#maglor x male reader

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On this final day of @silmsmutweek and in the spirit of going outside one's comfort zone, I am revealing the fics I am the most self-conscious about: x Reader smut! All second person POV (meant to post this for Day 6 second person POV prompt).

They're under a pseud and anon, but I assure you it is me.

Passing Through (E, 2.6k), Maglor x Female Human OC/Reader

A mysterious Elf with a beautiful voice visits your workshop in a village near Himring.

Caress of the Ocean (E, 2.6k), Maglor x Male Elf OC/Reader

You and Macalaurë go for a swim on a warm night in Alqualondë.

The Best Laid Plans (E, 2.5k), Maedhros x Maglor x Female Elf OC/Reader

You've recently fallen into bed with your commander, and he confirms some rather sordid (but admittedly titillating) rumours by way of a proposal to bring a third partner into your affair.

Enjoy!

[animatorweirdo]

Imagine reuniting with your brothers after many years since their deaths

After many years, you finally return home and reunite with your family.

Requested by Anon

Hello💕 hope you been well, I was wondering if you could doa continuation of that imagine about being a son of Fëanor but not taking the oath, something about reader meeting his brothers and father in the hall of mandos, with all comfort and angst please 💕💕

Continuation of this: Imagine being one of the sons of Feanor, but...

Warnings: dead characters come to life, a bit angst, mentions of your blind eye and disownment, fluff, reunion, you make amends with your brothers and father, from angst to comfort.

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- After many years of living in Middle Earth, surviving the events of the first and second ages, and witnessing the end of Sauron. You were finally allowed to return to the Undying Lands, your home. 

- You once thought you were not worthy to return due to the oath and the actions of your father and brothers, even though you did not participate in any of their crimes and were disowned. So, you were shocked to learn through Glorfindel that the Valars had seen your actions as noble and granted you the right to return. 

- After years of being named the Traitor, the Unloyal, and the Forgotten by your brother’s loyal followers. Words could not describe the relief you felt. 

- You were eager to return to your home after so many centuries. However, you did refuse to leave Maglor behind, so before your departure, you tracked him down and brought him back to Elrond, who took care of him and convinced him to return home with you. The reunion was filled with many held-back emotions, and many things were finally resolved through talking. 

- After that, you finally returned home. 

- The feeling of joy filled you when you saw Aman and its familiar landscape. You felt eager and nervous when you finally arrived at the port and saw many familiar faces waiting there. 

- You watched Elrond reunite with his wife and Galadriel with her family. It was a joyful sight until you noticed the familiar red color of hair among the people and the gentle eyes of your mother. 

- Seeing her forced the tears out from your eyes as you had missed her terribly. You and Maglor embraced her as she was joyful to see two of her sons return home alive. You felt regret that you could not do the same for the rest of your brothers, but she hushed those thoughts away, as two of her children returning home was better than none. 

- You then introduced your spouse and children to her, who she welcomed with open arms. 

- You were then reunited with your uncle and the rest of the cousins who had been re-embodied and were joyful to see you again. Even after many years, you still felt strong familiar love for them as you had looked out for each other since Helcaraxe. 

- However, as time passed and you and your family adapted to the life of Valinor, you began to think about your father and the rest of your brothers. They had yet to repent and heal from the events of the first age thus they were still contained in the Halls of Mandos. You did not know how to act on those thoughts as you felt scared yet yearned to see them again. Even if you were still technically disowned and did not separate from your brothers on good terms, you still held love for them. 

- The scar in your eye has faded over the years, leaving only a faded line. Your eyesight never truly returned, causing it to remain white like a pearl. You did not mind it as you were used to having it. However, it still reminded you of the day when your father raised his sword at you and disowned you from his family. 

- You shared these thoughts with your family. Your mother and Maglor encouraged you to see them if that was what you wished. Doing so might heal some unresolved wounds within yourself. Your spouse also supported the idea, even if they had reserved thoughts about your father after hearing what he had done to you. 

- After that discussion and deep consideration, you decided to visit the Halls of Mandos. 

- The halls were eerie and made you think about scenarios if you had been killed and come to this place. The events of the first age were recorded in the halls, giving you a sense of nostalgia and sorrow. Even if you wanted to forget such events, you understood some records were important so future generations would not make the same mistake. 

