#eönwë x reader

[doodle-pops]

The Delicacy of a Dove

Eonwe x reader

Kinktober 2023: Corruption Kink

A/N: Not gonna lie, I struggled to stay on board with this kink. I just needed to perfect the dialogue in order to get the ball running.

Warnings: fem!reader, corruption kink, outdoor intimacy, fingering, making out, groping, a bit of Eӧnwё’s avian side appearing, innocent reader

Words: 3.1k

Synopsis: Tapped in a furry of desiring you the moment you became his devotee, Eönwë never lost sight of doing everything in his power to have you under his control, no matter the cost.

List of Requests

His two fingers lifted and beckoned you over to the stand at the edge of the pool where he sat, washing off after a vigorous tournament. Weariness sat in his eyes despite the darkened appearance it took the moment you walked through the glass doors after being summoned. Even his wings appeared wilder and frantic, frizzled and puffier than usual whenever he was committed to a match. You knew after the numerous occasions spent assisting him with washing his wings—the most delicate act and he chose you to aid. There wasn’t anything you took of the gestures besides him trusting your ability to ensure maximum care and affection to his most prized features.

Now you stood with your hands cupped before you, knees and feet touching together and an inch away from the edge of the pool. Your eyes were bright and cheery, eager to fulfil any of his requests with diligence and satisfaction. However, to Eӧnwё, those were not the first features he took in the moment you appeared before him; if it were not for the flustered appearance and the shift in your scent, he would have gone about his day like any ordinary person, but he wasn’t. Those were never the signs of an ordinary eager person willing to please their Lord; you were his exceptional devotee who did whatever it took to satisfy his needs. And he was sure you found the idea of being his servant thrilling just as he did, the only problem was the lack of visual gratitude.

“You called my Lord Eӧnwё,” you answered with readiness in your tone and slightly bouncing on the tip of your toes. He drank in the sight of everything you did, from the soft smile and eyes to the bouncing on your toes to the aroused state your body was left in. The roundness of your nipples was peeking through the thin material of your dress.

Satisfied with his observations, he rocked back against the wall and hitched his left foot upon the bench, his lower body still submerged beneath the water. His elbow rested upon his kneecap, allowing him to leisurely rest his head into the palm of his hand and gaze hungrily. He could feel his inner self snapping and chastising him for taking forever to make the move, though Eӧnwё was most reasonable and aware that coaxing was required to get you right where you should be for taking.

“I did, and I require something from you, little one,” he assured with the corners of his lips tugging upwards. “However, I am concerned this request may be too far–reaching for your lovely self to handle.”

“Too far–reaching, my Lord?” You were stunned at his assumption; never before has he ever doubted your capabilities. “Forgive me, but I find your statement a bit insulting given my dedication when it comes to ensuring satisfaction is achieved even if I must go to great lengths.”

The frown that formed was eye candy to Eӧnwё and only urged him to push you further. Arching his brow in contest to your frowning, his chin jutted outwards with the expectation of riling you further, and in gratification, he was successful. Following the frown, your eyes grew glossy with tears threatening to overflow as they were summoned rapidly. “Great length you say. Tell me,” he began, shifting his body so that he was now standing waist–deep in the shallow waters and giving you a view of his warrior’s appeal, “how far are you willing to go in order to prove your capabilities?”

His question once again stunned you. Your Lord had never been judgemental or sceptical of your devotedness, always a pleasing smile and warm ‘thank you’ being bequeathed. Had your most recent performance lacked passion and devotion? Perhaps this was his reason for summoning, a test of how far you were willing to prove your gratitude and appreciation.

“Permission to approach?” you requested and waited for his nod of approval before carefully shuffling over to the three threaders at the entrance to the pool. As your posture changed from hands before to attention, so did Eӧnwё. Facing you head–on, your eyes swiftly took in the droplets of water which clung to his skin like a fragrance, his semi–wet hair and gorgeously tanned body, though, it was the lack of the electrifying blue in his orbs that alerted you of his other avatar present. A message to be cautious with your response. “As your devoted follower My Lord, it pains me to learn of your disappointment towards my performance. It is my responsibility to ensure absolute happiness in my servitude. So, to answer your question—whatever I must do.”

You were smart to understand he was displeased, but not enough to be aware of his faux goading. You were dancing in the palm of his hands to his every word and tune.

Poking the tip of his tongue to kiss the corner of his mouth, he then ran it over his lips with his focus like a hawk on your expression. He was delighted such a casual interaction would ignite a wonderous outcome with the probabilities in his favour, and with the change in his disposition, his forefinger lifted to beckon you over.

“Come,” he commanded, voice laced with compulsion and honey and eyes full of seduction. They darkened further with a ring of gold and eyes becoming slits; features you had seen before and understood, yet the pronunciation of them in this predicament was strange. “Treat with me.”

Your body was compelled before your mind was able to react, foot in front of the other, you stepped down the threader until your feet were emersed in the water. The rest was easy as your dress became soaked the further you waded until you came to stand before your Lord, tall and magnificent as the dawn. His wings fluttered and flapped at your approach, more ruffled prior to the beginning of the night. There was the instinctive urge to reach out and brush your fingers across his plumage as you were normally granted, but your hands were tied, waiting patiently for his chain of command in order to prove your great lengths.

His right hand was the first to move between you both, sloshing through the water and collecting enough droplets to let them fall against your dress. The thinness of the material was no warrior to fight against the transparency the water provided to access your skin. More specifically, he doused the water over your bosom for a better view of your chest, ensuring that droplets fell directly onto your erected nipples. Listening to your astonished gasps and noticing the motions of your hands gripping the ends of your dress goaded him on.

His left hand soon joined him, however, instead of splashing more water, he gave a sudden tug to your body and pressed you against his chest. In an instant, both arms encircled your waist, followed by his wings cocooning you both. The proximity brought unhinged thoughts, being pressed against his bare body and feeling the outline of his manhood bumping against your thigh like another arm. Your indecorous thoughts were getting the better of you for you were unable to look him in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” he mused before dipping his head into the crook of your neck and ghosting your skin with his lips. “You’re trembling like a frightened little dove.”

“I do not believe—ah!” you gasped as your words were cut–off by the suddenness of his teeth sinking into your flesh before his tongue swiped over the area to soothe the ache. “My Lord!”

“Hmm,” he mumbled, deaf to whatever you were about to say while his lips worked their way across your neck, tasting your skin and groaning at the fulfilment of how sweet you tasted after longingly fantasising. His arms instinctively tightened around your waist eliciting a sharp gasp from you, but also allowed him to be closer and feel your warmth and erratic heartbeat. His favourite sound in the world, and he knew it from the soft lub–dub sounds it echoed—a melody that enticed him easily.

Lost for words on your end, you didn’t know where to place your hands as he ravished your neck in a litter of kisses. Were you permission to touch him while he donned great magnitudes to pleasure? But it should be the other way around?

“M–My Lord,” you managed to stutter out, yet unable to gain his attention. It wasn’t until your hands found the confidence to lift and press against his chest with as much force to capture his attention, that he stopped. However, his silence was questioning as he stood menacingly, waiting for your speech. “Should it not be I, who should be condoning the pleasure given the declaration to prove my great lengths?”

