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[cilil]

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝒾𝓇𝓈

Characters: Mairon, Gothmog, Eönwë, Tilion & Ossë; reader's gender is unspecified - all up to your imagination~

Featuring: 2nd person POV, vampire!Mairon, werewolf!Mairon, monsterfucking, Balrog anatomy, avian Ainu, merman, some Dom/sub dynamics, bit of predator/prey and other kinks, penetrative sex, intercrural sex, dirty talk

Warnings: Possessive themes, smut, tiny bit of degradation branding/burn marks, blood drinking/vampirism, mentions of impact play (whipping, spanking), swords/blades, bit of blood, biting, scratching

AN: Thanks to everyone who voted on my poll (back in the day). Sorry for the delay and here are your top choices plus our favorite birdy boy - hope you enjoy!

Mairon

𓂀 Once your heart is his, Mairon makes sure to live up to his reputation as the Lord of Gifts and the Lord of the Rings. Whether it is to seal a bond of marriage, asking for your hand or a promise of love and courtship, he crafts a beautiful ring just for you - showing everyone that you are now his and possibly also enhancing said ring with a few spells so he can watch over you.

𓂀 Yet gold is not the only way for him to mark your body; he also loves to use his fire to ensure neither you nor anyone else will ever forget where you belong. Mairon's preferred symbol to draw on your skin is The Eye, and he loves to place it right on your neck or chest so he can see it every time he takes you.

𓂀 His love and desire for you take many forms, as does he; when in the shape of a vampire, he enjoys biting you and drinking your blood while he makes love to you, strengthening the bond between you. He may sing to you to keep you calm while he feeds, and his song causes the wound and the vein he drank from to appear golden for a time until it slowly fades. Mairon expects you to wear those marks with pride and not cover them up.

𓂀 Whenever his form has more wolfish attributes, he also likes leaving bite marks, but his favorite feature is his knot. He loves how it swells inside you and stretches you out while he breeds you and how it keeps his seed inside until he decides he's done with you for the night.

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"Do you think you can take it?" 

Mairon slams into you with the full strength of his fána, making sure you can feel every inch of his hot, hard cock stretching you out without mercy. 

"Do you think you can take my knot, my precious little slut?" 

You barely manage to nod before a searing hot sensation makes you cry out in pain and pleasure alike. The eye symbol, proudly adorning your chest, glows in response to his words, like on the day when you were first marked by his hand. 

Satisfied with your obedience, Mairon stops moving and allows his seed to fill you. His knot swells proudly, binding you to him, and you try to muffle another scream — only for him to deter you with a quick slap on your thigh. 

"No," he says firmly, "let me hear it. I want to hear how much you love this, and you will not deny me."

Gothmog

☄ Contrary to popular belief, Gothmog can be affectionate and isn't afraid to show it. He likes to keep you close in public and holds you like a pretty little doll, making it clear to everyone that you belong to him and no one else may come close to you, let alone touch you. Even when he isn't around, the scent of fire and heat of his touch seems to surround you everywhere you go.

☄ Yet make no mistake: The Lord of Balrogs is incredibly strong and likes it rough. He may use his claws and fangs to as part of passionate love making and leave bite and scratch marks in strategic spots to ensure that everyone knows he has claimed you. Carry your marks with pride: To Balrogs, they are a symbol of strength and a sign that you belong.

☄ Gothmog's favorite way to claim and mark you, however, is fire - but he won't use his whip unless you ask him to. Instead, he may opt to simply use his hands to leave a nice and warm hand print on your skin; the same applies to any sort of impact play where he uses his hands instead of any tools. The touch of a Balrog leaves a lingering feeling of either cosy warmth or searing heat, and which one it will be is his choice to make.

☄ Aside from horns that you can hold on to, Gothmog also has a tail - and yes, he can and will use it. Not only is it a convenient as an additional limb to wrap around you and pull you close when his hands and arms are occupied and to keep others away from you, but he can also use it to fuck you if he so chooses, be it to tease you or for double penetration. He loves to test your limits.

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"What a pretty little thing you are." Gothmog pats your head with his large hand while he continues to effortlessly bounce you on his lap as if you weigh nothing. 

You would have cried out from the intensity of his massive cock thrusting in and out of you rapidly, but all you manage is a muffled moan; your mouth is currently occupied by the tip of his tail. 

"We don't need the entire fortress to hear you," Gothmog said beforehand, and you agreed. 

He is — for his standards — gentle with you, but you also know that there isn't much mercy to be had in Angband. You consider yourself lucky to be with him. 

Your thoughts are interrupted when Gothmog rakes the claws of his free hand down your back and chuckles when he feels your throat vibrate with muted screams. 

"And so good for me too," he adds to his previous statement. "Keep taking me so nicely and I might even let you rest after this round."

Eönwë

⚔ As sweet and affectionate as Eönwë is with you in private, he's not exactly fond of others trying to compete, particularly during avian mating season. He stays with you whenever he can, guarding you like a precious treasure, and watches the people who approach you, both when's nearby and when he's somewhere else. Should another suitor be so foolish as to approach you anyway, they will soon notice a very irate Maia glaring at them and posturing aggressively, every single feather fluffed up.

⚔ While you two are still courting and not quite ready for marriage yet, Eönwë presents you with a lovely promise bracelet or anklet (your choice), made of his favorite materials that he gathered himself. Nothing makes him happier than seeing you wear it, and conveniently enough it also serves as a reminder to other suitors that you are very much taken - by the chief of the Maiar, no less.

⚔ When Eönwë makes love to you, he can be gentle, but he can also be feral. Sometimes his desire simply overwhelms him. Depending on his current form, he has talons on his hands and will make use of them to mark you, even drawing ancient patterns on you to show everyone who claimed you. You can also expect to find yourself covered in love bites, with his favorite area being your neck.

⚔ If you enjoy rough sex and agree to try out some more "extreme" kinks, Eönwë would love to make use of his sword - the song of steel and battle is ingrained in his very being, after all. As much as the rational part of him hates to see you hurt, the feral part of him is fascinated by the way you shiver when a cold blade is pressed against you or when it leaves beautiful lines of red on your skin and draws a few droplets of blood.

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Cold steel bites into your skin as the blade touches your throat, but you only have eyes for Eönwë. He's breathing heavily, and his fána glows with barely contained lust. 

"I want you," he breathes. 

You spread your legs in silent invitation. Surely he must know that you are already his; even if you decided to fight back now, which is the last thing on your mind, he would be too strong for you. 

"Exactly like this," Eönwë says then, and you understand. He wants to take you with his sword at your throat, utterly at his mercy, and your skin prickles with excitement. 

The prospect of submitting to the greatest warrior of the Maiar so completely is thrilling. 

Eönwë enters you with one swift thrust, his free hand reaching for your hip. You make sure not to move, as you know he wants from you, and welcome him inside. The blade presses against your skin, but only lightly; his hold is steady, his posture impeccable, no blood is drawn. 

You surrender. 

Tilion

☽ Tilion loves antlers, his pride and joy when it comes to his fána, and wants to share that with you. If you yourself are an Ainu and grow your own pair, he will paint them silver with moonlight. If not, he will gladly hunt beasts of your choosing for you to claim their horns or antlers as a prize for you to wear and paint them as well. Nothing makes him more proud than everyone seeing that you belong to him.

☽ In order to make sure you are always safe, even when he isn't around, Tilion also crafts protective moon charms, infused with the light of Telperion's fruit. These are designed to keep creatures of darkness away, fearing his wrath, and may also glow to alert you to nearby danger. Not least of all they come with the additional benefit of letting everyone know that Tilion is only ever one call away.

☽ He loves to be intimate with you whenever he can, worshiping your body to his heart's content. Like his own hunt and war paint, Tilion enjoys painting your skin with matching patterns. These are expressions of love and companionship, glowing hymns to your beauty, but also marks of ownership and desire.

☽ For as hopelessly romantic as Tilion is, never forget that he's also a hunter. When lust overwhelms him, he is a passionate and wild lover, and sex with him can get rough. He enjoys chasing you, catching you and holding you down while he takes you, as well as leaving bite marks all over your body. Rest assured though that he will take good care of you after and do anything to ensure that you're comfortable and at ease.

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"You are too beautiful for your own good," Tilion sighs, smiling as he kisses you on the lips. 

You are both naked, lying together on a bed of moss in the woods of Oromë, and panting heavily after a wild and lengthy chase. Of course your lover has caught you in the end and carried you to a comfortable hidden spot to enjoy his prey. 

Tilion trails his hand down your chest, your stomach, your lower body, and you spread your legs in anticipation. He wants you, you can see it; his midnight blue eyes darken with desire. 

"There you go, little deer," whispers gentle praise against your lips before pushing two fingers inside of you. "You will be all nice and wet for me soon, won't you?" 

You nod. Of course you will be; how could you not when you are with your beloved hunter, chasing your love and your pleasure with no less determination and ferocity than he chases his prey. 

Ossë

⚡︎ Ossë is a capricious and jealous lover. His feelings for you are strong and passionate, and he will fight anyone who wishes you ill - or comes closer than he would like. The storms he conjures are mighty, and even if Ulmo and Uinen stop him from giving in to his jealousy, Ossë is also a mischievous Maia who will find other ways to mess with those who have wronged you or him.

