a little angry that your morning was ruined by this. You start to vomit, sweating as your body works hard. You distantly hear your husband call out your name worriedly.

“Melmë, are you alright?” He asks, holding your hair back and stroking your back comfortingly.

You smile a little at your husband’s worry and because you’re finished vomiting. You look up at him after you wiped your mouth.

“I’m fine now, my love. It was just morning sickness!” You tell him, trying to ease his worry.

His shoulders relax and he smiles back at you, helping you get up and get to the sink so you could wash out the taste of bile from your mouth.

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You were seated in your bed, head on Finarfin’s shoulder as he hand-fed you, despite your protests.

“My dear, I can feed myself just as well as you!”

“I know, honey, I know. I just want to do it. You deserve to be pampered!” He says, smiling brightly.

You roll your eyes while smiling. Finarfin had gotten even more dotting when your pregnancy started, almost letting you do nothing so that he could do everything. You had to fight him tooth and nail to be able to do certain things on your own, as he seemed dead set on spoiling you. It seemed to get even worse as time passed and as your belly bump grew.

“You know, my love, we could go take a walk in the gardens today. Have a picnic, just you and me..?”

You smiled at your husband, love overflowing your heart as you saw him bite his lip, as if you could refuse such a wonderful date idea. That was one of the things you adored about Finarfin. He never took you for granted and still made efforts to please you, long into your marriage.

“I’d love that, sweetheart!”

~~~

You were seated on a soft and smooth nap on the still damp grass, leaning against a tree. Your legs were stretched out in front of you and Finarfin used that to his advantage. His head was resting on your thighs and he was telling your very pregnant belly a silly story, claiming he was telling the little one so that he would stop kicking you.

“Onece upon a time, there was a very pretty golden bunny that adored carrots! He liked them so much, he ate all the carrots that existed! The bunny was then sad, because there were no carrots left to eat and he realised he was also lonely ; he had no friends. A majestic and beautiful swan then descended from the sky on day, calling out to the bunny. She told him ‘I will give you carrot seeds, bunny, but only if you promise to let your greed rest aside and share the carrots you grow to all the other animals that are starving!’ The bunny, having learned his lesson, accepted the deal. Later, when the carrots were finally ready to be eaten, he shared all of them with the other animals. There was a magnificent crow, a beautiful fox, an enchanting nightingale and a baby lion! No longer famished, all these animals thanked the bunny and promised him that they would come to his aid if he ever needed it. When they were about to go on their way, the bunny called out : ‘Wait!’ The animals turned around and looked at him, confused. The bunny shyly told them : ‘I would like to be your friend, if you would have me!’ The animals all looked at each other, unsure. This bunny was the reason they had starved! But in the end, they accepted. And so, the animals never went hungry again and the bunny wasn’t lonely anymore. The End.”

You giggled at Finarfin’s story, asking him with a raised brow :

“Where do you get your imagination, love?”

“Well, I have the most inspiring muse of all times!” He responded, winking at you.

You both laughed and spent the rest of the afternoon lazily lounging under that tree.

~~~

It was now night, and for someone who had such a lazy day, you were exhausted, to say the least. Finarfin was of course there to take care of you, murmuring terms of endearments to you. Finarfin started to massage you and you relaxed back into his hands. He then started humming a song you didn’t know and you smiled, appreciating his voice. That is, until your baby kicked you hard.

“Ouch! Oh, Eru! You’re going to be the death of me, little one!”

Finarfin chuckled and pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck. While you grumbled, faking being irritated with your baby, Finarfin started leaving gentle bites on your neck and ears. When he sucked upon a particularly sensitive spot, you moaned.

“Ahh, Arafinwë..!”

You yelped when you felt him pick you up and carry you bridal style to your shared bed. He put you down delicately on your back and you looked into his eyes, lust beginning to make heat spread in your body. Your husband took one of your hands in his and kissed your knuckles, while simultaneously disrobing you with the other. When you felt he was taking too long, you took matters into your own hands and finished undressing yourself and started to do the same to your love, who simply looked at you, adoration and devotion pouring out of his eyes and making you want to cry.