Suddenly, he laughed. He laughed an amused laughter at your innocence. Even his wings shook at the adorableness of the proposed inquiry.

Unravelling his hands around your waist, you were abruptly spun around, encouraging your back to collide with his chest. Once again, you were ensnared by him, left with no choice but to allow your Lord to have his way and remain obedient. Unfortunately for you, when his lips returned to your neck, they parted to answer your question. “Your great lengths of devotion will be proven by allowing me to have my way,” he groaned.

Finding his hands, you gripped his wrists as they glided upwards and over your bosom to tug against the sleeves of your dress. “But firstly, these must come off before we truly indulge.”

His words of confirmation triggered your ability to willingly serve without complaint, knowing that your form of satisfaction with the pleasure he condoned was all that mattered. It was appalling that your Lord wished to achieve pleasure through you when so many other followers governed the grounds. Truly, you must have done something astronomical to obtain such commendation. All that was required was your devotion towards showing him how diligently he performed.

The desire to get the show on the road surpassed the wait for your verbal response as you reached for your own sleeves and pushed the material over your shoulder. Though Eӧnwё was impatient and had no desire for a seductive undressing, he ripped the now tattered material apart and left it to float in the pool. Unable to contain himself any longer with the spectacular view of your naked body, his eyes and hands roamed in coordination, unsure of where to focus on first.

“Long have I waited for this moment,” he announced, hands finally finding purchase on your breast, tugging and rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Long have I desired to have you, little dove.”

From his point of view, your body moved too naturally against his own as he groped your breast and rubbed his erection against your butt. The slip and slide of your sweaty and wet skin, fumbling to stay together and in rhythm pursued in the privacy of his domain. He groped and squeezed your chest while his lips created fresh designs across your shoulder and neck. There was barely any ability to contain himself, wanting nothing more than to bend you over the edge and take you until you could bear no more. To no longer watch from the distance and imagine himself all over you but having you in his arms like this was peak imagination.

When he had grown tired of touching your breast, he dropped his left hand to the most sacred place of yours while the other travelled to cup your neck. Teeth grazing your earlobe and breathing fervidly, your high–pitched cries were better than his groans as he rubbed your clit. You were so damn sensitive and soaked with every swipe of his fingers through your fold. He should have claimed you from the start instead of building the anticipation.

Barking instructions for you to carry out, curious to see whether or not his calculations were correct. In the end, he was. There wasn’t the faintest idea on your end of the spectrum when it came to the understanding behind the reasons for his actions. He felt partially horrible for taking advantage of you, but your eagerness to prove your worth and those honeyed words from your lips every time you smiled. He would have ripped his own wings out due to frustration instead of touching himself off every night to your sweet smiles and softness.

Placing a tighter grip around your neck and squeezing the sides, he tilted your neck backwards to meet your shut eyes and parted lips. “You touch yourself, don’t you dove?” Your reply was a whimper before your hips began rocking against his fingers as they slid in and out. “Do you think of me when you cum?”

“M–My Lord!” you yelped as his fingers grazed the tip of your sweet spot.

Contented with the responses, he leaned in to kiss your cheeks and then looked up to continue observing your expressions. Priceless is what he would classify them; no other follower, whether they be as innocent as you could make him feel so devoted to willingly serving and gaining pleasure for his and their benefit. You broke him into wanting you, however, when he was through, tonight would surely not be your last.

So focused on your pleasure, loving the sensation of you gripping him and the warmth encompassing, he was overcome with the urge to be merciful and unmerciful at the same time. Push you to see how far you could take pleasure like a good devotee.

“I want you to remember the feeling of me fucking you whenever I’m not there. Feel my touches and unravel yourself as though I was. Always come back for more because you’re my good little follower,” he chanted, bewitching your body, mind and soul with every whisper and enunciation. “Can you do that for me?”

Fighting for your life, you found it impossible to believe a godly like him could destroy the very fabric of your mentality with his words, body and actions. It was damn near impossible to squeeze out ‘yes’ the way you wanted to. The grip around your throat wasn’t even the cause of it, simply his presence suffocating yours and alluring you like bees to honey. God, you wanted more than your body could handle—it didn’t matter if he ruined you. You were pleased to have at least served him properly one last time.

“Good girl,” he praised and pushed his fingers with more fervour against your sweet spot. “Going to give me your sweetness? Come on, you’re almost there.”

The sheer volume of inconsequential power you felt against him as he took control of your orgasm and showed you who was in charge, humbled your view on how far his power reigned. This was what it felt like to be in the favour of an ethereal being, not just being praised and offered gifts, but having them serve you to show gratitude. The thought of never giving yourself like a sacrificial orifice to a being used to be your number one motto…until you began serving the Herald of Lord Manwë. His duty and sacrifices were worthy more than fetching water and preparing a meal of food. You now understood it meant warming his bed at night and keeping his stamina efficient.

With the release of your neck, Eӧnwё allowed for the violent thrashing of your body against his as your orgasm took over and consumed you. The high–pitched squeals you sang with broken syllables of his name were euphoric. He’d kill to hear you cry out his name again. Holding you in place while you shivered uncontrollably in his arms, his hands resumed their roaming, mapping out all your bodily features to remember for lonely times. From your thighs to your hips to your stomach and back to your breasts, he groped every inch of you. Long gone in his mind was his prominent erection weeping against your ass, but the time was coming to place him out of his misery, and you were the solution.

Therefore, turning you in his embrace and avoiding your body collapsing, there was the fluid shuffle of him throwing your arms around his neck and his arms hooking under your thighs. You weren’t aware of his body contorting about the place while you still suffered the effects of your climax, but you became when you suddenly felt airborne. Wading through the water and ignoring the confused looks you threw, he returned to his bench with you now resting in his lap.

With the gain in a new form of comfort, allowing him to move not only himself but you, he retracted his forearms from under your thighs to immediately cup your face for a kiss. He didn’t understand why it wasn’t the first thing he hadn’t done from the very start. But with the opportunity presented, he wasted not a moment to pry your lips apart and slip his tongue inside for a heated kiss. Filled with his visceral nature, the aggression was skyrocketing and snatching away your ability to keep up. It was he who led the kiss, and dictated its pacing. The catering of your noses and teeth colliding was the least of his worries as he pried moans and mewls, and the gentle rocking of your body against his erection.

Lust was in the air the deeper you gravitated towards him, allowing your very fibre to be consumed. From cupping your neck, his hands slithered to your waist to aid in your gyrating. You almost thought with the occupation of kissing you, he would forget about focusing on praising and guiding you. “Take your time, dove. Move nice and slowly for me—just like that,” he hissed as he broke the kiss to look down to where your lower lips were running over his cock and dribbling it in your arousal. The sight ceased to restrain the feral urge to become unapologetic and take you with aggression. Growling, the deep reverberations caught you off guard.

“I don’t think I can hold myself back any longer.” A warning was emitted once his hands ceased your grinding and one slipped in between to grip his member to run the tip through your folds. “I need you right now!”