⚡︎ You will find yourself getting showered with gifts from him, various trinkets that he picks up in the oceans of Arda: Pearls, seashells, items and parts from sunken ships, bones, teeth and also all sorts of fish and sea creatures he caught for you. Ossë delights in swimming, diving and hunting to his heart's content, but most importantly coming home to you with something new to show you.

⚡︎ Just like he himself is wild and fierce, so is intimacy with him. You will find yourself completely soaked, regardless of whether he takes you in the water (as he prefers) or outside, and covered in bite and scratch marks; Ossë simply can't resist taking a bite out of something as beautiful as you are. He also loves the thought that everyone can tell what you two have done afterwards.

⚡︎ Ossë enjoys being on top of you, all around you and inside you, having his tail wrapped tightly around you. After he's done making love to you, he likes carrying you around like a precious little pearl and singing to you in ancient tongues until you fall asleep. You may also notice that, whenever you've been with him, the scent of seawater sticks with you for days.

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The sand feels warm against your skin, but Ossë's form is cool and smooth. He rolls over so he's lying on top of you, his tail wrapping around your legs, and flashes you a toothy grin, like a hungry sea monster about to devour its unfortunate prey. 

"Should I take you here, marilla? Or should I drag you to the bottom of the ocean first?" he teases. 

Clawed, webbed fingers hold onto you possessively, and Ossë wastes no time nibbling on the side of your neck as you writhe underneath him. 

"Please have mercy, o lord of storms," you gasp, entertaining his little game to entice him to go on. 

You know your words had the intended effect when you feel something hard pressing against your thigh. 

"Perhaps I will," Ossë muses, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

His tail keeps its grip on your legs, and he pushes his now-exposed cock between your thighs to rut against you.

"We will even start slowly," he whispers, "but worry not. You shall feel my full strength soon enough."

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marilla (Quenya) - pearl

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[eunoiaastralwings]

Dating Eönwë would include:

featuring eönwë x gn reader

fandom tolkien-the silmarillion

a/n this headcanon was requested by my lovely and beautiful friend @a-contemplation-upon-flowers - but tumblr decided to delete the request from my inbox ! Like seriously you fucking hellsite, leave my requests alone! this is the 3rd time it is happening and it is pissing me off ! thankfully mt pea-sized brain remembered your request because it just a headcanon and you are the only who requested the bird boi

𓆩♡𓆪 If Eönwë is interested in you - it is very obvious, because bird boi here keeps stuttering over his words, whenever he’s around you or there is a blush creeping up this face.

𓆩♡𓆪 The herald can’t make eye contact with you for more than 3 seconds - he’s melting and in awe of your eyes, he dies inside because of its beauty and how your emotions are there for him to read, your sincerity in everything you do.

𓆩♡𓆪 Compliment him and he’s literally falling part in front of you, he makes the dumbest excuse possible, thinking it’s believable and flies off because there’s too many emotions running through him he can’t understand and too overwhelming for him.

𓆩♡𓆪 He would leave you for a few days after that trying to understand these new feelings. Eönwë is yearning and missing you deeply these days - but he can’t understand why. It’s only understandable when he either reads something relatively close in a book he is reading or one of the Valar to become a parent (highly possible to be either Varda or Manwë) and explains to him, in a form of a riddle because it’s up to Eönwë to figure out himself.

𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë probably needs another few days before he can approach you. He’s planning a beautiful and spectacular way of asking for your hand in courtship, because knows you only deserve the best. Will definitely push it forward when other birds/elves/maiar/human are looking to take your hand - little insecure jealous bird baby. Whatever your culture of courting is, he will add with how eagles call for their mates - yes, trying to impress your air dances and puffing out his wings.

𓆩♡𓆪 The longer you take to answer, the longer he it kills him inside. He concludes too quickly and wants to fly out again - thinking the silence was your rejection, but when you yell out an excited ‘yes’ just as he was about to fly away, he looks at you shocked, surprised and happy all at once.

𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë fly over to you so fast like in a blinking second and wraps you in his arms and spins you in the air - that is happy he is. Eönwë feels like the luckiest being underneath Arien’s rays.

𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë would the best lover – always putting your best interests and care at first, becoming your voice of encouragement. He would constantly bring you gifts from his travels – yes, you know what that means. He treats you like royalty, constantly wanting to see your eyes light up and smile at him – it is his favorite, your smile and your laugh.

𓆩♡𓆪 He can be a needy bird - constantly wanting your attention and jealous if anyone else dares to approach his mate. He loves calling you his - not as a possession, no he hates the idea of that. He calls you his because you own his heart and soul, just like he knows he own yours - you are his as much as he is yours.

𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë loves serenading or reading novels to you - in fact one of his favorite things to do is being outside sitting on the ground leaning against a tree and your resting against his chest - or lying on the ground as you lie your head on chest while he reads to your. He constantly has an arm around at all times - he cannot help it, he wants to feel you close, It is also his way of ensuring himself you are real, especially at the odd times he is feeling insecure.

𓆩♡𓆪 He loves taking you for flying - you are someone like me and scared of heights, he adores how you cling onto him for your dear life. He also makes sure to fly lower, depending on how afraid you are. Only a few inches off Eru’s sweet grounds my dear Eönwë.

𓆩♡𓆪 Sometimes he loves is carrying you his arms and flying over Middle Earth or if it late after both you met up he would carry you over back to your house bridal style - he is just a hopeless romantic.

𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë tackles your with hugs whenever he returns from far - arms and wings around your for the whole day with kisses and whispers of how much he had missed ‘his dove’ ‘his mate’ ‘his angel’ - he has the fluffiest and cutest nicknames for your. He doesn’t call you that for the sake of being cute but because he truly believes you are and is utterly in love with you.

𓆩♡𓆪 Call him by a pet or nickname or his title and he folds - he is by your side cuddling

𓆩♡𓆪 He adores showing you how much he loves you - one of this displays of affection is wrapping his wings around you. Especially, if it is cold, a wing instantly wraps softly around pulling you close to him. His wings are always their when your are hugging or cuddling - he only does this for you, no one else.

𓆩♡𓆪 His wings are very strong and he loves your to fall asleep on them - they are the softest, warmest and safest bed. Eönwë loves he can give that you - he adores seeing you have fallen asleep on his chest or his wings.

𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë has a habit of tracing your features when you’re asleep and committing them to memory. He softly kisses all your features too - your forehead, the arch of your eyebrows, your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your cheeks and finally the softest of peck on your lips so he does not wake you up.

𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë loves the feel of you brushing your fingers through his features - it calms him especially after an exhausting day. Just avoid his sensitive parts, otherwise it won’t be a relaxing afternoon, rather an afternoon that contains a lot of bed activities ;)

𓆩♡𓆪 He can be very protective of you - there can be some arguments because of this, especially if you want to fight in wars, but he does come around to respect your choices and decisions - even if it scares him.

𓆩♡𓆪 He vows to protect you at all costs - if you every end up injured or worse, Eönwë will forever blame himself.

𓆩♡𓆪 He will be looking over you for injuries or bruises - takes it upon himself to nurse you back to full health and he takes it very seriously, he is even afraid to cuddle you - afraid he might accidentally hurt you.

𓆩♡𓆪 All in all he is a perfect mate to have and court. Eönwë also only court you with marriage in mind too.

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[glykerniaz]

Warm The Bed

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

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ✎ᝰ. ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He fears that you might reject his pleas. ᅠᅠᅠ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please... I need you, Y/N" ᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠ

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

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

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

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

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

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

ᅠᅠᅠ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don’t go..." ᅠᅠᅠ

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

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

Could you really turn him away? ᅠᅠᅠ

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

"Please..." ᅠᅠᅠ

There was no way you could ever refuse him. ᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠ

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't—don't look…" ᅠᅠᅠ

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

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

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

"Hng-Hnggg! Ah!" ᅠᅠᅠ

"T-That's too much-!" ᅠᅠᅠ

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

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

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

"Ah-ah! Ah! Ah!" ᅠᅠᅠ

M-More! ᅠᅠᅠ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Huh? ᅠᅠᅠ

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

so warm- he's think. ᅠᅠᅠ

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

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

Eru… ᅠᅠᅠ

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

ᅠᅠᅠ

dividers ➵ @chachachannah @anitalenia @cafekitsune

[animatorweirdo]

Falling In Love Eonwe/You

Requested by @lamemaster

Heyyy ✋🏻 I miss your Elves/ Maiar reactions posts. So I wanted to request Elves/Maiar reaction to falling in love with their human s/o in all their different lifetimes🙏🏻. Feel free to plan it however you want, headcanon or one-shot 🥰🥰 I just love this concept so much it lives in my mind rent free :D

(Author note: Hey, I couldn't come up with a perfect scenario that could have added several characters with a human s/o, then I was reminded of Mairon Fallin in love, so I made another analysis like headcanon with Eonwe that goes his lifetimes of falling in love with his s/o. I hope you are okay with this one. )

Warnings: some angst, fluff, relationship stuff, mentions of the kin slaying, wars, death, Eonwe being a confused birdbrain, and hope you have the patience to read it all.

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- Eonwe gives me the impression that he would be a very devoted type, taking his role as Manwe’s herald. He would be loyal and treat you well if you somehow ended up in a relationship with him. However, he also gives me the impression that he would have no idea how relationships work, especially if you aren’t from the same race as him. 