- Mandos permitted you to seek your brothers and fathers after hearing your reasoning, and you were left searching for them among the spirits that had yet to heal or be re-embodied. 

- The first of your brothers to be found were the twins. Seeing them together again made you feel relief and your reunion was a happy one. 

- Caranthir was the next. He felt regret because the last time you saw each other: he had lashed out at you and said hurtful things. You assured him that you had forgiven him a long time ago. 

- Celegorm and Curufin were the next and though they did many terrible things while alive, especially seeing you as the traitor of your house. They admitted to their wrongs and understanding of your decision not to swear the oath. They no longer held it as an act of cowardice and unfaithfulness. In fact, they claimed how you had been wiser and even daring for standing up to your decision. 

- You made your peace with them and continued looking. 

- You then found Maedhros as he had been filled with a lot of shame that he made himself harder to find. It was a good thing that you were better at looking. 

- You two talked for a long time and he felt grief for what he had done and said to you. It was a deep discussion and you told him you held nothing against him. Even after everything, he and the rest of your siblings never stopped being your brothers. 

- The hardest one to find was your father. 

- Your brothers shared that your father had felt guilt over his actions, especially for what he had done to you, so he most likely hid himself away from you. With their help, you managed to locate him. 

- You found him alone near the tree where your grandmother resided in her eternal sleep and sat down beside him. 

- You did not give him a chance to avoid you and you two had a proper talk since the first age. He expressed his regret and admitted he fell into madness during the darkening. You saw how he avoided looking at you, more specifically your blind eye. It seemed your eye was an awful reminder of what he did to you. 

- You stopped him from rambling and told him how you stopped blaming him years ago. The circumstances back then were awful and you understood that your grandfather’s death was the last straw for him, causing his madness. The only one to blame for it all was Morgoth as he was the one who orchestrated it and took advantage of your father’s vulnerability.  

- Your father praised how wise you had become and how he was grateful that you did not follow him blindly like the rest of your brothers. 

- You grew wiser over the years, thanks to your experiences, even if they brought you a lot of pain and sorrow. 

- You embraced him and together you wept, finally being able to let go of the pain and be at peace with your past.

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[doodle-pops]

Awkward Formalities

CEO!Maedhros x reader

Request: God morning Mina:) hope you’re doing well! Can I send you a request for a fluffy, family-bonding fic of CEO! Maedhros x reader, where they are invited by Feanor to meet the family after he heard about their… trysts over the phone from your headcanons? Thank you! - anon

A/N: This was more crack and humoured than I intended.

Warnings: humour/crack, CEO! Maedhros, female reader, talks about having children, fluff

Words: 2k

Synopsis: The time has finally come to meet the family…in the most awkward manner.

“Well…congratulations on performing your duties, son. I hope to meet my grandchildren very soon…and your companion.”

If Maedhros possessed the ability to travel through time, he would undoubtedly utilise it to spare both himself and you from the excruciating embarrassment that had unfolded. The prospect of avoiding an uncomfortable situation haunted him, particularly one that involved a lavish dinner table, overloaded with judgmental gazes and sly smirks.

The source of these disapproving looks was an unfortunate mix of his nosy siblings, who had received unwarranted invitations, and his parents, engaged in a constant exchange of glances whenever he extended a courtesy to you. Maedhros found himself torn between wanting to disappear into the comforting embrace of his favourite chair or fleeing for the hills, carrying you over his shoulder like a caveman to escape the awkwardness.

“Is it true that dad overheard you on the call?" snickered Tyelko with nothing but the intent of creating chaos.

Huffing and shooting a stern glare to silence the silver-haired male, Nerdanel apologetically smiled at you for any discomfort her boys were causing. However, Celegorm’s question was the catalyst necessary for the rest to follow.

“Sooo Y/N...” Tyelko smirked as he revamped his antics, leaving no space for his parents to ask the same questions in a boring manner. “I hear that you’re my brother’s accountant?”

Darting anxiously at Mae, you placed your glass down and turned to face the smug-faced brother. With an exhale, you ground your teeth and muttered, “Yeah, I am. Just one of his many accountants.”

The table went silent save for Feanor and Nerdanel’s cutlery knocking against their plates. Most of them knew who you were and your position, having walked in on you and their brother before, furthermore, you were Caranthir’s past employee. It was he who recommended Maedhros to accept you when your background was being checked.