Understanding the weight of his words and necessities, with an eager and obedient nod of your head, you gave him acceptance without hesitation. “Do as you please, My Lord, for my body belongs to you.”

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ㅤㅤㅤ ꒰❀꒱ 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 ❜࿔ 

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ ainur⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. what happens when the ainur catch you indulging yourself? ( minors dni ៸៸ sexual content ៸៸ explicit descriptions ៸៸ dirty talk ៸៸ fingering ៸៸ cunnilingus ៸៸ penetrative sex ៸៸ 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ៸៸ overstimulation ៸៸ edging ៸៸ use of aphrodisiacs ៸៸ nicknames ៸៸ orgasm denial )

· ⊰ note. oh this has been awhile in the making, enjoy<3

.°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ the admirers. 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 

𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒆 , 𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒐 , eönwë, 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒆.

he's absolutely taken aback by you. the way your head hangs, the way your back arches so that your breast jutt out and give him the perfect view of your body overall. how you play with your little clit and breathe out for him. the second he hears his name he's inching closer and revealing himself to you. shushing your embarrassment and pleading that you let him help — let him touch you, adore you, worship you. how could you refuse?

"You're so beautiful, my little dove." He croons, bringing a thumb to replace your trembling fingers. He flicks the pad over your clit, rubbing in motions he knows damn well will have you whimpering for him. 

"And to think you were doing all this by yourself? Why not ask me to take care of you?"  Manwë dips his head to press kisses along your jawline as he fondles your needy pearl. He chuckles at your meek bucks into his hand. "Aren't you a darling little thing?" That is all it takes before he's joining you upon the bed. Face buried between your legs. Eating you out as though you were the finest of delicacies to his divine lips. Having you cum on his tongue until you are squirming from overstimulation. “Can you give me another?” He groans, burying his face deeper and moaning against your sweetness as he grinds his own hips against the sheets. “One more princess. One more for me.’’

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ 𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒐.

he could practically feel your desire before he even entered the room — but oh, nothing prepared him for the sight of you. your desperate little rutting into your pillow, the quiet, breathy moans. he could sense it all: your need, your heat, and most of all. . . how it was him that you desired. he couldn't help but find himself over you, pressing kisses to your neck to let you know it was just him before whispering to your ear all the things he was going to do to you. 

"Such need, my petal. You are practically dripping." Irmo's lips feel hot on your skin as his fingers trace small patterns. Seeking to worship your body. He begins with your chest, his tongue circling your nipples. He'd chuckle at your little whines and begs for more — but he wouldn't let up. Not until your desire was pouring from you. 

"You want me to touch you? Hmm?" His croon is soft as his kisses trail down, pressing against your quivering thighs. Two delicate fingers swipe up along your slit, and he smiles at your eagerness. "That's it, my pretty petal." His tongue nestles against your clit and he groans at your taste as he pushes both fingers into your quivering walls. "Give in to all those filthy desires. . . And all for me." 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ 𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒘𝒆.

admittedly he was quite surprised when he came home after a long day of work to find you sprawled out and playing with your needy clit. after he got over the small guilt of leaving you waiting, arousal brimmed within him and he couldn't help but watch your little show. something cruel within him loved the way you whined and struggled to find your release. knowing good and well that just a few of his touches would send you off the edge. you needed him. which is why he made himself known — by replacing your hand with his. 

"I suppose my dawn grew too desperate, hmm?" Eönwë smiles at the way you gasp his name and wastes no time in rubbing his calloused fingers along your trembling slit. He joins you on the bed, kneeling beside your bare form and gazing upon you with the eyes of a hawk. Hungry, lustful, as he leans over you to bring your faces closer. 

"Oh sweetheart, you know that only I —" he bites back a groan as he pushes a finger into your heat and feels your wetness. " — can fuck this needy little cunt just right," his whisper fans against your lips and rewards you with both a carnal, fevered kiss and another finger that curls right into your sweet spot. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏.

nothing is better than coming home after a long shift of steering the moon, only to find you all desperate and riding his pillow with meek little moans and hushed gasps. he knew good and well how needy you could get with his shifts, and it sparks excitement within him like no other. he watches you, knowing that he is the reason for your state, before eagerly taking your thighs into his large hands and giving them a squeeze as he grinds his clothed crotch against your ass. whispering to your ear about how he's back to ruin this needy little hole. 

"Fuck, you're amazing," breath fanning your heated ear, Tilion muffles your mewl but shoving your face into the softness of the pillow that you once chased your release upon. It is rendered a mere object for you to cling to as your lover ruins you as promised. Back flushed to yours, lips worshipping your skin and of course — his pounding cock that splits you in two and has your body thumping against the bed with each of his overly eager thrusts. 

"Mm, that feel good, dear?" He pants as the arm loops around your waist brings his hand between your legs to abuse your clit. " — fuck," he groans against your ear, his deer ears twitching as he buries his head into the crook of your neck and inhales your scent. "Gonna. . . nhh, fuck this needy little hole until my next shift, eh? Gonna leave you dripping with me." 

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.°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ the sadists. 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒚 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎

𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐, 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒓, oromë, 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐.

oh, he is so mean. he doesn't even seem the least bit surprised when he finds you in such a state. chasing after your high aimlessly as you buck and grind into the pillow below you. whining his name, pleading the fantasy-him for some kind of relief. it certainly was a daydream, he notes. for if it were the real him — he would have had his fun with you in this state first and foremost. 

Your little complaint is greeted by a brief spank to your thigh, causing you to whimper and limp further into the doomsman — your little ruts faltering in the slightest. "Now, where's all that enthusiasm? You'd rather a pillow over me?" Námo clicks his tongue, grabbing your chin so that you face him whilst you meekly grind into his lap. 

"You can do better than that, little one." He notes, eyeing how your fluttering slit soaks the material his robes — perfectly pressing against his tent. "What's that?" His voice lowers, a ghost of a smirk on his lips as he chuckles and grabs your hips, digging his nails into the softness of his flesh. "You wish to cum? Grind faster then."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒓.

the dark lord has a particular rule that he would rather you follow. only he is allowed to touch you. but he knows well that you engaging in this sort of pleasure is merely a ploy of getting him to prove who your body belongs to. to fuck you into a state of devastating bliss. so you know what? that's not what he'll give you. oh no, all you will be left with is regret the second his voice found your ear and you registered the tight grip on your hair. 

"What's that?" Is all your whines are met with as you curl your fingers further into dark robes. Burying your face into his chest and inhaling his scent. Every stutter of your hips is greeted by a harsh smack to your thigh, causing you to limp further into him as he leans against the iron throne. You sit in his lap, full of his cock, yet no friction at all. And unable to take it for yourself either.

"Aww," Melkor croons, stroking a tear away from your cheek as you cry out to him in need. "What's that? My needy little slut wants to cum?" Icy lips ghosting yours, he breathes a chuckle before leaning back and placing his arms on the throne's rests. "Too bad. You're gonna sit there full of my cock until I say so. And not a second sooner."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ 𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆.

you were doing this to spite him, he knew. he had denied you in favour of his hunting trip, so of course you would sprawl yourself out on his bed, on full display should he walk through the door whilst you finger yourself. mess his sheets. oh, he won't let you get away with it. he'll take his time, bring you to the edge only to leave you whining and clinging to his hair as he devours you like a starved animal. 