- If you were a maiar, you two would have probably been good friends from the beginning and close in general and the thought of being in a romantic relationship had not crossed your minds. You two would give the vibe of being obliviously in love.  

- Eonwe would have been more young-minded and would probably not realize how much he likes being in your presence. 

- If you serve under the same valar, you would spend a lot of time together doing your duties. You would be each other’s loyal companions and it would be uncommon for you two to be on your own. If you serve under a different valar, Eonwe would then visit you often in the domain of your valar. 

- If you are a loyal type yourself, then you two would most likely survive through the thick and thick of the first years of Arda, and perhaps when Eonwe realizes his deep feelings for you and becomes more mature in the matter of courting, he would ask you to be his spouse, especially if you two have a strong foundation of loyalty and companionship. 

- Manwe and Varda would have most likely pushed him to confess and eventually ask you to marry him. 

- However, if you were tempted by Melkor and joined him, Eonwe would have been confused and heartbroken. He would have realized his feelings too late and be left hoping you would eventually return to the light. If you did, then he would be there to welcome you with open arms, if not, then he would only feel sadness in losing you. 

- If you were an elf, Eonwe would have some idea of how to interact with you but be very confused about his sudden rise of feelings toward you. He would worry it is appropriate for him to seek a relationship with you, and try not to step over your boundaries. 

- Eonwe would likely need a lot of reassurance, and perhaps a push from Manwe, to finally have the courage to ask to court you. 

- You will most likely have to teach him the basics and the norms in courting an elf. He would be familiar with the Vanyar, but not on deeper levels. He had likely interacted with them on official business. 

- Physical touch would most likely feel strange for him at first, but if you are patient and gentle, he would grow to like it. 

- It wouldn’t matter much to Eonwe from which elven clan you come from. He would focus more on your personality and what kind of person you are. 

- Eonwe values loyalty and a good heart in a person. He would not mind if you were slightly mischievous and caused harmless pranks, even finding some amusement in them. However, if you were a teaser type, he would be pretty shy and wouldn’t know how to interact if you kept teasing his poor heart.

- He does not appreciate evil and harm caused to others. If you were part of the Noldor and joined the kin slaying, then he would be upset and heartbroken. If not but decided to leave Aman with your people, he would understand your loyalty to your family, and patiently wait for the day when the valars would grant you mercy and allow you to return. 

- If you were a Telerin and survived the kin slaying, he would have a close experience of what losing you felt like. He would be there for you as you tried to recover from the whole ordeal. However, if you didn’t survive the kin slaying and ended up in Mandos, he would feel awful sadness and try to plead with Eru himself that you would be able to recover in the soul. 

- If you were a Vanyar. Eonwe would likely be familiar with most of your kin’s customs, having interacted with them way more than the other two clans. There is a high chance you two met at a party or by chance when he had some errands. 

- If you were a Sindar, you two would have met during the war of wrath. He would not be most familiar with Sindarin customs, but if you manage to catch feelings for each other, he would ask you to join him in Valinor at the end of the war. If you accepted, he would be ecstatic, but if you still had business in Middle Earth, he would respect your decision and wait for the day when you would finally sail to the blessed realm. 

- If you were a human, things would be slightly complicated. There could be two ways how you two could have met. 

- One, you two met during the war of wrath. Eonwe would have heard his fair share of things about humans, so he would be intrigued about you once you met. 

- If you didn’t have the most positive view of him and the valars due to their absence in the whole war, he would have difficulties befriending you. However, he would slowly understand you when he learned about all the losses and tragedies you endured. He would feel empathic and become protective of you in a way. 

- He would respect you if you were trying to contribute to the war in your own way.

- He would feel conflicted when he realized his growing feelings toward you since you were not immortal like him or the elves, and neither you nor your kind were permitted to enter the blessed realm. 

- Your time would be limited. He would do his best to ensure your safety during the war, hoping you will live through it and allow for a peaceful life. You two would probably not share anything about your feelings until the last minute when it was time to say goodbye. However, if you did not survive the war, he would silently mourn for you and perhaps feel regret for not telling you of his feelings. 

- If Eonwe decided to stay in Middle Earth for some mission Manwe bestowed upon him, and incidentally met you. You most likely end up as his guide in Middle Earth.

- He would be wearing a disguise or a form that would help him blend in with the people, so you would have no idea he was a Maiar. 

- Eonwe would learn more things about humans from you. He would still share the same conflicted feelings about his growing feelings toward you, but after some counseling and advice from old acquaintances, he may be more open-minded about it. 

- He would eventually reveal the truth about himself to you, and you will either be accepting or there was a chance you already knew about it. It would be impossible not to notice things when you’ve traveled together for some time. 

- If you two got together, you would be a happy pair, and spend as much time together as possible. 

- Eonwe would think you were adorable if you got a big fascination toward his wings and allowed you to play with them even if they were slightly sensitive. 

- Eonwe would most likely stay in Middle Earth to be with you at the end of your days. Or if you contributed to fighting evil and protecting Middle Earth, then maybe the Valars would allow you to stay in Valinor, or perhaps grant you an immortal life so you could stay with Eonwe. 

- There could be a chance becoming immortal would mean that you would be bound to the world and have the same fate as elves, but if you willingly chose that, then Eonwe would be forever devoted to you. 

[doodle-pops]

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Welcome back to Kinktober 2023 for The Silmarillion. As usual, this masterlist and the main one will be updated after each post under the respective characters. All work will be tagged under #silm smut and #mina_kinktober2023 for easier findings.

If you enjoyed my work, I can only politely ask that you positively comment, reblog and leave a like.

Week 1 [2nd–6th]

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Cockwarming | CEO! Maedhros — Show Me Your Devotion

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Somnophilia | Elladan — Sunshine and Peaches

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Fantasy/Dream Sex | Fingon — Wild, Wild Thoughts

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ First Time | Argon — Honeymoon Sweetheart

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Size Kink/Stomach Bulge | Celebrimbor — Midnight Mischief

Week 2 [9th–13th]

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Thigh Riding | Feanor — Let Me Dance For You

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Brat Taming | Erestor — Troublemaker

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Dacryphilia | Námo — Love Me as You Cry

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Breeding Kink | Fingolfin — Mr. and Mrs. Hours

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Lingerie | Curufin — Diamonds and Pleasure

Week 3 [16th–20th]

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Squirting | Turgon — Dusk Till Dawn

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Cunnilingus | Glorfindel — A Matter of Honour and Pride

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Hunter and Prey | Beleg — Paradise at the Border

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Corruption Kink | Eönwë — The Delicacy of a Dove

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Fingering | Thingol — Let Me Indulge in Your Fantasies

Week 4 [23rd–27th]

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Mirror Kink | Finrod — Love in the Moonlight

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Body–Worship | Egalmoth — One and Only

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Threesome | Finarfin + Fingolfin — A Dance Made for Us

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Exhibitionism | Irmo — Like the World Is Watching

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Bondage | Ecthelion — Sit Still, Look Pretty

Week 5 [30th–31st]

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Sensory Play | Manwë — Desert Rose

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Aphrodisiac/Sex Pollen | Elrond — Kiss it Better

This content is the works of ©doodle-pops 2023. No permission to repost, upload, translate or plagiarise on any platform. Reblogs are welcomed to show support to content creators. I do not own any of these characters. All rights to the original creators.

[lya-dustin]

Fic masterlist

Hotd

Someone will remember us (aemond targaryen x oc, aemma velaryon) completed ,rated: M

All is Bliss (in the Court of Aemma the Great) Aemond x Aemma, completed, rated M

Whatever souls are made of (aemond x aemma one shot series)

To the ends of the earth (aemond x aemma au)

Aemond x Reader inserts

Hotd big bang spring 2024

Cupid kills with arrows (arranged marriage/loosely based on queen charlotte au)

Shock and delight (bridgerton au)

Sun (one word prompt, shock and delight)

Castle (one word prompt, rhaenicent)

Hotd bigbang road 24 prompts

Sweet mother (table sex gate ft rhaenicent) rated: M

Desperate Measures (Gwayne Hightower x Jena Mertyns(oc))

The Last Kingdom

Osferth masterlist

Aethelred x reader

Magnificent Century

Au list

Dune

Queen of Light, King of Darkness (Feyd x OC)

The Last Wolf of Lankiveil (part 2 of Feyd x Nurbanu(oc))

Broken (feyd x nurbanu one shot)

Saltburn

A Comedy of Nonmathematical Errors (Michael Gavey is secretly Felix Catton's twin) hiatus

Rings of Power

I Sang of Leaves of Gold (gil galad x maia!oc, rings of power)

the moon lives in the lining of your skin(gil galad x erinti, silmarilion)

The Stone Table (gil galad x erinti smut)

The Scion of Kings and the Lady of Flowers(Gil-galad x reader)

Balcmeg (au where Gil-galad and Erinti adopt a baby orc)

[reverieparacosm]

Melkor Imagine: "Who did this to you?"

Melkor (Morgoth) x GN!Maia

Warnings: Injury

Note: A Request by @shamelessredpanda and it's a follow-up to the Headcanons: What it would be like to be Melkor's only Maia

Melkor, a powerful Ainur, burned with a fierce protectiveness for his beloved Maia. When he saw the evidence of the fight marring his Maia's delicate features, a simmering rage ignited within him.