“You’re also his favourite, but how does that work then? Do you visit Mae’s office, or does he visit yours to uh...check the stocks?” he choked out before shooting a wink at his eldest brother who was turning tomato in his seat at all the sexual innuendos. His younger brothers erupted into laughter, small snickers here and there, even Maglor couldn’t resist laughing.

Maedhros’s focus was averted to now glaring at Celegorm who appeared nonchalant to the burning glares he was receiving. He was too busy bumping elbows with Curufin and sharing a joke in hush-hush tones, eliciting snickers.

“Tyelko,” warned Nerdanel who was desperately shooting blank stares at her husband at the opposite end of the table to dissolve the mess. Unfortunately, Feanor was clueless to the weight of the mockery at the table, finding no harm in the conversation.

With his palms raised to mimic surrendering, Celegorm cried out with a wicked grin gracing his features. “What did say, mom?! All I stated what I hope my brother and Y/N was bringing in enough stocks in the family. Dad always tells us that we should start bringing in lots of stocks into the family so long as we’re…um, getting assistance. Isn’t that right dad?”

“Indeed I do, it’s about time,” Feanor muttered, and before he could continue, his wife furrowed her brows at him in dissatisfaction prompting him to end his say.

Growing more confused by the family’s lingo, you turned to Maglor, who sat to your right and questioned. “Stocks?”

“Children.” His response elicited a silent awestruck expression from you. “He’s behind all of us to start giving him grandkids, and it seems that you and Mae are the new targets. Last time it was Moryo.”

As the dinner progressed, the scrutiny intensified. His younger brothers, with their merciless mockery of his painful stiff–man appearance and one–worded answers, became an added torment. Maedhros teetered on the brink of launching his favourite chair at them, but the crisis was averted, largely thanks to the reassuring squeeze of your hand on his thigh. That concrete anchor prevented him from transforming his preferred seating into a weapon.

Now, with you positioned beside him but noticeably closer to his father, a new wave of discomfort washed over him. Cold sweat broke out, and an unsettling sensation crept beneath his clothes, as he contemplated the impending private confrontation with his father in the luxurious confines of his office. In that moment, a part of him yearned for the simpler chaos of a childish brawl with his siblings, a distraction from the weighty scrutiny and unspoken expectations awaiting him in his father’s domain.

“You were quite vocal, I must say—”

“Father!” scolded Maedhros, cutting Feanor off and making the older man frown as though he had said something offensive. “You can’t say things like that!”

Feanor shook his head in bewilderment, his palms upturned, and a pout forming on his lips. His gaze darted towards you, only to find you stifling laughter and concealing your face with a cascade of hair. “What did I say? I merely commented on your vocal nature, expressing a wish for such boldness during seminars and board meetings in the past. Is that an inappropriate thing to say?”

“Yes it most certainly is!” Maedhros awkwardly reacted with an annoyed expression due to you finding humour amidst the interaction. “You…you cannot make such mindless remarks about intimate acts.”

With a sly, tongue-in-cheek expression, Feanor pursed his lips and cast a sideways glance at you, clearly struggling to regain composure while shooting pointed eyes at his son and engaging in a silent but animated argument. In all honesty, there was nothing to be embarrassed about; rather, it was a moment worthy of celebration. After all, his son had acquired a girlfriend, or perhaps a future wife, and with that, the promise of grandchildren loomed on the horizon. What, then, was disconcerting about extending congratulations on this matter?  

“Well then, shall I congratulate you both on a job well done? Grandchildren in the future…” he beamed, swiftly sitting upright in his cushioned chair to meet your figure and focus the conversation between you both since his son’s desire was to interrupt every attempt at his joy. “Daughter?”

As the words escaped his lips, your eyebrows shot up to your hairline, caught in a moment of confusion. It wasn’t clear what puzzled you more—the unexpected question or the unfamiliar name directed at you. Perplexed, you found yourself sinking into the rich memory foam sofa in the residence of your boss’s father.

His intent gaze bore into your features, anticipating a response devoid of his son’s influence. In return, you mustered a blank expression, as if your mind was a sleek surface on which all potential answers slid off effortlessly.