The ceiling became a mixture of blurs and hazes as your eyes threaten to loop back into your head. Lewd noises from below are exaggerated, stirring your arousal even further. Your head limps, you gasp, pant, squirm — all whilst tugging on white hair and begging for the high that you tittered the edge of. His tongue alternates with his fingers between your clit and slit. Your legs are tossed over his shoulders as he brings stars into your very vision. 

"Close, little deer?" He groans against your cunt, his slitted pupils glancing at you through his white lashes as his nails dig into your thighs. You nod, beg, clinging further onto his messy tresses in hopes that he'll give you what you want. But your teary eyes are met with a smirk as he pulls away at the last minute, spanking your thigh as you whine out your disappointment. "Did you think I'd just give you everything, little deer? Bad little sluts don't get to cum." Before returning once more.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏.

he'll just use it as an excuse to punish you. anything to have his way with you and get you squirming for him. calling his name as you desperately try to coax him into letting you cum. begging him to use you as he pleases if it means getting what you want. especially after he's left you tied up with one of his newest aphrodisiacs wrecking your body. 

"Can't hear you, precious." Dark nails curl your hair into a fistful as his hips continue their onslaught. Refusing to let up even as you squirm on his lap or limp into him and plead for his mercy. Plead for a break from the endless orgasms he's pushed you through. 

"Tired already? Wasn't it you that begged me to let you cum?" Mairon grasps your jaw in his hand and twists your head so that you are forced to look up at him — all whilst ramming into that devastating spot again and again. "Oh no, precious. We had a deal. I get to use this body until you can't take anymore." He leans into your ear with a cruel smirk tugging to his lips. "Now shut that pretty little mouth of yours and cum for me again."

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Hi Whimsy! I love your writing! Sending you a request for Eonwe x reader with “if you don’t like my teasing why are you moaning” and “come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you” - spice level: 🔥🔥🔥 Thanks and can't wait to see what you come up with!

"The lord commander's pleasure"

Pairing: Eönwë x Fem. Reader

Themes: Smut

Warnings: Kissing | Mentions of rough sex | Mentions of fingering | Penetrative sex | Rough Sex

Word count: 700 words

Summary:  Eönwë has more than just food and rest on his mind when he returns to Ilmarin

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥| Minors DNI | 18+

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The barracks of Ilmarin were empty, devoid of warriors laughing while they broke their fast. They were away, training elves who would take up residence atop Taniquetil. The Lord Commander preferred that they be away. He had undertaken a quest on behalf of his king and, upon his return, asked for nothing but a hot bath, a roast fresh out of the oven, and the comfort of his featherbed. Silence and peace—that was what he said when he made his excuses. 

But that was not what he had in mind. Oh, he enjoyed the roast fowl and fresh bread, and nothing pleased him more than the bath that soothed his weary fana. As for the featherbed, well, it was put to another use altogether. 

"I do not like the way you tease me so." You sighed when Eönwë brought you close to your orgasm before pulling away.

"If you do not like my teasing," Eönwë said, taking his time to lick his fingers. He wanted to savor the taste of you. "Why are you moaning, hmm? Why do you cleave to me and beg for more?"

You had no words to say. All you could do was blush furiously, your cheeks heating instantly. Eönwë laughed. 

"I know you, my lady." He pushed you onto your back and moved over you. "The sounds you make... your moans... your whimpers..."

You moaned and arched your back when he entered you without warning. Eönwë was always one for tenderness, but this morn, he was not in the mood for sweet pillow talk and soft caresses. He had neither the time nor the patience for it. He would groan, the sound low in his throat, whenever your velvety walls tightened around his cock.

"There it is," he cooed while your nails dug into his back. "Tell me, did you miss me?"

"Yes." You could not lie. You had missed him the entire time he was away and counted the days till he returned. And Eönwë did not disappoint. The moment you walked into your shared chambers, he had you in bed before you could say another word. Your clothes were a few feet away, all a ruined heap. Your fana bore the welcomed bruises of his kisses. Your thigh still trembled from the flat of his palm leaving a mark all of its own. "I missed you so much."

It was all he needed to hear. Eönwë pinned your arms over your head, growing drunk on the sound of his name rolling off your lips. Visions of him caging you to the featherbed while he had his way with you haunted his dreams, and now he got to experience it in the flesh. It was all he dreamed it would be and so much more. He watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, drinking in the sight of you being pushed against the feather bed with each thrust, your back arching into him every time his cock sheathed itself in your throbbing cunt. He kissed you, his lips rough and hungry and demanding. You sighed when his tongue slipped past your parted lips, as if he wanted to savor the warmth of your mouth. His free hand glided all over your fana, caressing your thigh, your belly, and the soft swell of your breast.

Your eyes flew open when his fingers toyed with a hardened nipple, gently pinching and twisting, causing white-hot jolts of pleasure to shoot up your spine. The lewd sounds of him thrusting, of skin slapping against skin, and of him moaning into his kisses were intoxicating. You could not get enough of it and grew all the wetter for it. Eönwë was right. He knew you in more ways than one. He knew exactly how to pleasure you, and at this moment, it was with kisses that left you breathless and a touch that made you want to scream his name.

And that was what he wanted. Eönwë ached to hear you cry out for him. He pulled out of you, grabbing you and switching positions so you were over him.

"And I missed you," he breathed, his hands firm on your hips. "Come sit on my face, and I will show you how much I missed you."

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[yandere-ainur-confessions]

❪ ♡ ❫ ── 𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒘𝒆 , “ you were meant to be mine ” ( tw: death )

yandere!eönwë who has loved you since the beginning of time. who has always tried to gain your affection. who has done everything in his power to make you his — but failed each and every time. and to that damned fire maia of all.

oh it broke him to see you with mairon. but he tells himself that he is happy for you. that this is your choice and that he should respect it. does he respect it?

after everything he has done for you, and you still chose mairon. chose to give him your heart, chose to run away with him and join the side of evil. it ripped eönwë apart. which is why he took great delight in doing the same to mairon. he'd use the war as an excuse. tearing him limb from limb in front of your very eyes. and when you cried out? begged for him to stop?

he'd smile.

cup your face with bloodied hands. wrap his crimson stained wings around you and whisper to your ear: “you were meant to be mine. now, you can give yourself to me.” before kissing your lips, taking your air away. he'd grab your hands that slammed against his chest, and whisper against his forced kisses that he loved you.

[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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[cilil]

𝓐𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓼 - 𝟐𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

⊱ Rage

Characters: Dark!Eönwë/reader Synopsis: When you see him again, he is no longer the Maia you once knew and loved. [Dark!Eönwë AU in which he joins Melkor] Warnings: Mentions of battle, blood, angst, doomed love

You knew Eönwë as a kind, gentle Maia. One who held your hand and kissed it to show his affection, wrapped his wings around you, comforted you when you were sad, promised to always protect you– 

Until the Dark Lord's whispers took hold of his mind, until that fateful day he asked you to leave with him and you refused, telling him you couldn't follow where he was going. 