When you were both naked, you started to kiss him deeply, hearing and feeling him moan. You lost track of time as you made out with Finarfin, but your pussy was aching to be touched and filled. You pulled back from him and chuckled a little as his mouth followed yours. You looked into his eyes and he seemed to get the message, making you lay down on the bed excitedly. He kissed his way up your legs, passing a particularly long amount of time on the inside of your thighs. Your moans became impatient and louder, frustrated that he was so close but not where you wanted him to be!

You put a hand in his silky locks and pushed him closer to your cunt, practically desperate at this point to have any possible friction on your throbbing pussy. He went happily, moaning as he finally started to eat you out. He did so like a man starved, like your juices could make him a Vala, like this was what his purpose in life was. Your moans increased and they were the only sounds that could be heard, along with the obscene noises of Finarfin’s mouth on your pussy did. At one point, he started to rut into his hand, making him moan and grunt into your cunt, which gave you a delicious kind of pleasure. It wasn’t long before you came, chanting his name over and over, as he also spilled in his hand.

You both laid on the bed, sweaty and tired but feeling satisfied. You closed your eyes as you heard Finarfin get up and going to get a rag, shivering a little as the heat left your body, making you feel cold. You opened your eyes again as you heard Finarfin coming back, already cleaned, and starting to wipe you down with a wet and hot rag. You sighed contently and closed your eyes, Irmo’s calling becoming too insistent to resist. You vaguely heard your husband tell you to have good dreams before you fell asleep.

~~~

You woke up, feeling too hot and uncomfortable. You opened your eyes, moaning in despair as you saw the light of (telperion?) coming in through the curtains. You looked at the ceiling and suddenly tought. ‘Now’. You quickly put yourself in the foetus position as you felt an unbearably painful cramp take hold of your abdomen. You held your tummy as you cried out. This woke up your husband, who you tought called the healers in a strong and powerful voice, as you could mostly just hear your blood being pumped by your frantic heart. The healers arrived, and the rest was a painful and hazy blur, your mind seemingly hiding itself from the pain you felt.

You came back when you heard the first cries of your sweet baby and the healer telling you it was a baby boy that was healthy. The healer gently laid you small child in your awaiting arms, and you cooed at your baby.

“My small and perfect boy…” You realized as you said this that you were crying, Finarfin hugging you and kissing your cheek.

“What will his amilissë be, my love?” He gently asked you, like he was afraid of startling you.

You smiled adoringly, thinking back to the dream you had of the name of your child.

“His amilissë shall be Findaráto.”

Your husband smiled at you lovingly, before turning his eyes back to your child.

“Well hello, Findaráto.. I think your ataressë will be Ingoldo..”

Finarfin then looked back at you.

“What a beautiful name you chose for our son! He even inherited your beauty!”

You snorted, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

“He has your hair and your beautiful eyes, my dear.” You said, grinning.

“Well, he has your nose, your ears and your hands.”

“How could you know if he has my hands? His are so tiny!”

“I just know it, melmë. Call it father instinct!”

You snort again, smiling softly at your husband. Finarfin smiles back, before leaning in and kissing you on the lips, softly. He then looks down as your precious son yawns.

“Welcome to our family, Findaráto… our little bundle of joy.”

End notes = I know that in canon, Ingoldo is Finrod’s amilissë and Findaráto is ataressë, but I wanted to change it up, sooo I did. Also, ataressë means ‘father name’ and amilissë ‘mother name’.

[that-angry-noldo]

hm. couldn't sleep last night, so have some finarfin/eönwë smut

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

how silm characters react to the fandom

Feanaro: gets way too involved way too quickly, has multiple troll accounts and blocks anyone who sa-si’s.

Nerdanel: can’t really use technology but thinks it’s kind of fun.

Maitimo: instant anxiety attack. Is morbidly fascinated by all the russingon smut. Thinks the Fingon content is sweet. Loves kidnap fam.