Engaging in a futile attempt to distract yourself, you performed subtle circus tricks with your eyes, exploring the room for anything that might aid your scrambled thoughts. However, a suitable response proved elusive, and you stewed in the silence for what felt like an eternity. In the absence of a miraculous answer bubbling up to the surface, the only option left was to shoot yourself in your foot for the nonsensical words that spilled out in an attempt to satisfy his expectations.

“…Yes, Sir.”

“Father, my dear. Call me father—after all, you and my son will be having children soon, so that would make you his wife and you, my daughter.” He was beaming too much in his seat and radiating enough light to outshine the chandelier. It was enough to blind Maedhros from witnessing the horror occurring before his eyes. All he wished was to be deafened.

“Uh…yes, father.��� You awkwardly chuckled and forced a grin while darting your eyes between him and Maedhros who was hanging his head in regret. “But I don’t think I’m well-suited to be your son’s wife. I’m only his accountant.”

Forcing a round of laughter and smiling as honestly as possible, you attempted to keep the atmosphere as awkward as possible with your responses eliciting more cumbersome replies.

“What’s that supposed to mean, my child? My son has been seeing you nonetheless, and behind my back,” he paused to throw a disappointing look at his son, “thank Eru for his slip up, I heard and learned everything necessary. He chose you—since he never selects anyone or tells me anything—regardless of your position. Did he ever tell you about how his mother and I met? She was, well still is, a craftswoman who worked with her father in a small stall between a botanist and café. One day I saw her, messy hair and clay on her face, and knew I had to be with her. I didn’t care about what or who she was, I just knew she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on, but she was also…frivolous. That’s how Nelyo entered our lives. The same way you two were constantly…”

His words hung in the air with an unspoken humour in his tone followed by the arching of his left brow with a playful, yet memorable smile on his lips.

“Ah…” Awkward. That was the particular word circling both yours and Maedhros’s minds at the moment.

Tranquillity settled over the room oddly as Feanor delved into memories of his youthful years with his wife, leaving you and Maedhros staring at him with bemused expressions tinged with pain. Suddenly, you felt the intensity of Maedhros’s gaze, as if his eyes were burning holes into your skull.

“What the hell was that?” he mouthed, rolling his eyes about the place, displaying a smudge of his attitude.

Shrugging your shoulders in defence, you counteracted. “I’m sorry!”

Sliding across the sofa, as stealthily as he could, to sit closer to you, he grumbled under his breath, “You’re setting me up for trouble. I’m not going to be hearing the end of this anytime soon! Stop encouraging him!”

“So you wanted me to tell him ‘no’ and then receive an earful?! In case you haven’t noticed, your old man is glowing! Do you want to pop his bubble?”

“Yes…no…maybe—just a tiny bit. It’s just…I’m thrilled that he has accepted you, but this is moving all too fast, and you’re siding with him!”

“Well you’re the one who didn’t hit the right button,” you teased and bit into his muscular arm. “So enjoy the moment.”

His mouth swelled up at your comment and his eyes communicated volumes, penetrating yours, unblinking and unmoving. He embodied the over-dramatic persona he vehemently denied, throwing the tantrum of a spoiled child. Expressing his frustration through an audible huff, he dramatically collapsed onto the cloud-like sofa, his lips moving at the speed of light and his cheeks swelling with agitation. It was a side of your boss you had rarely witnessed—a sour-puss emerging when denied his desires.

Locking eyes with yours from under his lashes, he mustered all his authority in that moment, failing, and announced, “I’ll have to fire you for being a distraction.”

“That’s not going to stop you from seeing me,” you mocked.

Fortunately, Maedhros's unspoken plea seemed to have worked, bringing the little family meeting to a swift conclusion. Led out of the office, both you and Maedhros were on your way to reunite with his mother and siblings. His father opted to stay behind, citing the necessity of making preparations for the future—whatever that entailed. Although your lover seemed to grasp the hidden significance, he grumbled discontentedly under his breath as he made his way into the living room, where his mother sat with two of her boys.

Glancing away from Maglor, she beamed at you both. “Ah, I trust that it went well?” There was a teasing tone in her voice which made everyone in the room, minus Maedhros, break into a snort.

“Let’s just say that he’s under false impressions as we speak.”

“Well, that’s between you and your father. Now come join me Y/N, I wish to show you some of Mae’s baby pictures.”