Melkor's eyes narrowed as he tenderly traced the Maia's bruised cheek, his touch feather-light yet possessive. "Who did this to you?" he murmured, his voice deceptively soft. The Maia trembled under the intensity of his gaze, sensing the barely restrained fury simmering beneath the surface.

With deliberate movements, Melkor tilted the Maia's chin up, his fingers curling around their jaw as he scrutinized the injury. His grip tightened ever so slightly, a silent promise of vengeance. "Tell me everything," he commanded, his eyes burning with a primal need to protect.

As he gently wiped away the streak of crimson, the Maia's breath caught in their throat, sensing Melkor's barely restrained fury.

As the Maia recounted the events, Melkor's expression darkened, a muscle in his jaw twitching with barely suppressed rage. When the tale was finished, he pulled the Maia close, cradling them possessively. "I will not allow this transgression to go unpunished," he growled, pressing a fierce, almost bruising kiss to the Maia's brow before striding out, his hand already reaching for his formidable arsenal.

The Maia watched in a mixture of awe and trepidation as Melkor gathered his formidable arsenal and strode out, the air crackling with his barely contained power. Time seemed to crawl by, the ominous silence punctuated only by the Maia's anxious heartbeat. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow, the Maia couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding.

Hours later, Melkor returned, his clothing and skin stained with blood. He stood before the Maia, his gaze intense and unyielding. "It is done," he stated, a feral glint in his eyes. "They will never trouble you again."

The Maia felt relief and unease. They knew Melkor would stop at nothing to protect them, but the sheer intensity of his wrath left them unsettled. What other battles would he wage in the name of their safety? The Maia clung to the knowledge of Melkor's unwavering devotion, even as they feared the consequences of his unyielding fury.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hi! I love your writing! Especially your Mairon. Can I request a Mairon x wife Reader (female Maia of Yavanna) where she insists that spending the day outside with her away from his forge will cure his burnout on his current project. He doesn’t like the idea at first, but is quickly impressed with the new skills she shows him. So impressed that it leads to smut in the garden. Thank you!

"The beauty in imperfections"

Pairing: Mairon x Fem. Reader (Maia | Established relationship | Second person POV | Location - Almaren)

Themes: Soft | Smut (Lemon-ish)

Warnings: Kissing | Public sex | Hand job (Male receiving) | Fingering | Penetrative sex | Cream pie

Word count: 1.7k words

Summary: Things heat up between you and Mairon while resting in a starlit meadow.

Rating:🔥🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+

For rules and tag form, read here.

"You toil too much, husband."

Mairon poured over many pieces of parchment, all of which were filled with drawings. He welled up with loathing whenever he glanced at them.

"Master Aulë tasked me with the creation of a diadem worthy of Varda herself," he replied, turning to face you, his voice and eyes dulled by exhaustion. "It must be perfect...none of these are perfect."

Ah, yes. Mairon and his quest for order and perfection. It was both a blessing and a curse, one that threatened to cripple him most of the time. You looked at him, your eyes filling with worry.

"You have confined yourself to the four walls of this forge for too long, husband," you said, taking his hand. "You need a diversion. A change of air will do you good, I think."

Mairon protested with, "But my task... Master Aulë..."

You were quick to cut him off. "Can wait. Come, husband. I am certain your vision can wait."

Mairon opened his mouth to refuse. You simply stood there, hands on your hips, bearing a look that would take no refusal. Mairon glared, the light slowly returning to his golden-orange eyes. You were unmoved. He crossed his arms over his chest. You were unmoved. You tapped the toe of your shoe against the floor. The forge soon filled with the unmistakable tap tap tap of hardened leather against stone. You arched a brow.

Mairon's lips curled at the corners. The tap tap tap grew insistent. Mairon's chest rumbled. You grinned while he struggled to hold back his amusement. Mairon finally laughed long and softly and shook his head.

"Determined little thing, yes?" He paused to walk around the forge. The flames in the furnace had been extinguished, and it was cool to the touch. Tools had been safely put away. All that remained was to shut the doors and windows, and he could leave. "Pray be patient a little longer, and we will leave, you and I."

It was not long before you were leading Mairon down a pebbled path that threaded around a beautiful meadow. The way ahead was lit with bright starlight. It turned the world a glorious silver. Mairon glanced at you, how your hair shone, how your eyes had gone soft and bright and dreamy. He found himself sighing softly.

"Here," you said, and led him under the gnarled branches of an oak tree that had withered with time. You spread your skirts over the soft grass and sat down with your back to the bark. "Come lay here and place your head on my lap."

Mairon made himself comfortable, sighing wistfully when cool air washed over him and you brushed your hand down his hair. He looked at you, wondering how much he would have missed and how long he would have been away from you, toiling on a vision that kept slipping through his fingers.

"Forgive me," he whispered, reaching up to curl his fingers around your hair. "For keeping myself from you for so long. Are you angry?"

"No," you replied truthfully. "For you have your duties just as much as I have mine. But I must confess," you sighed with worry, "watching your tasks consume you alarms me."

"I know," he agreed, "but I cannot help myself. It has to be perfection, nothing less. Is that wrong?"

"Perfection is an illusion, husband." You counseled, and reached to the side to pluck a dandelion in full bloom. "Nothing is truly perfect. Look at this flower. Yavannah created these with her own hands. See how uneven its petals and leaves are, how it is filled with little bumps and lines."

Mairon took the flower and looked over it critically. He found the little bumps and lines, the mismatched petals and leaves.

"And yet it is still beautiful," he admitted, albeit reluctantly. Mairon craved order and perfection; he could not help himself. Still, there was truth to what you said. Nothing was perfect, and even imperfections bring about beauty all of their own. "Perhaps you are right. I will stay away from the forge for a while, and go back to my task with rested eyes."

"Yes," you allowed, and looked around you. The meadow was a riot of blooms, and at that moment, the light from Telperion slowly spread out against the night sky in a brilliant display. The world was even more beautiful for it. Mairon saw it too. There was peace here, and magic. He slowly rose to his feet and dusted himself off, wanting to make the most of the time the two of you had together.

"Walk with me, wife," he implored, taking your hand into his. "Come walk with me."

Walk with him you did. You showed where the roses were, and where the wildflowers bloomed, even the lavender and sage and jasmines. Every flower and vine and tree imaginable was here. Mairon followed you, listening to you while you talked, his eyes on your lips the entire time. They were lips that were meant to be kissed. It had been long, too long in his mind, when the two of you kissed. And he thought he might not find himself in a more wonderous moment like this ever again. He stopped walking. You turned your attention to him, your gaze holding his even as he inched closer. His eyes burned into yours as the two of you stood close—so close that you felt the warmth wash off his fana and make your heart race a beat faster. Mairon wasted no time. He took you into his embrace and lowered his head, his lips barely brushing over yours.

His kiss shrouded your thoughts in a veil of bliss when it slowly deepened. Mairon growled, the sound low in his throat, when you responded passionately and returned his kiss eagerly. Goosebumps prickled all over your skin when his tongue slipped into the warmth of your mouth and the tips of his fingers dug into your dress.

"Husband," you breathed, and drew back. "Someone may find us."

"Eru take the others," he muttered thickly, and led you to a patch of meadow filled with glorious red blooms gilded in silver light. He lay down on soft grass and extended his arm. "Come here, wife. We may never get another moment like this again."

You licked your lips and considered his request. To engage in an act so private in a place where anyone could see... it was terrifying, and daring, and so very exciting at the same time. You looked over your shoulder, at the path you took. There was not a soul to be seen. And Mairon was right. The two of you might never come across an enchanting moment like this. You took his hand and lay beside him.

Mairon kissed you, now gently, his skilled hands undoing the lacing of your dress, loosening it, while you found the fastenings on his. He had you on your back before you could even think and he moved over you, caging you to the grass beneath you.

The air smelled so sweet. It was all roses and new leaves and him. You could smell him: all flames and leather and steel and the clean scent of him beneath it all. Your hands were curious in their exploration. You slipped them beneath his robes, running them all over his heated flesh. His breath hitched when you took him into your hands. Mairon trembled, really trembled, his eyes closing, his breathing reducing to ragged little gasps whenever you tightened and released, tightened and released. Just listening to him moan and whisper sweet endearments while hardening in your hands was enough to make you throb and dampen between your thighs.

His hand glided up your leg, going higher and higher before finding your small clothes. There was a sharp rip when he tore apart the wisps in his haste to reach the apex between your thighs. Your back bowed when skilled fingers touched you in a way that was familiar to you, fanning the flames already ablaze in your belly. His kisses muffled your moans. The delicious friction caused by his touch unraveled you.

It was not enough. He drew back and tugged his tunic over his head, his breeches even lower to free his cock. He helped you pull the top of your dress down, dipping his head to taste.

"You taste so sweet," he declared, his tongue leaving a damp trail over the soft expanse of your breasts. You had to bite your tongue. Mairon gripped your chin and tilted it up, compelling you to look at him. He did not want silence. He wanted to hear the sounds of your pleasure. He considered it to be the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. "Moan for me, wife. You know how I enjoy it when you do."

He eagerly dipped his head again. This time his kisses were violent and bruising, turning your fana into a canvas all of its own. Your moans, now wanton and unrestrained, spilled free. Mairon grew drunk on the sounds and shook when your arms slipped around his shoulders and your nails dug in.