When you see Eönwë again, it's on the battlefield. The beautiful sky-blue of his eyes has changed to a cruel orange and yellow, reminiscent of a bird of prey, and there's blood all over the white feathers of his wings and dripping from his sword. He cuts down your brothers and sisters in arms without mercy until only you remain, shivering under his gaze. 

Will you kill me as well? you want to ask, but no words come out even as you part your lips. Seeing your beloved like this, so familiar, yet so different at the same time, makes your heart ache. 

Eönwë remains silent as well as he raises his sword, and for the first time in your life, you are truly afraid of him. 

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[ainur-interactions]

Hey eonwe, look at the pretty birdie I found. Isn't he so handsome! *giggles at the little bird pushed itself up against my cheek lovingly*

he stares at you with pursed lips for a moment, eyeing the bird that oh so eagerly rubbed itself against your cheek and accepted your affection. he felt mocked, vexed even. and when he finally had enough he takes your wrist and pulls you closer. “forget about him. what about me?” eönwë huffs, giving the bird a small glare.

[dirty-ainur-confessions]

Since we established Mairon and Eönwë being besties, I now very much want to be sandwiched between them, because there is no way that they didn't share women in their "youth".

another pair that you would most likely get whiplash from if between them. while both can be rather strict in the bedroom, mairon is far less fair than eönwë is. he takes every opportunity that he can to make your life harder, edging you and bring you to tears. he loves how you splutter out his name, cling to him too.

and then there is eönwë, whose words are gentle, soft, contrasting mairon's degradation with praise. but do not be fooled, while he appears more merciful to you, his movements are far from it. where mairon edges you, eönwë overstimulates you. he is not opposed to touching you in the gentlest manner, only to quite literally fuck your lights out along with mairon.

[ainur-confessions]

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver - for Eönwe, perhaps during the War of Wrath?

❪ ♡ ❫ ── eönwë | HURT prompt

he was too slow, too distracted. he, the banner bearer, the commander of valinor's host. he who should have seen it coming — no. instead, he was too unfocused.

too unaware.

until he heard his name, a frightful, desperate shout. or was it a cry? he didn't know, all he knew was the voice. the one he had fallen in love with. but it wasn't the melody he remembered. it was terrified. so he turns and oh — be it selfish, but he wishes he did not.

for he is made to witness the error is his unawareness and the fault of his actions. fault. his fault.

eönwë can all watch as you are struck down before his very eyes, valiantly taking an attack which would have been dealt to his back. which should have been.

he cries out in equal amounts of terror and rushes forward like violent vortex, knocking back the force that dates to harm you and taking you in his arms. large, feathered wings wrap around you in a protective barrier to shield you from the world as he himself holds his world.

“y/n — y/n stay with me. . . my dawn,” he chokes. he sees the blood, he tries to stop it. “please, for me.”

[doodle-pops]

Eönwë Avian Traits Characterisation

Part 1: [Wings, Behavioural Habits, Courting Ritual and Courting] | Part 2 |

A/N: I had these thoughts a pretty long while ago and believed it was best to compile them so everyone can follow and understand where and why Eönwë does all these gestures. Due to the headcanons being incredibly long (because I went into heavy details), Pre-heat, Mating and Post-heat would be in an entirely separate post. I did so much research for these sobs. So, this is the first part. It's all fluff. So, here are my characterisations of him and what I use to write my fic.

Warning: nothing but just fluff and jealous Eönwë fighting more birds.

| Wings |

His wings are the replica of the Stella Sea Eagle, huge but just fluffier and whiter.

The outer coat of feathers has a silvery sheen that becomes obvious when sunlight reflected off them. It gives off a tiny iridescent glow with the sun setting.

Has the ability to release his feathers, meaning he can detach his feathers one by one and still have control over their motion (just like Hawks from BNHA), though he takes an excess volume of time to regrow them when damaged.

Like birds, he also goes through the process of moulting before the mating season which means he sheds his feathers and regrows them. Thus, there would come a time when you would see some of his feathers appearing dull and new, while his wings also appear empty.

While moulting with regular birds can take up to months, with Eӧnwё, it’s only a few weeks or up to two (2) months, given his Ainur abilities. His plumage would symmetrically fall off and renew itself.

During this time, his wings become extra sensitive, so moving around and lying on his back becomes impossible and painful. Even the muscles closer on his back around the base of his wings become awfully sensitive and painful.

Also, because his wings are a part of him, when he’s shedding and they grow lighter, he loses his balance. His wings are essentially his equilibrium, so losing them or losing the weight throws him off and he gains wobbly legs.

| Preening |

By nature, Eӧnwё is highly serious about his appearance and is considered one of the most pristine and cleanliest Ainur, second to Manwё of them all.

Always cleaning his feathers for any dirty, small pebbles, mud or any ruffles of the sort, even for bugs that may have attached themselves to his feathers throughout his flights.

He has an entire day dedicated to cleaning his wings. Mostly performed in one of the private pools or hot springs, he’ll gather a bunch of oils and sweet-scented fragrances to help make his wings appear shiny and pleasant.

One by one, he releases his feathers and lay them out to be cleaned using a soft cloth and gently scented soaps. He prefers the scent of peppermint and vanilla.

Not only does he focus on his wings, but he also focuses on his body, his hair, nails and skin. He places the same volume of effort on his wings on the rest of this body. Always tidying and adjusting some part of his appearance or clothes.

Adorned mostly in blue, white, silver and cream, Eӧnwё keeps to his colours, not liking the idea of breaking patterns and keeping true to his instincts.

The only extra he'll adorn himself in are flowers, like flower crowns that you would have given him or the little elflings gave to him.

| Regular Behaviour |

He’s a lively person by nature and he’s always singing and dancing, whistling some merry tune.

Bobbing his head to the beat of drums or swaying lightly on his feet to the sound of harps in the distance. Like most birds, he does personal aerial dances but that’s for when he’s impressing his mate.

Naturally loves sparkly objects and would collect and store them away. He has a private collection of rocks and little broken jewellery pieces, just anything sparkly.

Furthermore, he loves to accessorise with sparkly items; from necklaces to bangles to circlets and hairpins. Eӧnwё adores making himself appear glittery, though he sometimes gets mesmerised and plays with them (like some cat).

On the regular, he stretches his wings by going on flights. Flying to great heights and soaring with all the other birds, feeling the wind between his wings and basking in the sense of freedom.

Along with his avian tendencies, he is a social person by nature, always hopping around and curious. Interacting with others and learning, mimicking and engaging. Learning any new pieces of information, never knowing when they could be useful.

He is also a tidy person when it comes to his nest, and not in the manner of mating but in terms of cleanliness. He hates the idea of mess and will spend hours even up to days tidying his home.

| Jealousy |

Eӧnwё’s avian behavioural traits are very similar to those of an eagle, thus, high-key territorial and refuse to share his space with other birds, but this only becomes so when he has a mate.