Maglor: follows nails-in-my-wall. Immediately starts shitposting about his family. Uncertain why half the fandom thinks he’s a crab.

Celegorm: Deleted his account when he realised Finrod got more rep than him. His new account only is on the low down.

Caranthir: embezzling fanartists somehow. No moral compass.

Curufin: found silvergifting, had a heart attack.

Nolofinwë: Anaire keeps complimenting all the art of him and he’s getting flustered.

Fingon: obsessively saves artwork of Maedhros. Ironically endorses the posts calling him a posh asshole.

Aredhel: gets so much closure from all the online support.

Turgon: disproportionately annoyed by one (1) person who said he was insensitive.

Finarfin: always brings up the youngsters on the internet who think he’s a good king.

Finrod: thinks he’s not famous enough. Works to remedy that.

Aegnor: wonders why everyone thinks he owns and frequently uses a hair straightener; cries over every artwork of him and Andreth.

Galadriel: no one knows and it’s frankly disturbing.

Elrond: periodically censors posts using him as a moral compass. Offers hugs to everyone who reblogged that one post.

[doodle-pops]

Modern AU: CEO! Finarfin

SFW and NSFW Headcanons

A/N: Back again with another Modern AU headcanon (you probably thought I gave it up). The last one I did was for the Sugar Daddies, I had a hard time deciding if I should have done one for Finarfin (maybe a next time)...here's CEO! Finarfin to continue this Modern AU.

Modern AU Masterlist

SFW

CEO! Finarfin who…inherited the smallest share of his father’s company after the will was read and turned out to have the most successful business ever. More successful than Feanor and easily surpassed him in the markets with a grand welcome of deals and shares. His company ran the most prolonged, longer than his father's rule.

CEO! Finarfin who…was pleased to hire you as his forensic accountant and was blown away by your credentials. There wasn’t an area on your resume that showed you being incapable of anything. This pushed him to have you as his certified forensic accountant, not wanting to have anyone else sort out all his financial reports. He needed someone with vast skills who could keep up with his business work etiquette, and you had them all.

CEO! Finarfin who…asks for you to do background research on all of the companies before he makes a deal or co-signs with them. He respects your words and looks forward to your guidance, believing in your final say about companies, their work ethics and financial history. He doesn’t have the need to consult another accountant to clarify if the data acquired is true or false.

CEO! Finarfin who…not only loves your advice in business but also in life. He looks forward to the motivational words you give him whenever he’s stressed out by his eldest brother or family problems. There are moments during meetings you would notice the stress and make a few comments here and there to relieve himself and have a break. Other times, when the meeting is over or midway, the conversation changes outside of work matters.

CEO! Finarfin who…also insists that you tag along to lunch because you do so much for him, way out of your job description, thus you deserve some time off to take away his stress (that is if you are living nearby and not overseas).

CEO! Finarfin who…can’t help but feel touched by the extra distance you’re willing to go and can’t help but wonder what your motives were. Were you trying to get closer to him because it wasn’t the first time someone attempted, plus, he was a single desirable bachelor? Many were lining up for his hand in marriage. Or were you genuinely sincere towards him? He hoped the latter, he did fancy you.

CEO! Finarfin who…takes the chance to ask you out for dinner one day out of the blue and almost walked into his office door after you told him yes. You saw the natural radiant beam of light shine out from him when realised he still had his game and charm.

NSFW

CEO! Finarfin who…takes the opportunity to bring you to his company whenever face-to-face meetings are being held. Sometimes, the chauffeur will retrieve you before him at Finarfin’s request just to have you sit and wait for his return after a morning jog. When he comes in, he’s wearing a simple thin tee and sweatpants that do not hide his physique. Thus, you are caught drooling at his body and he takes notice.