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[silmawensgarden]

Only an ocean away

Maglor x reader

Prompt: Sending you a request for Maglor x reader where reader finally brings him home from his millenia of wanderings on the shore? (Home could be to Rivendell or Valinor or where you think would fir best!)

Requested by: anonymous

A/n: I really liked this idea of coaxing Maglor back home to Valinor through Rivendell. I decided on a chance encounter for reader & Maglor. I really hope you enjoy it and thanks so much for your request!

Word count : 1,8k

Warnings: none really

Today was a strange day, there was something in the air that felt heavy and familiar at the same time. Nevertheless you continued on your way back towards Rivendell. You had gone out for a few days to collect herbs in the nearby forest. The evil of Sauron had been subdued a small while ago. A small while for elves that is. The forest had once been filled with horrid creatures, nowadays surprisingly some incredibly rare herbs grew there. Despite some dangers from the remaining wild animals, the trek through was worth it. Your heart felt heavy at some point on your way back so you decided to change direction for a little while. Making your way towards the sea shore you finally felt yourself relax a little. It's been a while since you came here. The salty air reminded you of your home far away. Your home was in Valinor, not far from the shore. In your youth you used to come to the sea shore to play with your friends. The salty air made your heart yearn for those days with your friends.

You sat down by some rocks on the shore. The sand on this beach wasn't nearly as pearly white and gem like as in valinor, but it has it's own beauty. You've come to see Rivendell and it's surrounding environment as your second home. Out of nowhere a strange creaky sound came from behind you. Your breath hitched and you carefully turned around, ready to fight off whatever might be preying on you. However when you looked behind you, you saw nothing. You looked around with a confused look on your face. Then the sound came again. This time you saw something scuttle away into a cave. The last bit you managed to see was something that looked like torn clothes. Your curiosity got the better of you and you slowly moved towards where you had seen the muddy red cloth.

As you stepped forward behind the rock you sat on you saw a crude little cave hewn into the rock formation further back. It looked like something moved in there. It could be a child... you thought. In that case it might've been lost for some time judging by the poor condition of the piece of cloth you saw. You walked closer to the cave to inspect whether you were right. Just before you managed to get to the entrance an incredibly hoarse and creaky voice shrieked at you from inside. You could still manage to understand that it was likely a male, but nothing else. Taking up all your courage you stepped into the cave entrance and were met with a rusty dagger in front of your face. Behind the dagger sat what appeared to be a malnourished and traumatised elf. The elf had no strength left in him as even trying to keep the dagger pointed at you cost him so much energy that his arm was shaking uncontrollably. He had dark eyebags under his incredibly blue eyes and his features were sunken. You caught a few scars on his arms while you took in his appearance.

You wanted to get him out of the cave and maybe even manage to get him some help in Rivendell. Poor man has been through it it seems. You decided to sit down and see if he understood any language you knew.

You tried Sindarin first, he seemed to respond to it but did not speak it. Instead he spoke back to you in a mix of what you could only guess was first age Quenya. At this point you regrettably had to thank your tutors from when you were young for forcing you to sit through Quenyan literature classes. Seeing no other option besides attempting to speak to him in Quenya you gave it your best shot.

"Hello?...Not fear me, I am friend, not bad. Who are you?" You managed to wrangle out some poorly formulated sentences. The grammar would have sent your old tutor in to a shock induced coma if he had heard it. It appeared to be the same for this elf. The expression on his sunken face couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than displeasure. So much for trying to be nice...

However despite his initial displeasure he decided to attempt to speak to you. You were having an awful amount of trouble understanding him. Not just because he was barely audible but also because you had slept through most of your literature classes. He spoke with a specific dialect that you couldn't place. Seeing how much trouble you were having he gave you a small smile and started speaking to you like you were a small child. Word for word, to see if you understood.

Now you felt like it was you who had been hiding in that crude little excuse of a cave.

After a little while of throwing words around with each other he had calmed down enough to understand that you weren’t going to hurt him. Slowly he came out of his cave and stood in front of you. It was immediately clear to you that this elf was much taller than you. By quite a considerable amount. It was a mystery to you how he managed to fit into that tiny space.