On the regular, because he does have compassion and understanding, he doesn’t have a problem interacting with other birds, playing or feeding them, evening going as far as to preen them.

However, when he does have a mate, his jealousy is unmatched. He doesn’t even allow for another bird that’s your pet or friend around you. Thus, smaller birds become terrified before him when he’s radiating his jealousy.

Chirping and snapping at each other, as much as he does have Avian tendencies, he is also Ainur with people-person-like behaviours, so he’ll use some of those as well when arguing with the birds.

Flares his wings and fluffs them to appear more presentable in your eyes when other birds are around. Would go as far as to wrap his wings around you to shut them out (you always have your fearless birds).

When jealous of others who aren’t birds, he is territorial still, but his feral side is riled up a lot more. He knows that those other birds can’t compare, but actual people can so Eӧnwё just might engage in an actual fight.

Now, his jealousy isn’t sudden, this occurs when he’s approaching mating season, or you are ovulating. Thus you don’t have to worry about him randomly snapping at people, though it’s best when the mating season approaches to stay indoors.

By avian nature, he is jealous, but when he’s just being himself, he’s rather chill and relaxed. He understands that you have friends and desires to interact with them.

| Pre-Courting/Attracting A Mate |

Very similar to my Ainur Simps headcanons, Eӧnwё has no problem when it comes to swooning you with all the tricks up his sleeves.

From singing to dancing, whistling a merry tune whenever you’re around and fluffing up those feathers.

He spends extra time preening himself to ensure that he’s looking spick and spank just you for, and when your eyes do fall on him, please compliment his appearance otherwise he feels as though all his efforts went to waste.

When being around him, you need to do lots of research on avian behaviours otherwise when he performs all his little gestures, you would be clueless and reciprocate wrongly.

This being said, his love for collecting shiny objects will increase he would pass them to you whenever he returns from trips. Do not throw them away because it would break his heart and cause him to believe you had rejected him a long time ago.

Store them in a safe place and show him one day all the collectables you saved he gave you and watch as he melts completely. In his head, he’s singing about how he can’t wait to marry you.

It is a part of his courting ritual to gift his mate with presents/gifts as a token of love and to prove that he can provide and swoon/be romantic. At the same time, he does present you with actual gifts like jewellery, hairpins, and necklace (sparkles).

Incredibly protective in this stage and will ward off any and all potential suitors because he is already your mate. He’s growling and pushing people away as well as ruffling in his feathers and fluffing them as a warning.

He loves to take you on little walks to open areas where he can perform aerial dances for you— only the best dances saved for you. Clap and applaud him as well as give him praises; his feathers shine a lot more.

| Courting |

Now that the both of you are courting, Eӧnwё’s form of affection will amplify. At first, he begins by holding your hand, nuzzling into it and enjoying your scent.

He’s always attached to your side and it’s to mostly rub his scent all over you to ward off any birds, other persons with animalistic traits and unwanted suitors. He even takes no chances when it comes to his Lord Manwё, knowing that he has avian traits as well (bird-brain thinking).

Whenever you are visiting, he does extra tidying and adds lots of flowers to sweeten his home for you. He likes to sneak in the little question “Do you like it?”. Your answer does have an effect on him.

Yes, means that it’s a piece of additional information for preparing for your future home together— anything to make his mate happy. Do not tell him no, I will find you if you break his heart.

Speaking of cleaning, when it comes to preening, he does enjoy it when you assist him. It did take him a while to welcome you into his type of intimacy because they’re his wings and a part of him.

Eӧnwё will take his time to show you all the proper steps when teaching you how to care for his wings. How to part the feathers, how to wash them, which direction to wipe, everything.

This also leads to him allowing you to wash his hair as well— when you’ve made it to that stage, that’s when you know Eӧnwё is comfortable with you. Preening with him takes place quite frequently and sometimes on purpose, he will dirty himself just to feel your hands on his feathers.

When you are cuddling, he would enclose his wings around you both, cocooning you from the rest of the world and it’s just the both of you. He loves to coo and chirp for you as signs that he’s happy.

Slowly closing his eyes and opening them, nuzzling into your hands when you rub his head (swear he’s a cat).

He always leaves a feather behind when he’s going on trips; a piece of him for you to keep. He can hear the vibrations of your voice through the feather when you speak, but sadly, he can’t communicate through them to you.

Also, know that he will also cook for you, an ability as your mate which is important to possess. Showing you that he can feed you, so you’re getting home-cooked meals.

Taking you on flights, sorry if you’re terrified of heights because it’s an excuse for you to cling to him. Just joking, he wouldn’t take you on flights if you’re terrified. But if you’re not, he’ll show up on your balcony at ungodly hours of the morning to take you to watch the sunrise.

Picnics in Yavanna’s flower fields, swimming in Ilmarin’s pools, requesting for gifts from Aüle or asking Manwё to make you a cloud so you can sit on because he’s that whipped for you.

He’s serious from start to end about courting you and his façade never drops because he’s true about his feelings and love for you.

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[edensrose]

╰₊ 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕◞ ₊˚:

. ˚◞♡ 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕◞ ₊˚﹕ only writing for the valar & maiar. lots of oc content will be included. best written characters include manwë, námo, irmo and tilion. be sure to check out my ainur characterisations to understand how I interpret them.

. ˚◞♡ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 & 𝒂𝒖𝒔 ◞ ₊˚﹕

꒰ events﹕valentine kisses ꒷꒦ 2k vamp!ainur au ꒷꒦꒷ athelas drabbles ꒷꒦꒷ kinktober 2022 ꒱

꒰ aus﹕incubi!valar ꒷꒦ merc!ainur ꒷꒦꒷ vamp!ainur ꒱

. ˚◞♡ 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓 ◞ ₊˚﹕

˚◞❀˳ manwë◞ 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎 ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ námo◞ 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ calamorë◞ 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ irmo◞ 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ melkor◞ 𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ oromë◞ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒏 ꒱ ₊˚⊹

. ˚◞♡ 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒂𝒓 ◞ ₊˚﹕

˚◞❀˳ eönwë◞ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ tilion◞ 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ ossë◞ 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ mairon◞ 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒏 ꒱ ₊˚⊹

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

The Favour

Pairing: Eönwë x Fem. Reader (Elf | Second Person POV)

Themes: Medieval! Ainur | Violence | Soft ending

Warnings: Violence | Mentions of blood and death | Use of weapons | kissing / mild smut (lime, I think) | Alcohol use 

Wordcount: 3.1k words

Summary: During the final day of the tourney, Eönwë approaches you, his servant, with a request that shocks everyone.

Rating: 🔥(brief paragraph) | Minors DNI | 18+

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The final day of the tourney dawned as it should: glorious and golden and windy and bright.

The tourney grounds were a sea of silken tents and shields and horses, knights in brilliantly plated armor, and squires running around to do their masters’ bidding. Pennants and flags snapped and fluttered with the wind. The air rang with the sounds of shouts and curses and laughter, hammers striking steel and iron, and it soon grew rich with the scents of bread and mead and meat roasting over braziers.