"Hurry," you urged. The need to have him inside you was growing stronger by the moment. "Hurry, husband. There. There. Right there."

Mairon slowly sank his cock into your heat and lost himself in your flesh. He felt like such a fool, putting his labors over time with you. Not even the finest of his creations could compare to the time spent with you. His thrusts went from slow to rhythmic to hard and deep and fast, his hips slapping against the insides of your thighs. He trembled when your hands devled into his hair and the tips of your fingers brushed over his scalp, sending wave after wave of unimaginable bliss washing over him. He crushed your mouth with his when your legs scrambled for purchase against his hips.

It was over so soon. When he shuddered and spilled his seed, whispering your name, your fana splintered as your orgasm ripped through you. Mairon moaned when your cunt tightened around his cock. He kept still, his hand over your belly.

"Keep me in," he urged softly. "Do not move."

You forced open your eyes and looked up at him. Jolts of pleasure still licked up your spine. Mairon himself was gilded in the silvery light of the stars. He never looked more beautiful than at that moment. "More," you plead, "Please."

Mairon chuckled. "Then let me take you home. I plan on ruining you, wife."

Tags: @cilil @wandererindreams @edensrose @asianbutnotjapanese

[yandere-ainur-confessions]

would you write a headcanon of how valar and maiar fall for darling and start to be obsessed with them? (did I do it right?? I'm so nervous lol)

❪ ♡ ❫ ── 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 - 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 . . .

  ♡. 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

they remember it so vividly. the day that you walked into their life. passing by them in all your perfectness. your beauty, your demeanour, the small little smile that you gave them once you caught their unintentional stare. many would call it just a chance encounter. the gardens, a banquet, a mere passing interaction - but oh, you will scorn their mind for all eternity. did you feel it too? the connection that they felt? the song of your fëa, surely it was singing for them? it will drive them mad and they will be eager to meet you again. when you recognise them, their heart would sore. so you did feel the same? oh, if only you knew what you had gotten yourself into. they'll make it their life's mission to learn every little thing about you. stalking, you say? no, they're just lovingly learning more about their soulmate. now they are convinced that you are meant to be theirs. and it certainly would be unfortunate if you didn't think so too

𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒆, 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔, ulmo, vana, 𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂, yavanna, 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒏, aiwendil, 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒆, luilire

♡. 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔

you were most likely one of the few people outside of their family to show them true kindness. it felt like they were on air. that day that you aided them with something, or defended their name from others. they remember how fast their heart beat, how their song shifted to a thousand symphonies as they gazed at you with wonder. to think. . . that someone actually cared. from that day they grew hungry for your affection and favour. eager to seek you out and hope that you would continue to show them the kindness and attention that they were greedy for. you made them feel so. . . complete. they've never loved someone so wholeheartedly, so completely, until the day your touch grazed their hand and you smiled at them so warmly. they hope that you feel the same and will do just about anything to gain your attention, even if it's subtly. and should you place your attention elsewhere? you'll regret it.

𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐, 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒓, aule, nessa, 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏, curumo, gothmog, osse, 𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏, almion, 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆 

♡. 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

they have known you for the longest time. it feels like they've loved you for even longer. they are one of your closest companions, the person that you turn to when in need of aid. the one that you cry on when you're sad. the one that has been with you through every good and each bad. they boast in such a fact - that they know you so intimately and that they are the person that you rely on. . . but there is a deeper sense of longing within them, a yearning for something more. they feel possessive over you. after all, aren't they your everything like you are to them? why can't you see that the two of you are meant to be together? every time you bring up someone else they feel a bit of their sanity chipping away. they'll make you see how much you need them. how much they love you. after all, if you didn't feel the same, why did you lead them on? you have to take responsibility. they'll make sure of it, make sure that you know who you belong to.

𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒐, orome, 𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒂, este, 𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒘𝒆, ilmare, arien, melian, 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒆, 𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, erulisse, 𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒆

[ainur-interactions]

Carefully sneaks into the forge and gulps. There he is. Mairon. Waits until he gets all engrossed in his work. Leaves a little present here (carefullycrafted leather, pebbles and crystals of gemstones of various shades of fire), along with a short message. "Hope this helps with your work. <3" They finally turn to sneak away, but this time, their luck runs out as they make a little noise.

the maia's ears perk at the sound and his head whips to your direction. a look of irritation fills his features at the prospect of being interrupted whilst he is busy with his work.

“what is it? don't you know b —” the shimmering gemstones catch his attention and he once overs the trinkets along with the letter.

it takes him a moment before his brows furrow and he clears his throat as his ears droop in the slightest. “so, it was you who has been leaving all of these. . . materials around.” mairon clears his throat, unsure of how to react as he turns back to his work. “don't expect anything in return. if anything. . . I'm amazed at how you would waste your time on something like this — let alone for me.”

[eunoiaastralwings]

Can I get a platonic Eonwe x adopted girl child apprentice reader, where the child asks him a complicated question like " why can't elves men and dwarves all get along and be friends instead of living separately" being a Maiar, he is supposed to be wiser than most elves and others, but even then, there are some questions that are too complicated, and he has to explain how things aren't that simple.

EÖNWË WITH AN ADOPTED CHILD:

featuring eöwnë and adopted female child

fandom tolkien — the silmarillion

Eönwë had known the hardship of taking care of children - he had watched many children bearing and struggling with them. Manwë had even warned him.

But when he met you - the little girl mesmerized by his wings and pulling at it - he felt a sudden urge to protect you and keep you away from all harm, to wrap his wings around you and carry you away from the place that gave you no home.

He took care of you and loved you as his own - knowing very well this is what he wanted.

Eönwë didn’t care for you bundles of energy - or excitement to learn anything and everything. In fact, he encouraged it.

Eönwë knew children weren’t an easy job - to be honest he would definitely say being the herald was much easier than being a father to a child.

Eönwë prepared himself for everything - the laughs, the crying, the screaming and the whining - but the end of the day when he returns to see your wide sparkling eyes and smile with small arms that wrap tightly with all your might around his neck calling him ‘atya’ is when he knows he always did the right thing.

The herald loved being home to his little chick that was determined to get his attention on every little thing they found interesting - he loves when you come climb onto his lap and talk animatedly about your day.

But what he didn’t prepare himself for were the boundless questions of why. . . 

“Why can't elves, men and dwarves all get along and be friends instead of living separately?”

You suddenly asked one day as he explained to you about Middle Earth.

Eönwë looked at you shocked - then blinked, stammering for answer.

 He scratched the back of his neck - his eyes moving around the room trying to think of something to explain to you as you waited extra patiently for an answer.

The as if Manwë somehow had his back - or perhaps it was Queen Yavanna or her sister Queen Vána - but anyways his eyes landed on the slowly blooming flower nearby the windows

Eönwë softly hummed - then stood from his sitting position on the ground and sat on the chair.

He gently scooped you into his arms and placed you on his lap.

“You see that pretty flower?”

He asked - pointing to it after you settled on his lap.

Eönwë smiled as you nodded your head enthusiastically.

“Well we know flowers like spring, don’t we?”

Again you nodded your head.

“But did you know some flowers like winter too?”

You frowned.

“But won’t they die?

You asked - rather sad.

Eönwë quickly shook his head.

“No, some flowers like snowdrops love the cold. . .while some do not and love to grow in spring or summer.”

He explained carefully.

“Like flowers - we are all different, little one. We do not tend to like the same things - and sometimes there is nothing wrong with that. If we all liked the same things the world would be too boring.”

He tickled you - making you erupt into giggles.

“But even though we are different - in some way we get along. Like seasons give space to one another, comes and goes - the men, elves and dwarves tend to do the same. There are some harsh winters, but still they help to make sure the flower blooming spring can break through the icy winters and live. . .”

Eönwë sighed for a second.

“While it would be better for all of us to get alone, little one - it does take time, like the seasons take time. . .we must wait, especially when they are all so stubborn!”

He rolled his eyes, making you laugh again.

“One day, little one. . . One day all will be well.”

He said – stroking your hair. 

Eönwë prayed it will be because he wanted a better world for you. . .

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[dirty-ainur-confessions]

Ooh Mairon fingering reader in the bathtub is giving me brainrot 😈😍

and he would be so mean about it too. feigning gentleness, saying how he wishes to worship your body. he'd let you sit between his legs and lean back against him as he tends to your heat. he's so slow, painfully slow. and your squirming is made obvious by the splashing of the water.

“sssh, precious.” he'd croon to your ear in response to your hushed whimper. his fingers continue their slow pace, thumb tickling your clit as his other arn traps you against his warm body. “let me take care of you.”

in the end, he would catch you off guard. fucking his fingers into you until you're squirming and crying as you squirt for him. just so that he can mock you for getting yourself dirty all over again.

[lamemaster]

Made of Dreams (Gwindor x Gn Reader)

Pairing: Gwindor x Gn Maia Reader

Summary: Gwindor almost wanted to question the foolishness of the gesture as he emptily gazed at his own hand held by an unknown but imposing hand. But he kept quiet, following the command of the voice he did not know.

(AN: I believe Gwindor deserves his healing and all the love. Here is my healing after finals. Hope you like it!)

"Shhh," Gwindor barely resisted the urge to flinch and run away as he felt the warmth of contact behind him. Only the absence of his hroa had prevented him from sprinting to the other end of the room.