The two of you made your way back to Rivendell together. Walking slowly and taking many breaks as it appeared that your new companion could not walk very far for very long periods of time. He was so malnourished that his legs gave out frequently during the journey back.  During the journey you got to know each other better. The language barrier was still a big problem but you found creative ways to communicate with each other regardless.

After a full two and a half days of walking you finally arrived in Rivendell. You now also knew the name of your companion. Maglor. Maglor Fëanorion. It was surprising to say the least. But you dwelled little on the matter. By the looks of it, Maglor had already been through sufficient punishment. No need to lay any more on him. The healers rushed to take him to the infirmary so he could rest and gain some of his strength back. You promised him that you would visit in a few days once he is a little more stable.

A few days have passed and both you and Elrond have visited Maglor a few times. There’s been a rumor floating around Rivendell that Elrond could be related to the elf that was brought to the healers at the start of the week. You wanted to ask Maglor about it but weren’t sure if he’d tell you anything.

Things started to quiet down again as the weeks went by. Weeks turned into a few months and something started to grow between you and Maglor. At first it appeared to be a deep friendship but now it feels like it may one day be more. Only time will tell whether something could be between you.

Maglor was starting to make a speedy recovery now that a few months have passed. He no longer looked malnourished and could walk for a considerable amount of time again. His hair had grown fuller too. It pained you to remember how matted and gross it had looked when you first saw him.

However as time passes and seasons change so do our wishes. Your soul wanted to go home. So it became clear to you and a handful of others that you would be boarding the next available ship at the grey havens. You had talked this over with Elrond and a few of your other friends, one of which was Maglor.

He felt sad about your upcoming departure be he refused to let it show.

And so the day of your departure finally arrived.

It was early in the morning, the sun has just barely come out of hiding. You stood still on the docks, taking in middle earth for what would likely be the last time. You wanted to go home, but a tiny part of you was having trouble letting go. Maglor had promised to meet you before you left. The majority of elves had boarded the ship already, you were the only one stalling the departure. Finally you saw a figure in the distance that appeared to be Maglor. He ran towards you, pushing through the crowd of people to get to you as best as he could.

“I am sorry for making you wait y/n! I tried to come here as fast as I could. I overestimated my ability to run….I am unable to run as much as I once could.” He said, smiling sheepishly.  

You smiled back and stepped a little closer to him. “It is fine, do not worry. We still have time before the boat leaves.”

Despite Maglor smiling warmly at you he was being torn apart internally. One part of him wished desperately to come with you, but a voice in his head told him he wasn’t worthy of returning to valinor and that he should forever remain in isolation.  “I am not certain that I can go with you Y/n….I…I must remain here in Arda.”

You were saddened by his words but decided not to push him. After all it wouldn’t be the last boat to leave for valinor.  “Maglor, no matter what or where if you decide to leave to valinor one day, know that I’ll only ever be an ocean away.” You smiled the best smile you could muster. It was in this moment that you came to the realization that you loved him. Yet you now would never get the chance to say it. It was now truly time for the ship to sail out towards valinor. There was no way that you could stall it any further. You said your goodbyes and boarded the ship. A coldness came over your heart and a tear slipped from your eye.

Maglor watched as the ship sailed out, boring holes into your back with his gaze. And then right at the least expected moment something took hold of his senses and he threw himself into the sea. The coldness of the sea forced him to swim forward as he called out to you. The elves on the boat saw him struggling to swim and threw out a fishing net to catch him up onto the boat.

He was drenched to the bone and shivering, but his smile was warmer than the sun on a summer afternoon.

He didn’t care anymore about people’s judgements and what the valar would say of his return. All he ever needed was you, and now that he had you…nothing else mattered.

[cilil]

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Tagged by the amazing @sauron-kraut and @curufiin. Thank you kindly!

I'm working on a special little project, one I've wanted to tackle for a while now and will be a bit of a novelty on this blog (at least I don't think I've written male reader before? Only female or gender-neutral).

Anyway here's some Mairon x male!reader (@unspeakableoftheoscarwildesorr I believe this is for you! :))

"Are you sure about this?" You look at him quizzically, resting next to him on his luxurious divan, propped up on your forearm. "Of course I am." Mairon smiles, but his lilting, chuckling tone suggests that he finds your concern amusing. "Have you no faith in the strength and capability of my fána?" "I do," you reply without hesitation. It's the truth, you know well how powerful he is, yet when you look at his elegant, slender figure, you can't help thinking how awful it would feel to accidentally hurt him. Mairon traces the rim of the globet of wine he's been holding with his index finger. Your eyes follow the movement. "I know what I want and how I want it," he says in a low voice. "So when I ask you to take me, I mean it."