The royal box was already full. Everyone had been garbed in the most splendid robes and jewels. The king was present, as was the prince. Both were dressed in doublets of black and green studded with a double row of golden flames. Eru wore a crown of gold and emeralds and onyx, and his son wore none. He could not wear one until he was anointed under the light of the stars. Prince Manwë did not seem to mind. He spoke to the others, made jests, and put his name down for a wager.

What a wager it was. The king himself pledged the finest horse in his herd and an opportunity to hunt in the royal forests; a courtier pledged a fat purse of gold coin, and a lady threw in her emerald ring. Many and more threw their names into the pot, and the wager grew and grew. The sheer value was staggering. It was to be expected. The Lord Commander himself was jousting.

The Lord Commander. The Lord Commander, Eönwë Úrion. He commanded the king’s armies and was the fiercest soldier to have ever lived and breathed. A warrior without peer, so the singers said. No one could stand before him.

No one knew much of him besides his skills and prowess in battle either. Eönwë kept to himself. A disciplined man, he would start his day by breaking his fast with a simple meal before heading off to the armory to arm and armor himself. After morning rounds around Ilmarin, he would spend most of his day training himself and others and meeting with the king. He would see himself off to the baths before settling in his private library by evenfall if there were no pressing matters. Even his supper was a quiet affair. You would know; you served him yourself.

You left your mother and brother after the town crier came to the market square and shouted that the palace was looking for new maids. The coin proved too much to resist, and your family needed it. Your brother had been injured in a hunting accident, and your father left one day, never to return. Your family was left destitute. The work would be hard but the king was known to many as a fair and generous master to those who served him well. Leaving your family and the life you knew was a struggle, but it had to be done. A turn of the moon after your arrival, the Lord Commander had seen you and had asked you to serve him instead. A strange request was what it was, but you did not mind. Seeing just him was an easier task. Not having to be at the beck and call of every courtier at the palace was a pleasant prospect. The Lord Commander asked for little and barely spoke in the beginning. Then he slowly loosened his tongue.

He would ask after you, and your family. He would even laugh if you said something amusing. The moment you walked through the door and he caught sight of you, his eyes would light up. They would also follow you everywhere. 

You did not notice at first, but you felt it. A strange but pleasant prickling sensation crawled up your spine whenever your back was turned. When you turned, Eönwë would be looking somewhere else. It felt like he was not looking at all. But his cheeks… they always bore the tell-tale sign of a blush. Sometimes, his fingers would brush against yours before he locked eyes with you. He would look at you, his very gaze softening, and open his mouth to say something. Then he seemed to think better of it before looking the other way.  

It frightened you. And it flattered you. Eönwë was a kind man, one who treated you with nothing but the utmost courtesy. You soon looked forward to seeing him and talking with him, even helping him with his tasks. His touch, no matter how light or tender, would soon set your heart racing. His smile was enough to make your skin tingle. Slowly, he would find his way into your dreams. They were all sweet and beautiful dreams, filled with promises and magic. Come morning, those dreams would give way to the cold light of day and harshness of reality.

Eönwë would never go beyond brief touches and tender smiles. He was the Lord Commander, and a senior courtier besides. Courtship and marriage were matters of state for those such as him. The king had to approve of his choice, and you knew the king would never approve. You were a servant and lowborn. Eru would never bless such a union; he would expect his general to wed a lady of the highest birth. Any dream you may have had of Eönwë courting you and even marrying you would have to remain just that. A dream. Nothing more.

And now you were here, in the royal box, serving everyone. Of food there was aplenty. Guests of the royal family and the court helped themselves to figs and cheese and the finest berries of the season, and later, delicate pastries, pies, herbed sausages, and roasted corn. There were flagons of beer and flagons of ale and pitchers of cool water for those who had a thirst. You stood to one side after you had served and watched while scores of heroes and warriors rode before the king. Eönwë stood out in plated armor inlaid with golden swirls, and little sapphires and emeralds. He was a vision, tall and proud and fierce, every maiden’s dream made flesh. And his eyes only sought yours.

Eönwë had dreamed of you. He dreamed of you often, and every night. He would see himself chasing you through the empty halls and corridors of Ilmarin, always missing you by mere moments. Your laughter would ring out like a song. "Find me," you would say, and taunt him, and run away from him in a swirl of silk and ribbons. "I am here," you would say again, and then you would call out from somewhere else and say, "No. I am here. Here I am, my lord."

The game you played with him, one of cat and mouse, was both maddening and exhilarating. By the time he caught you, he was out of breath. You would whisper sweet endearments to him while he carried you to his chambers. Your laughter slowly turned to soft moans while he kissed you and lost himself in your flesh. He would grow drunk on your scent and sigh when his cheek brushed against the wisps of your hair. Your nails would rake down his back when you cried out his name. His name. Just his. The very thought of it was enough to send shivers down his spine.

Eönwë was certain he was dreaming now. He glanced up at you, hiding in the shadows, the wind sweeping through stray locks of your hair. Every high-born lady had her gaze fixed on him, but he did not see them. All he saw was you. 

Mercy, she is lovely, he thought. And he knew he had kept his true feelings towards you hidden for too long. Today, he said to himself. Everything will depend on today.

He shook his head when the Master of Revels came forth and a blare of trumpets sounded. The first tilts were announced, and riders went to take their places.

The rest of the day passed with warhorses snorting and charging down the lists, silks of red and green and silver and blue and every other color imaginable swirling around their saddles. Their charge would end in the splintering of wood and riders struck and unhorsed, and worse. More than one knight had to be carried off in a stretcher. Some would cough up blood. Those unfortunate few would never open their eyes at all.

Lord Tulkas was one of the riders who distinguished themselves. He rode brilliantly. His armor had been chased in silver and gold, and a golden bear reared on the crest of his helm. It glinted whenever it caught the sunlight. He first unhorsed Sir Tilion of House Archer, striking him with such force that he flew off his saddle and landed on the flat of his back with an awful clangor. The gasps from the crowd were loud, and the cheers that followed were louder still when Tilion rose to his feet and removed his helm to show that he was unharmed. He grinned wickedly and winked at a lady before walking off with his squire.

"Good thing it was not his Lord," Eru mumbled to his son. You were close enough to hear. "Oromë has a most wretched temper, I hear."

You kept your attention straight ahead, looking away only when called to serve. Eru called you and asked for something cold to drink. You made your way around lords and ladies and servants alike, only to slowly sneak into the ice cellar and find something you knew the king would like.

"Ah. Iced lemon water with honey?" Eru whispered, his silvery eyes lighting up with barely disguised glee when you returned. 

"The last of it, your grace," you whisper in reply before pouring a cup for him.

Eru accepted the cup with an eager hand. "My gratitude." He drank deeply and sighed in contentment. "Tell me, y/n, how long have you been working in the palace?"

You looked at him, shocked. The king knew you by name. "For… for almost a year now, your grace," you replied quickly after remembering your courtesies. 

Eru smiled. "And your family?" 

"Just my mother and brother, your grace," you told him. "My father left us one day. No one has heard a word from him since then."

"Is your brother employed?" The king inquired. "Does he have a trade?" 

"He helps my mother with the animals and her weaving, your grace. My brother is crippled, you see," you confided. "A hunting accident. He went after a boar and it gored his leg before it finally died."