A lithe hand with slender fingers held Gwindor's hand, or whatever semblance of a hand his fea had managed to construct. "Relax," a husky voice sounded next to his ear. A voice that rang with the sonority of ancient times. The hand that dwarfed his own guided his hand up to face him. Gwindor's world narrowed to the warmth of touch he felt after ages. It burned greater than any fire yet soothed better than any salve.

Gwindor almost wanted to question the foolishness of the gesture as he emptily gazed at his own hand held by an unknown but imposing hand. But he kept quiet, following the command of the voice he did not know.

He had not expected to encounter anyone in the unfrequented path he had found in the gardens of the halls of Mandos. It was not the most spectacular existence in the halls. It did not hold soothing fountains or graceful willows that swept in a mellow breeze, but it was a path that Gwindor kept to himself.

He felt the warmth of a steady breath next to the column of his neck. So alarmingly close. But the existence next to him did not alarm him like most had for the longest time after his death. No... this person held the stillness of mountains and the depth of oceans.

"Look," Gwindor snapped out of his stupor as the voice whispered so gently that for a moment Gwindor doubted if it was ever said out loud. A flutter tickled his hand.

Gwindor found a glowing butterfly perched on his hand. The undaunted creature on his hand fluttered, and its luminous silver wings kissed Gwindor's hands.

For a moment, Gwindor felt grateful for the hand that supported his hand. He was thankful for the hand that held his trembling one as the most delicate of creatures rested in his palm.

Gwindor sucked in a sharp breath as another butterfly landed on his hand. "They traveled a long way from Lorien to get here," the quiet voice added, and Gwindor remained still, afraid of scaring the butterflies that lingered on his hand.

He wanted to turn around and take a look at the owner of the hand under his own hand. He dared not speak anything as he observed the papery wings and intricate pattern of veins that lay between them.

In those moments of his transfixion, Gwindor did not fret about the scars that lined his features or the stretch marks spread across his arms and neck.

With all his courage gathered, Gwindor turned to look back at the hand still holding his. His eyes found yours. Deep voids of black stared back at him. You did not move away from him.

Not even the marks left behind by Morgoth scared you. Not many had the courage to look at the face that the fallen Vala had taken his time to twist into one of his cruelties. A marred Quendi who went against everything that the firstborn were. Maybe if Morgoth had broken his mind and made him into a complete creature of darkness. Perhaps if he died an orc rather than a detested and scorned elf. It could have been better.

Gwindor did not protest when you freed your hand from his. Surprisingly, the butterflies still stayed huddled on his palm. "They truly wanted to be seen. It was getting really noisy with all of them whining about it in my ears," another butterfly flies in and settles on top of your head. Gwindor continues to watch as another decides to rest on the bridge of your nose.

"Forgive me for scaring you," you bow, and by some miracle, the butterflies on top of you remain seated in their position. "I am Y/N, a Maiar of Irmo. I am not familiar with the rules of Mandos' halls." You speak without an inkling of doubt.

The more Gwindor looks at you, the more he finds himself entrapped by your looks. The Maiar of the deepest of sleep, sleep that heals the mind and body.

Gwindor wonders if the usually solemn path he frequents glimmers so much with the twinkling butterflies or the light that seems to originate from your every pore. With every passing second, more and more butterflies gather around.

"What are these?" Gwindor asks, intrigued by the fluttering creatures surrounding him. "These are charms made by the Maiar of my Vala Irmo," you reply and watch as Gwindor plucks one from your hand and places it in his hands. "They help ward off stray nightmares or traumatizing memories. My Vala wanted it delivered in the halls of Mandos." You add, and Gwindor feels acutely aware of the butterfly that rests in his hands.

It is only fair to let it go, he reasons with himself. It belongs to another aggrieved soul, he thinks, but the butterfly in his hand feels like his companion after so long. A companion who would not mind his scarred face.

"It really likes you. You should keep it around," you speak as if you hadn't just heard his internal dilemma.

"Do you understand it?" Gwindor asks, and you smile, a subtle yet mesmerizing smile, free of any blemish or marring, so different from his own horrid face.

"I do understand them. I have looked after them since their birth, so their words come easily to me. Would you like to learn it as well?" You offer with ease, someone unbothered by the world. You do not detest Gwindor like most do. You don't seem bothered by the mockery of Morgoth that his face is.

That day Gwindor finds not one but two companions. Maybe this was his path to healing.

That is how you first meet Gwindor, the ellon who loves selflessly, the one who has been denied his right to heal due to the scorn of the society that breeds vanity.

You meet him and find yourself frequenting the halls you seldom visited in the past, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Quendi who walks on unfrequented paths and carries with him a silver butterfly.

Maybe someday, you will be allowed to love him under the Sun and the Moon, but until then, you visit the hall of Mandos, hoping to talk to him.

You find yourself talking to him for hours on end. You talk more than you ever have, more than you talked in your Vala's halls. You fill the silent garden of Mandos with your words. And as the days pass, you listen to Gwindor.

He speaks of Middle Earth, of his brother, of Turin, and his curse. On some days, he speaks of Morgoth, and on those days, you end up staying back to guard against the nightmares that plague him.

As days turn into chilly nights, you sometimes catch his gaze lingering on you. There are days when your hand finds his, and you find it hard to let go. There are also days when your elf refuses to see you or look in your eyes. Those are days when his hair remains let down, covering most of his face. When that happens, you find your thumb rubbing patterns in the center of his palm as silence fills the air

So, you sit there and wait. 

One day you would teach him to love selfishly.

[animatorweirdo]

The Maiar Being Horses...

The Maiar being mythical horse legends.

Requested by Anon

Hi! I would like to request a Silm horses AU for the Ainur? I know you characterize them as the owners in the other Silm horses AU but I was wondering if you'd be interested in doing one for them as horses since it might be fun. Thanks!

(Author note: The Ainur are depicted as the owners, but since I had depicted some of the maiar as horses. I got some inspiration, so I hope you will be fine with just the Maiars. )

Warnings: mysteriousness, Sauron, Melkor, mentions of horse poachers and slight violence, Osse being mischievous and causing trouble with his moods.

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Melian 

- The mysterious mare mother of Luthien. 

- She lives in the forest, out of the human’s sight. The forest and the birds heed her command and presence. When she’s around, you feel like the whole forest is watching you which can leave you unnerved. 

- She would look slightly similar to Luthien, except her eyes would glow green and roots and plants would grow out of her mane. 

- Might appear once in a while to observe the Doriath Woods stable to see her foal, but never comes forward. 

- The only mythical horse no one knows about. 

Mairon 

- A dark tall stallion with reddish and sometimes golden eyes. 

- A prideful horse, who loves order and being above everything else. He is considered the head of Melkor’s riding school horses. 

- Not many know his real form as he wanders among the stable, but sometimes have been seen leaving scorched hoof marks on the ground. 

- No one is sure if Melkor is aware of his favorite horse’s unique traits, but taking his interest in Luthien and other mythical horses, he might be fully aware. 

- Is rumored to release smoke from his nostrils, but no horse or human ever dares to come near him to confirm. 

Eonwe 

- Eonwe is a friendly white stallion of the Tirion stable. He is known to guard the horses from harm and poachers who had tried to kidnap horses from the famed stable. 

- Not much is known about Eonwe’s past, except that he had remained as Manwe’s loyal companion for many years. 

- Eonwe is friendly toward other humans and horses. He is especially gentle with children. 

- The only strange things that happen around him are when some birds come to him occasionally and large white feathers can be found in his pasture. 

- Some have speculated that he is a white pegasus hiding in plain sight, but have never found proof. 

- Eonwe often spends time with Ilmare which is considered peculiar but not strange. 

Ilmare 

- A beautiful black mare with a reclusive nature. She also protects the horses of Tirion with Eonwe, especially during the night. 

- Despite her reclusive nature, she is close with Varda and is friendly with most people. 

- Melkor she is least fond of.  

- Her being a mythical horse is most uncertain. However, some have said to have seen stars appear on her goat during nights when the stars are at their brightest, and her eyes glowing with starlight. 

- Ilmare is a very calm horse, but if angered enough, the one to provoke her will spend a very long time in the hospital. 

Uinen 

- There is a local legend in the Gondolin Hills stable, about water horses that lurk in the great lake and rivers at the bottom of the mountains. In truth, Uinen is one of them and lives there with her spouse, Osse. 

- Uinen is curious by nature but mostly observes and stays out of sight. 

- No one had ever truly seen her and Osse, except those who might have caught a glimpse of them when fishing or swimming. 

- Uinen’s coat is light green and her mane is made from the weed and plants of the lake with lotus flowers growing out of it. It would be easy to mistake her for a simple plant lingering on the lake’s surface till you see a pair of eyes looking at you beneath the water. 

- Some have said to have seen her appear on land to eat fruits and apples, causing believers to leave some as offerings to her, especially during bad weather. It was said if Uinen enjoys the offerings, she might make their weather and river days easier.

Osse

- Spouse of Uinen, and one of the legends of the lake. 

- Osse mostly resides in the flowing rivers and is way more active, but sometimes returns to the lake. 

- Osse is more on the wilder side and takes a slightly more unsettling sight. 

- His appearance is more uncertain, as some have seen him with a gray and blue scaly goat with gills upon his neck and a wet dark mane covering his head, while some had said to have seen him in a form completely made out of water. 