CEO! Finarfin who…loves to hold you close when kissing you so you could feel the outline of his physique through his shirt and shiver at the close contact. He runs his own hands up and down your body as the kiss escalates and lifts you onto his table to press his bulge into your core. The little gasp you would make just turns him into a little demon who walks you over to his sofa and allow you to grind over his crotch.

CEO! Finarfin who…would unbutton your shirt as you’re making out in his office and leave a litter of hickeys around your chest and neck and send you back to the accountant firm, with at least the top two buttons undone, hot and bothered. He knows that your underwear was soaked and was itching to have it off, but he’s a patient person.

CEO! Finarfin who…waits until you’ve both returned to his home, where he presses you against the walls to have his way. A passionate lover who has you speaking in tongues — he’s that good. King of aftercare and indulges in shower sex and morning sex. He tends to have more energy in the morning, so his pace is faster.

CEO! Finarfin who…doesn’t take the chance of fucking you in his office when you visit because he’s always busy and anyone could walk in, so he prefers his house. He does take back his word when he’s stressed out by his elder brother’s competitive behaviour, and you’re around to save the day with a blowjob under his desk and then riding him like no tomorrow. He lost his mind at your actions and didn’t hesitate to bend you over his desk, whispering in your ear about how good you were always for him.

CEO! Finarfin who…hates to use you as a stress reliever but loves how you feel around him when he’s stressed. His senses are heightened so he seeks you to dispel his tiredness with a nice rough fuck. Prefers when you call him affectionate names with the exception of ‘Sir’, it gets you bent over any surface. Hates and loves when you run your hand through his hair or tug him by his collar and call him Sir.

CEO! Finarfin who…invests in buying you pretty lingerie because he’s a sucker for them and loves the way you look. He’s torn between taking you in them and ripping them off your body, either way, you’re always getting a new stock. He acts like your sugar daddy even though you can more than afford the same things he purchases for you (he just wants to spoil you). Once you dropped the comment and he just raised a brow and smirked because he knew how true it was.

CEO! Finarfin who…fucks you a little rougher than usual whenever he meets with his family and complains the entire night about them as he’s fucking you — it’s the one time he’s very rough and doesn’t let you have any control. You’re literally his personal stress reliever.

CEO! Finarfin who…calls you ‘his baby’ and enjoys taking you to events, loving to see you decked out in the finest jewellery and clothes. His heart swells even more with the realisation that he’s more than just spoiling you and treating you like his sugar baby, he fancies you. Later on, asks for you to officially move in with him and make things official between you two.

Masterlist

Taglist: @spidergirla5 @lilmelily @eunoiaastralwings @noldorinpainter @ranhanabi777 @someoneinthestars @mysticmoomin @aconstructofamind @rain-on-my-umbrella @the-phantom-of-arda @singleteapot @wandererindreams @asianbutnotjapanese @ilu-stripes @justellie17 @justjane @silverose365 @bunson-burner

[lovefairymina]

Finrod I know we are in the middle of the woods but can you like take off your clothes?

Like a deer in lights, Finrod remained frozen with the expectation that you were being comical. However, his inaudible chuckles disappeared at the seriousness of the tension. “You’re being serious? You want me to just...undress in the middle of the forest?”

Darting his eyes left, then right, he cleared his throat before speaking up once more. “Why don't we find a hot spring where undressing would be more suitable.”

[whovianofmidgard]

Tagged by @thescrapwitch , thank you so much!

THE RULES: Make a poll with the titles of all your current WIPs. For whichever one wins, write 300 words and share a snippet if you want.

I'm gonna throw in some WIP titles I haven't even written anything for, 'cos after I'm done with the Silm Smut Week prompts I'll need to start on something new anyway.

no pressure tags: @meadowlarkx @thecoolblackwaves @dreamingthroughthenoise @jouissants @deadqueernoldor @glorf1ndel

[thelordofgifs]

End of Year Fic Recs

Thank you @sallysavestheday for the tag and the kind rec 💕

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Five WIPS from 2023:

we will make this place our home by @leucisticpuffin. 200k, AU, kidnap fam. The loveliest softest 1970s AU! It feels like reading all my favourite cozy childhood books and the characterisation is impeccable (Maglor my DARLING). Cannot recommend enough.

seabird by @welcomingdisaster. 24k, AU, russingon. "Give me a quick russingon prompt for smut week," Lena said. I obliged. This happened. Anyway the dynamics are so so good and the characterisation is so so good (Maedhros you little IDIOT) and the suspense!! is so good!! Everyone go and read it immediately.

ashes, ashes, dust to dust — the devil's after both of us by @that-angry-noldo. 9k, AU, Finarfin and Maedhros and Maglor. Maedhros and Maglor come up with a plan to capture the High King of the Noldor in return for the Silmaril. SUCH good m&m (I am a single-issue voter ok!) and incredible Finarfin/Eonwe dynamics as well, I cannot wait to see where this fic goes next.

Atandil by @eilinelsghost. 105k, canon compliant, Finrod/Bëor. The best worldbuilding, THE most gorgeous flowing heartrending prose, absolutely incredible characterisation... I am so so obsessed with this series you can't imagine. Still weeping over part 14 a month later.

And Love Grew by @polutrope. 8k, canon compliant, kidnap fam. A newer WIP, but I'm already so hooked! So far the characterisations of all the Fëanorians have been delicious and there are SO many compelling OCs as well.

Five one-shots from 2023:

Sea-Bells and Sunlight by @actual-bill-potts. 4.5k, canon compliant, Finrod and Lúthien and Beren. Lúthien finds both Finrod and Beren in the Halls of Mandos. LOVE the shifting dreamlike nature of Mandos here, and my darling Lúthien is so so perfect. Also all the Finrod feels... aahhh.

Somewhere To Return To by @searchingforserendipity25. 4k, canon compliant, Maedhros and Maglor, russingon. Just the softest loveliest most heartbreaking post-Thangorodrim fic. LetMaedhrosNap2k23.

the world to come by @arrivisting. 4k, AU, Fëanor/Nerdanel. A chilling imagining of Arda Remade, featuring some incredible Fëanor characterisation and the most gorgeous beautiful prose.

Quicksilver by @clothonono. 26k, AU, Indis/Míriel. Beautiful beautiful writing and wonderful characterisation. One of the fics that made me adore Indis.

What Will the Kinslayer Lord Do Next? by @tanoraqui. 3k, canon compliant, Maedhros and Maglor. Ok this is a spin-off of The Minstrel and the Star which you should also read because it's excellent but. again. SINGLE-ISSUE VOTER. and this is a top-tier m&m fic, all that tenderness and grief and bitterness and some delicious musings on the Oath and Silmarils.

Five older fics:

and one man, in his time, plays many parts by @lintamande. Canon compliant, Maglor and his younger brothers. One of my favourite Mithrim-era fics.

seven years of holidays by @jouissants. 10k, AU, kidnap fam. Elrond and Elros find a strange elf in the woods. Excellent kidnap fam dynamics and absolutely beautiful prose.

A reason to live (a reason it is not permissible to die) by Chestnut_pod. 27k, canon compliant, Eärendil/Elwing. Absolutely incredible Sirion worldbuilding and a wonderful depiction of Elwing.

elves, once by @ceescedasticity. 43k, canon compliant. THE most horrifyingly plausible theory of how orcs came to be. Both heartbreaking and fascinating.

It's the New World, Darling by @avantegarda. 107k, AU. A truly delightful 19th-20th century AU of the silm. Nothing makes me laugh as much as Victorian!Fëanorians.

Five self-recs:

The hard bit!

Ilimbë. 15k, canon compliant, Fëanor/Nerdanel. I still think this is the best thing I've ever written! Check it out if you're interested in Greek mythology, or in baby Fëanor making an idiot of himself.

the fairest stars. 78k, AU, Maedhros & Maglor, russingon, Beren/Lúthien and more. Probably my favourite of my fics, if not objectively my best. I know I love to hate on tfs for being completely insane, but I'm also pretty proud of it. It's got some of my best m&m, a rather in-depth exploration of the nuances of the Oath of Fëanor, and SO SO MANY cliffhangers. A silly bullet point fic that is also somehow the one I've put the most thought and effort into over the year.

in the breaking. 2k, canon compliant, Maedhros & Maglor. Still very fond of this one.

Inflection. 9k, canon compliant, kidnap fam. A very difficult one to write, but I'm proud of the result.

The Stranger. 928 words, canon compliant, Maedhros and Maglor. A very tiny little ficlet, but I like how I captured the post-Thangorodrim dynamics here.