It was strange that the king asked you such questions about your family. The others were straining their necks to listen, thinking the exchange would make choice gossip. It made you uncomfortable. Eru saw it. He turned and gave the rest such a look they withered into their seats. 

"Ignore that lot," he advised, not unkindly, and held up his cup. "And thank you for this."

You smiled and dipped into a deep curtsy before melting into the shadows. 

The jousts went on. Lord Tulkas went on to unhorse both Salmar of House Alqualondë and Arien of House Starfield, before losing a hard-fought match against one of his own, the lady Meássë. 

“Lady Meássë of House Shield!” The Master of Revels called. “Sir Makar, also of House Shield!”

Someone started another wager. This time it was to decide if Meássë or her twin, Makar, would win. Everyone talked in excited voices. The twins had never ridden against each other before. 

They took their places, their inky black chargers pawing at the earth. The twins were clad in armor enameled in the color of blood. Wisps of auburn hair could be seen beneath their helms. That was where the similarities ended. Makar was burly; his twin slender and lithe. Her helm bore a crouching lioness, his none. When the trumpets sounded they rode, the crowds crying out in unison. Their horses met in the center in a crash of wood against steel. It was a draw. They charged against each other a second time, then a third, evenly matched, before Meássë finally struck good fortune and her brother fell to the dirt. Makar, furious, removed his helm and hurled it into the crowd. Someone was nearly struck in the head. They shouted at him. Makar shouted back. His curses carried around the gallery. The jeers were loud. His twin laughed, and it enraged him. He would have done more had his lord not walked into the field and pointed to the king.

Makar stood to attention, his entire body tense. He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles slowly turned white. He refused to leave, when custom demanded he do so. Finally, Lord Tulkas had to grab Makar by the arm and drag him away after giving an apologetic look at the king. Meássë followed, snickering to herself.

"Looks like Lord Oromë is not the only one with a temper," Prince Manwë observed. "What are you going to do, father?"

"Leave him be for now," Eru replied. "He has already made a fool of himself. That should serve for the present."

The next match was just as anticipated as the match between the twins. 

“Sir Ossë, freerider in the service of House Alqualondë!” Came the Master of Revels cry. “Against Lord Commander Eönwë Úrion of House Ilúvatar!”

All the ladies spoke in hushed, excited tones. As an unwed lord, Eönwë could ask a favor from any unwed lady he wished. You observed discretely how they fiddled with brooches and rings and wreaths. Eönwë removed his helm and rode slowly around the gallery before stopping beneath the royal box. His dark hair had been pulled into a neat braid for the jousts. The other ladies sat up straight and smiled brightly, thinking he would address them, and them alone. The Lord Commander let his eyes skim over the crowd before they found you, keeping to the shadows as always.

“My lady y/n," he addressed you directly. "I was hoping to ask for your favor."

The entire gallery went silent. You stood where you were, struck dumb by the request. The other ladies turned to look, not all of them kind. Eönwë kept looking at you, fear and hope warring in his eyes. 

His throat had tightened when he rode over to the royal box and found you still standing there, a glass pitcher in hand. What he was about to do was unheard of. Eönwë would not just be asking for your favor; he was hoping to court and wed you, a servant no less. The revelation would unleash quite the scandal at court, and he would have to take you away to wait out the storm. Eönwë considered the storm worth it, but everything hinged on your answer. 

The crowd waited and watched. Those in the royal box waited and watched. You could not hide. Not now. Not when everyone was looking at you, expecting you to do something. And you had to do something. Answer him, at the very least. 

"My lord," you said nervously and stepped out into the sunlight. "I... I am but a servant... your request... it... it may not even be proper."

"I do not care that you are a servant," Eönwë replied, more confident this time. "I would be honored to wear your favor. And court you, once this is all over."

There was an uproar. The other nobles were scandalized. Your heart pounded even as your ears filled with the shouts of hundreds of people. You glanced at the other ladies, those who were hoping the Lord Commander would seek them instead. They were furious, their eyes ablaze with anger. It made your blood run cold.

If he left me, you thought, frightened. I would be at their mercy.

"No one will harm you." Eönwë had seen the looks and was less than pleased. He expected this to happen, but not so brazenly. "Even if you refuse," he said, his heart gripped with fear. Eönwë feared you would refuse him. "No one will harm you. I give you my word."

You looked at him and saw only him. For once, you did not see the battle-hardened warrior of legend. All you saw was a man full of hope and fear and dread. What was it that he dreaded? Your refusal?

"My lord," you said, forcing yourself forward, each step a struggle, and turning a blind eye to the stares. "What you ask of me... the king..."

"The king already knows," Eru declared to everyone's shock. "And the king approves. And once you decide on a day, the king will gladly issue a proclamation."

You turned to face the king, as stunned as the rest. 

The questions, you reflected. The king knowing your name. Him asking after your family. Did the Lord Commander approach him already?

“Lord Eönwë approached me with his intentions," Eru said, his eyes glinting with good humor. "Go on. This king is not getting any younger."

 A smile worked its way across your face. Some of the others laughed. You turned back to Eönwë. His shy looks, his attempts to speak with you, they all made sense now. He wanted to court you. He even went as far as to ask the king for his blessing. All that remained was for you to give your answer. You licked your lips nervously, remembering your dreams, how sweet they were.

There will be a storm, you thought when you caught the ugly looks. And a price to be paid. Will he be worth it?

You looked at Eönwë again. He was looking at you expectantly. Perhaps the price would be worth it, with him by my side. Finally, you said, "I have nothing for a favor, my lord. Just a ribbon."

The way his deep blue eyes lit up, like they had been lit by the light of the sun itself. It took your breath away. "Then I will gladly accept it."

You placed the pitcher on a small table before removing a thin strip of embroidered silk bound around your braid. You walked right up to the balcony, hesitant to let go of it. "My mother made this for me."

"I will guard it with my life," Eönwë promised, even as he smiled at you. The fear that gripped his heart ebbed away into nothingness. His smile widened and grew when you finally let go of the ribbon and it floated down to him. He caught it and brought it to his lips. The act was simple, but the meaning was understood by everyone. He was choosing you and forsaking all others. The thought made your eyes grow wet with tears.

"I will see you when this is over, my lady," he said, before turning his horse and riding back to his place, your ribbon firmly in his palm.

tags @cilil​ @edensrose​ @wandererindreams​ @asianbutnotjapanese​ 

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For you!

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With You, Forever

Pairings: Lord Eönwë x Reader

Warnings: RPF, discussion of death, sadness, heartbreak

Summary: After narrowly evading death on the battlefield, you face your lover.

A/N: sorry for not updating! my family was on a run from goblin raiders, didn't have much time for writing lmao 🥲 i hope you enjoy!

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[cilil]

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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Hey Eönwë! Would you like to stargaze with me? *blushes a little*

a smile finds the herald's lips and he holds his hand out to you. “come, while the night is still young,” he says softly, lacing his fingers with yours and pulling you closer. his free hand brushes some of your hair behind your ear. “it would be my honour.”