Hope I can finish the entire thing soon. I'm having fun with it so far!

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James Conrad

Orlando Bloom's Characters

Paris of Troy

Timothee Chalamet's Characters

Willy Wonka

Prince Hal/Henry V

Pedro Pascal Characters

Javi Gutierrez

Dieter Bravo

Javier Peña

Joel Miller

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

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Sherlock Holmes (BC)

Loid Forger (Spy x Family)

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Maedhros

♡ Yandere Maedhros Alphabet ♡

NSFW Maedhros Alphabet

Yandere Maedhros x reader drabble

Would Maedhros' brothers interfere with his Yandere behaviour?

Can you seduce Yandere Maedhros into giving you more freedom?

How would Yandere Maedhros react to you clinging and crying to Maglor after one of his punishments?

If Yandere Maedhros isn't happy about Maglor hugging you, how would he be with his s/o friends?

How would Yandere Maedhros react to you wanting to hang out with your male friend in Library?

Would Yandere Maedhros be even more protective if s/o was chubby?

Is Yandere Maedhros okay with you having a friend that can get you out of your shell?

How would yandere Maedhros and Glorfindel react if their darling went insane?

Is Yandere Maedhros okay with you having a friend that can get you out of your shell?

How would Yandere Maglor and Yandere Maedhros react to lady Dimitrescu?

Maedhros x reader: Soulmate Au Headcanon

Maedhros, Caranthir and Thranduil's reactions to S/O bringing home a stray animal.

Jealous Yandere Maedhros x reader SMUT

How Yandere Maedhros would react to you hiding your entire pregnancy and newborn baby from them.

[doodle-pops]

List of Requests

18/08/2022

So, these are the accepted requests (which was everyone), and my hands are extremely busy and itching to start. In the meantime, I'll be posting my personal writings - do look out for the Queue as September is approaching.

Fics (14)

Maedhros x reader (Beauty and the Beast AU) - @eunoiaastralwings

Celegorm x reader (angst/fluff) - anon

Glorfindel x reader (NSFW) - anon

Ecthelion x reader (NSFW) - anon

Egalmoth x reader (NSFW) - anon

Celegorm x reader (NSFW) - anon

Glorfindel x reader (NSFW) - anon

Rog x reader (fluff) - anon

Ecthelion x reader (fluff) - anon

Maedhros x reader (fluff) - anon

Fingon x reader x Maedhros (NSFW) - anon

Elrond x reader (angst/fluff) - anon

Ecthelion x reader (NSFW) - anon

Galdor x reader (NSFW) - anon

Headcanons (22)

Thoughts on Caranthir's skin

Types of Simps - House of Feanor - 👻anon

Lords of Gondolin and s/o during Fall of Gondolin - anon

Celegorm NSFW Alphabet - anon

House of Feanor with s/o getting caught in the rain - anon

House of Feanor with Scientist s/o - anon

Lords of Gondolin s/o being injured on the battlefield - anon

Lords of Gondolin NSFW prompt headcanons - anon

Lords of Gondolin with short s/o - anon

House of Feanor with a chronic ill reader - anon

Ecthelion, Celegorm, Rog, Glorfindel, Fingolfin and Finrod with a male s/o - @animatorwierdo

House of Feanor and Finrod being healed after getting into a fight - 🌊anon

Caranthir NSFW Alphabet - anon (requested twice)

Galdor SFW Relationship Alphabet - anon

Glorfindel NSFW Alphabet - anon

Ecthelion NSFW Alphabet - anon (requested twice)

SFW and NSFW Erestor things - anon

Maedhros NSFW Alphabet - anon

Lords of Gondolin with a super strong s/o - anon

Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm and Caranthir with a seer s/o - 👻anon

Lords of Gondolin at a Halloween party - anon

Lords of Gondolin proposing to their s/o - anon

Reactions (2)

Cockwarming the elves - anon

Elves' reaction to different cuisines from the modern world - @lulu-mix