- Osse does not often show himself to humans, but he is the most mischievous of the two legends, sometimes causing the river currents to be stronger or splashing the water to startle the local horse riders. 

- However, it is said he is short-tempered and that his mood could affect the weather and rivers. Awful rains have appeared when trash has been found in his home, or if someone was rude and made insulting remarks, they would find themself get injured or taken away by the river current. 

- These moods were often calmed by Uinen, but the fear of him being angry ensured the local horse riders and people never littered the lake and rivers or made awful comments. 

- He is relatively safe. However, do not leave trash in the forest or rivers, or make awful comments about his home, he might just make a bad river, or attempt to make you fall in the water and drown.

[doodle-pops]

Eönwë Avian Traits Characterisation

| Part 1 | Part 2: [Pre-Heat, Heat/Mating and Post-Heat]

A/N: The second part of Eönwë's characterisation. Done and completed at last! It's awfully long but I don't believe you all would complain :)

Warnings: talks and acts of breeding and impregnation, a quick mention of using herbal contraceptives, mentions of ovulation, knotting, animalistic (avian) behaviour, and detailed descriptions of mating/sex, somnophilia (consensual sex while unconscious), creampies, fingering, grinding, overstimulation, rough sex, sub!reader, dom!Eönwë, aftercare,

| Pre-Heat |

When Eönwë's heat has arrived, he goes through two weeks of experiencing heat, however, they are separated into two part: Pre-heat and Heat. Pre-heat is the first week where his body undergoes changes for the second week which begins his heat.

As spring is approaching, Eӧnwё goes through many different transitions before appearing fit for mating with you. Firstly, he begins to shed his feathers, the old ones dropping out and being replaced by new shiny plumage.

Secondly, he becomes more territorial than ever and it’s serious. He doesn’t want you out of his sight, the exception being that you’re within the same premises as him and he can smell and hear you.

Possessive to a fault and will fight, so it’s best if you don’t leave the house because you’re going to be walking around in public bouncing into other people and his bird brain cannot comprehend that.

Whenever you don’t smell like him, he’ll drag you off to rub himself all over you so you’re smelling like him. It does contain him grinding all over you or engaging in small sexual activities that leave his scent on you.

This becomes a habit of his during the entire wait for mating season, he’s always all over you. Pulling you into some corner to go down on you or fingering you, anything except sex, for you to smell like him.

Thirdly, his appetite increases, and he puts on more weight, like muscle mass. His body bulks up and everything about him grows and becomes enlarged (yes, even his dick gets bigger, like BIGGER).

Eats more than ever to increase his mass so he’ll have enough energy for the week he’s about to have you to himself. Eӧnwё would appreciate it if you cooked meals for him, that way he’s aware of his mate being able to provide and care as well.

There are changes in his wings. His plumage is shinier than ever and a few shades darker, so they no longer appear white: greyer. Even with his wingspan increase, you would notice him stretching out his wings over the period; it’s him adjusting to the new size. Plus, super sensitive so avoid touching them for now. He also grows additional inches and towers over you even more.

Later on, his voice drops and his eyes become more hawk-like, sharper and his irises glow in the dark. It’s impossible to hide anything from him, even his sense of smell has amplified.

Eӧnwё could smell your arousal from a mile away, no wonder why he’s always cornering you (it’s worse if you’re ovulating around his rut, like seriously worse. He’ll either start mating right there to not miss a chance or glower in the back horny x10).

His bodily temperature increases and it’s like sleeping directly beside a campfire. He’s always sweating and covered in a sheen, so this leads to him walking around half-naked; shirtless with some loose trousers that barely hang on his hips and the obvious outline of his dick.

This is also done by him to get your arousal up and running. Help your hormones run in sync with his as if his pheromones aren’t doing the trick already. This is accompanied by him constantly whispering about how he can’t wait to breed you.

It’s natural for him to engage in mating because it’s his body’s natural way of informing him that he’s ready to settle down and have a family; the joys of seeing you become pregnant. However, it depends on the stage you've both reached in your relationship because Eönwë would understand that you aren't ready for children if you two aren't wedded and new to the relationship.

It's just his natural avian instincts to mate for children purposes even though it's not yours and his reason (he just wants the pain to disappear).

Fourthly, the nest. Sooner or later, during your stay at Eӧnwё, you are going to notice start noticing pillows and sheets missing. “Weren’t there four cushions on the couch yesterday?” Cue Eӧnwё, adjusting the cushions in the nest he’s building in his chamber.

But before he builds the nest, he does heavy tidying to the house, it needs to be spick and spanked for his mate to feel comfortable during their mating. But the house also needs to be marked as his territory, so he places his feathers throughout the house and in your nest.

You’ll be walking through the house and see a trail of white silvery feathers in the most random of places.

One time, you were in need of a pillow to sleep and because the nest wasn’t ready to be used, you removed a pillow from it to sleep. Never before had you heard Eӧnwё sounding so displeased and feral, “Pull. Them. Back. Now.”. Note to self, do not remove anything from your shared nest.

When he’s finished with the nest, he will bring you to inspect it and give the final confirmation. It’s really just a pile of mattresses doubled up and sheets everywhere with cushions and pillows for extra fluffiness— please don’t say no, he’s already stressed and it’s a form of rejection, and I will personally hunt you with a pitchfork if you reject.

| Mating (NSFW) |

So if this is your first mating season with him, you would have probably figured out that Eӧnwё has a massive breeding kink and impregnating kink when mating season rolls around because he’s mentally at that stage of waiting to have a family.

You would have been hearing him whispering it in your ear throughout the pre-mating, so you are going to hear him mumbling it in your ear the entire time about filling you up.

If you both don’t want children, then find some contraceptive herbs that prevents pregnancy, do inform him firstly because the avian part of him will be heartbroken at how you didn’t conceive should it not be discussed beforehand. Consider it a mental preparation for him so, when nothing happens, he doesn't mourn or become depressed.

Everything is going to happen so randomly. You would probably be making something to eat and all of a sudden you look up and see Eӧnwё standing at the entrance panting and animalistic looking before he marches over and drags you to the nest.

You cannot leave your nest the entire time you are rolling around and sloppy fucking into the sheets. As much as you probably wish to wash off, Eӧnwё is there to preen you, so at no point are you stepping out. You did once while he was sleeping to relieve yourself and boy were you in for tears when you returned. It nearly threw his entire heat off because he thought you had left him.

If you need anything, you need to tell him and he’ll get it for you. If you need to relieve yourself, then he’ll carry you and bring you back, anything else, inform him and he’ll get it. He's a malewife during your entire heat.

Expect within the first few rounds, not the first day, but just a few rounds to appear like you’ve fought a massive war because you are going to be marked up from head to toe. Hickeys everywhere and small bite marks.

His goal is to also ward off any unwanted male so he’s scenting you as he fucks, and that’s mostly through filling you up. His body knots according to a particular release of cum, this is why he can fuck you multiple rounds back to back and fill you up without knotting. Sometimes he goes through three rounds maybe five before his body allows him to knot (and no, he doesn’t lay eggs, just regular cum).

His body is overly sensitive as well, that’s why he tends to release so quickly. He’s been denying himself until you mate so he’s oversensitive to every touch and his body is chasing relief. His knots last for a few minutes, ten to fifteen minutes, and no, he doesn’t soften at all— he remains hard. This also leads to you being overstimulated.

At the start, he’ll be hesitant and fighting with himself to not let loose and go feral, it’s his first time with you so he doesn’t want to scare you. You need to reassure him that it’s alright to go crazy and wild (and then you were incapacitated). He's like an animal in heat (get it? no? okay), tossing you about the bed, placing his weight on top of you and pinning you into the mattress, biting, marking and so much more.

Eӧnwё is an entirely different person during his heat when he’s fucking you that is, when he’s finished his first knotting, he’s all soft.

Turns into a teddy bear as if he wasn’t sloppy fucking you like your life depended on it a few seconds ago. Clinging to you and cleaning you, nuzzling your hair and preening with some merry chirping in between.

He’ll ask you so many questions about how you’re feeling or if you need to get water. The bad part about it is that if you don’t have any refreshments nearby, you have to wait until his knot deflates before having that glass of water.

As mentioned in A Bond That Keeps Us, he settles the nest nearby the window to give you a beautiful view of nature as he fucks the life out of you.

Please know that because he has so much energy and stamina, he has and will fuck you until you pass out and even as you’re passed out, you would have to note that he’s still using your body despite unconsciousness (of course Eӧnwё informs you that something like this might happen and you gave him consent).

Throughout his entire heat, he is dominant and will never allow you to top so if you are a dominant person and hates the idea of being topped, get used to it. Furthermore, he is in no way degrading or restraining you at all. Yes, he’ll pin you down with his body weight but no collars, ropes or blindfolds. This is a romantic passionate meaningful session.

Don’t even attempt to touch or relieve yourself, you are just hurting him more than ever. His ability to please you would be shattered, it’s as if you’re silently telling him that he isn’t doing a good job.

Know that Eӧnwё is going to make you cum every way on this cock touched and untouched. It will become his profession to make you cum in every way possible.

Along with being a dominant person, he isn’t degrading but he’s still spouting filth about how good you look all filled with his cum, at the same time, he’s sentimental and emotional.