Going to tag everyone I mentioned here, if you'd like to share!

[cilil]

wait wait wait, it took me so long (i was binge-reading all your fics hehe) to realize the romeo-and-juliet type of relationship eonwe and gothmog have going on. its even better because tolkien once envisioned gothmog and eonwe to be the children of melkor and manwe so them meeting up secretly is sooooooo sweet but heartbreaking, like they are on opposite sides, and they know they'll eventually fight each other. but gothmog died first, so how did eonwe handle that. imagining him trying to live after gothmog's death is just asdkjakdakds

You're too sweet❤️❤️❤️

And yes, this is what really sucked me in too once I realized it! We (my friends and I) started out seeing Firebird as more of a crack ship or something that's maybe hot for smut, but then we realized the old Lost Tales connection and the doomed, tragic love and the parallels between them and... everything.

In a weird way, Gothmog falling in Gondolin was mercy for them both. Otherwise a confrontation during the War of Wrath would've been pretty much inevitable, especially if Gothmog had once again been ordered to go after the Elven kings (Eönwë can't just let him kill Finarfin and it's not like he's that terrible of a friend either). They would've fought each other, knowing that they have orders and that the other knows and understands this as well.

As for what the outcome of that fight would've been, I'd say 70-80% in Eönwë's favor, with this being a sort of average between "they duel and it's just them" (which is more beneficial to Eönwë) and "because the forces of evil cheat, Gothmog gets random assistance from other Balrogs" (similar to what happened with Fingon). Even if they refused to kill the other in the end, someone else on their side happily would. One of them would've wound up dead for sure.

Eönwë tries to take comfort in the fact that this scenario has been avoided and soon realizes that Melkor currently can't bring his Maiar back - so Gothmog also stays dead - but that means he no longer has the one person in his life who understands him. In all his other relationships, he has to perform; whether that's actually true or not is another question, but Eönwë definitely feels that way. It's not like he can tell, say, Manwë, Finarfin or Eärendil about his killer instincts and how he sometimes has the urge to hack, slash and dive bomb people.

What makes this worse is that Eönwë also can't express his grief, or at least he has to pretend it's just about Gondolin. How would he explain that he's mourning the evil Lord of Balrogs more than the brave warrior Elves?

It gets even worse in the one verse where he has an egg and now has to hatch it alone (which may or may not even be possible without another fire spirit) and can never tell anyone where it came from.

Maybe Eönwë goes into the War of Wrath so readily because he doesn't have much to lose. He doesn't feel quite at home or connected and has nobody to talk to about it and nobody to make him feel accepted and loved regarding the parts of himself that he always has to hide. But he also can't just... give up. He's immortal. Even if he died, Manwë would still be more than capable of bringing him back. And he has a purpose to fulfill.

So yeah. Poor Eönwë indeed😭

And now I'll go and dig up (pun intended) some Firebird headcanons for Ainur Week

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Willingness to serve

Pairing: Eönwë/Finarfin(Arafinwë)

Others: Eönwë & Ilinsor

Themes: Smut/NSFT

Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamics | Master/Servant | Light bondage | Sexual role play | Open marriage | Kissing | Praise kink | Oral sex

Wordcount: 2.9k words

Summary:After returning to Tirion and being anointed king, Arafinwë must spend two Valian years tending to one of the Ainur as their servant as a payment of sorts for his father’s crown.

Rating: M

AU : Servants of the Ainur AU

Minors DNI/18+

Read the full story here:

For @silmkinkmeme and for this prompt.

[theriverwild]

Finarfin and Eärwen decide to host Christmas for the Noldors and the Smiths. There is joy, and grief, and family, and friends. But things go, surprisingly, alright. Even the reunion of Finrod and Halbrand is better than expected. At the end of the day, Gal and Hal reflect on the bitter and the sweet.

Rating: E for smut; WC: 4.1k

Part of my Fluff AU series, but posted as a one-shot.