This is his first mating season with you, and he still can’t believe he has a mate and you were willing to mate with him. Of course, he’s going to be praising how wonderful you are to and for him. Will lead to a soft moment being slipped in and him being a tad bit gentler, mostly coming to the end when his energy is fluctuating and he’s in and out of his stamina.

But not to worry, this only happens around day five or six, on day seven, he regains his last bit of energy to finish his heat strongly to show you he’s fully capable of lasting and pleasuring you. Here is where his last knot would occur and most cum is produced (he’s breeding you, it’s creampies all the way).

While he’s lying there with his cum in you and his heat is fading, he turns into an overprotective and loving puppy. Worrying about all the marks on your skin as if he didn’t deliver them. Any massage that your body requires, at this moment, he would deliver them while he allows you your rest.

| Post-Heat |

You two would remain wrapped up with each other for a couple hours, feeling absolutely lethargic because all the weariness from seven days of fucking came crashing down on you both.

Eӧnwё would have to force himself out of bed to prepare a bath for you both because he knows that it’s about time the both of you clean up. He wants to rest but firstly wishes to have you clean and tidy up the place because it’s an absolute mess. Objects are broken, pillows strewn, cushions destroyed, and mattress wrecked and feathered everywhere which spurs Eӧnwё into cleaning mode but he’s too tired.

A hot bath with scented oils, he’ll clean you up and comment on how good you did for your first heat with him. You are so knocked out and in la la land to be aware that he’s cleaning you up.

When he’s finished, he’ll take you to another room in the house for you to peacefully rest and snuggle beside you. While you’re naturally incapacitated due to his skills, he becomes weary and lethargic and refuses to move or function. All he can do is sleep to rebuild all his lost energy.

Lots of cuddling and spending time in bed, if you have the energy to spare. But basically, everything falls back into a normal routine once you’re not pregnant. Eӧnwё goes back to being Eӧnwё.

Bonus: if you had conceived, he would recognise the change in your scent at the end of his post-heat (which usually last between one-three days). Your body scent would change, and he’d be able to pick on the difference as well as sense their fёa.

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Author's Note: Another lovely request by @edensrose, and one our darling bird boy enjoyed just as much as I did~

Sorry again that the remaining prompts are taking a while; for those who don't know, I'm very sick at the moment. Thank you for your patience.♡

ೃ♡⁀➷ Spicy Bingo: BDSM + Eönwë x reader ৎ୭

You love this hidden side of him, this secret that he only shares with those he trusts; his desire to conquer, to possess, to dominate.

ৎ୭ Synopsis: Eönwë decides you need a bit of discipline before you get your reward

ৎ୭ Featuring: femaleMaia!reader, top/dom Eönwë, roleplay, the very innocent use of titles such as general and sir, consensual corporeal punishment (spanking), riding, BDSM

ৎ୭ Oneshot (~1.4k)

He is gorgeous like this, beautiful and intimidating. 

You look up at Eönwë, kneeling in front of him like he ordered you to, and admire how the evening sun bathes his form in a warm golden glow. He appears to enjoy what he sees as well–you, on your knees, submitting to him so willingly–and strokes your hair, a gesture meant to display affection and dominance at the same time. 

Your eyes flutter, and you let out a content sigh. You love this hidden side of him, this secret that he only shares with those he trusts; his desire to conquer, to possess, to dominate. Despite his calm demeanour, you can sense his excitement and lean forward to press your lips to the inside of his thigh, intending to tease him with open-mouthed kisses, but Eönwë gently pulls on your hair to stop you. 

"Not so fast, little bird," he admonishes. "You know it is my duty to discipline you before I reward you."

"Please, general..." you beg, batting your eyelashes. You already know what he has planned for you and that your little plea won't change his mind, but it's not your intention anyway. No, you know how much he loves hearing this title and want to entice him to start having fun with you, like a bird of prey toying with its food. The begging, the feigned innocence, the punishment, it's all part of the game you two like to play. 

There's a devious glint in Eönwë's blue eyes and you know he won't be able to resist any longer. 

"Rise," he commands. 

His hand cups your cheek as soon as you get to your feet. You see his eyelids flutter and lips part, tempted to kiss you right then and there, but he restrains himself; for now, while he's still assuming the role of a strict figure of authority. 

"Bend over my desk." 

"Yes, general."

You obey without hesitation, yielding to the firmness of his tone. Eönwë has gotten used to giving orders over the past ages, as you have noticed before, and it suits him well, being the greatest warrior among the Maiar–  

Your thoughts are interrupted when he seizes your wrists and ties them together with a strip of cloth. A small smile appears on your lips; even when he wants to discipline you, he still finds subtle ways to keep you comfortable. Unless the harsher sensation of ropes or chains on your skin is part of your punishment, that is.

Eönwë places one hand between your shoulder blades to adjust your position, forcing your head down and hips up for better access before pulling your skirt up and your panties down with swift, precise movements. You tremble slightly upon being exposed to his gaze, yet excitement and anticipation outweigh any nervousness you may have felt. Truth to be told, you can't wait to have his hands all over you, caressing you, claiming you, marking you. 

Your wish is granted when you feel his palms making contact with your skin, merely exploring your fána at first. Aeons of swordsmanship have enhanced the strength of his grip, and his touch is firm and demanding, not as gentle and tender as usual. 

"Ready?" Eönwë asks, though you can hear his voice vibrating with delight. He's barely able to hold back while he waits for your response. 

"I am all yours, general."

The first slaps you receive barely hurt, more playful than actual punishment, and you manage to stay quiet, only letting out tiny moans whenever his palm makes contact with your exposed backside. Eönwë proceeds to spank you harder then, and you can feel his eyes on you, greedily taking in every small twitch of your muscles, the soft pink blush of your skin left by his hand, the way you press your legs together in a feeble attempt to hide your arousal from him. 

You love being treated like this, being helpless as he makes you submit to him and deals with you as he sees fit. Pain and pleasure blend together while you endure your punishment, though you soon find yourself wiggling around on his desk despite your best efforts. 

"Oh no, little bird, I'm not done with you," Eönwë says and seizes the back of your neck with his free hand, keeping you pinned down while he continues to spank you. 

You moan and whine and beg for mercy, yet your fána betrays you; you're dripping with excitement at this point and you know he can feel it too. Your general is strict, and you know you will only be granted any sort of relief after he deems your punishment to be sufficient and your behaviour to be acceptable. 

Eönwë lets go of your neck and finishes with a particularly hard slap to leave a burning red handprint on your ass, admiring it while he gently rubs your skin to soothe it. 

"You did so well for me," he purrs and leans over you to kiss your cheek. "I am proud of you."

His words send a shiver of pure euphoria down your spine, and you press your fána against his to feel his hardness. Eönwë tenses up when you shamelessly grind on him, though a treacherous little moan escapes him before he can stop himself. 

"Take me, general, please," you beg. The burning need to be filled is becoming unbearable. 

To your surprise, you feel yourself being picked up by a pair of strong arms instead, your head resting against his shoulder as he carries you over to the bed instead. 

"As lovely as you look on my desk, you will have to work for your release," Eönwë says. 

He sits down with you on his lap and guides you to straddle his thighs before swiftly undoing his pants to free his cock.

"Ride me." 

"Y-yes sir." 

You bite your bottom lip as soon as the tip breaches you; Eönwë is big, even for a Maia, and it takes a few seconds for your fána to adjust, slowly welcoming him inside until you are seated on his lap, completely filled. A commanding slap on your thigh prompts you to move and you comply, whimpering softly while you start fucking yourself on your superior's cock. 

Eönwë keeps his hands on your hips at first, letting you set the pace, but eventually his patience runs out. His hand finds your throat and squeezes lightly, causing you to gasp for breath, and he slams into you from below. 

"So wet for me, so needy," he purrs as he bounces you on his lap. "And making a mess all over my cock. Perhaps I should punish you for that as well, hm?"

"Please, general–ah–I can't-"

"You are lucky that you are pretty like this, little bird." 

His arms wrap around you in a tight, possessive embrace, and he continues to fuck you hard and fast while listening to your desperate cries and moans with visible delight. Eönwë is merciless in the pursuit of his release, not granting you a second of respite until he finally cums inside you and fills you with his seed. 

You are barely coherent and breathing heavily at this point, exhausted in spite of your own divine strength, and feel him carefully lifting you off his lap and placing you on his bed. Eönwë seems pleased as he beholds your form, watching his release leaking out of you and covering your still-flushed thighs; he has marked and punished you thoroughly and he knows his scent will be on you for a while, letting everyone know who you belong to.

Your eyes close when you feel his hand dip between your thighs, and your legs reflexively fall open to grant better access as Eönwë starts gently massaging your swollen, sensitive clit with his thumb. 

"Good girl," he praises, "my beautiful little bird, taking me so well..." 

A tiny smile is all you can manage in response, then you give in and enjoy his gentle, loving touch. It doesn't take long for you to climax as well, spilling his seed and your own juices alike all over his hand. You briefly wonder if Eönwë will ask you to clean him, but find yourself wrapped in a warm blanket instead. 

"Rest now. You may stay here as long as you like." 

"Thank you, Eönwë."

He doesn't protest against the use of his name, knowing as well as you do that your little game is over–for now at least. 

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This fic can be read as a sequel/companion piece to "secret training session", another Eönwë x reader fic I posted a while back, but they aren't necessarily connected, so it can also be read as a standalone.

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