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“How Much Do You Love Me?”

A/N: This was originally planned for the underrated character event and ended up being scrapped at the last minute. Enjoy!

I’D DIE FOR YOU…in a heartbeat, if you ever asked them to choose, they would instead give their lives so that you can continue living. They preferably die, even if the act was selfish, which meant leaving you alone for the rest of your life. It would pain them to leave you behind to suffer and grieve their deaths, but it was better than staining their hands with blood while continuing to live. It simply wasn’t a part of their nature. It felt more heroic to give their life to save the love of theirs.

Celebrimbor, Fingolfin, Fingon, Argon, Finarfin, Finrod, Angrod, Aegnor, Glorfindel, Ecthelion, Egalmoth, Rog, Galdor, Beleg, Elrond, Elrohir, Elladan, Erestor, Gil Galad, Manwë, Irmo, Námo, Eönwë, Tilion

I’D KILL FOR YOU…and there’s no joking around when some got on their knees and swore to remove anyone and anything that threatened to harm or take you away from them. They have no issue in removing the enemy with their hands—getting them dirty was all a part of your protection. The act of taking someone’s life never or no longer bothers them so long as you remain safe and alive.

Feanor, Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin, Amrod, Amras, Fingon, Turgon, Maeglin, Thingol

I'D BURN THE WORLD FOR YOU…and they would do it in a heartbeat if that was the only way for the both of you to live in peace without any enemies and threats. A guaranteed method to sustain both your happiness and forever. A world without anyone to obstruct your love and steal either of you away. They would set the world on fire to remove everything so long as you remain at their side, and from the ashes, they’ll merely create a new world for you both to live in peace.

Feanor, Thingol, Melkor, Mairon

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(Prolog)

Warnings: curse words, typo, bad grammars.

A/n: before anything, i want to thank @batsyforyou for putting up with my shitty writing and messed up grammar by being my proofreader and helping me edit lots of stuff. I really love and i am very grateful for your help in this one and for the next ones. ❤❤❤❤

It was a beautiful day outside. Manwë sat down in his garden, content to feel the grass under him and admire the beauty of the flowers around him.

But his day of leisure was cut short when a blinding light appeared beside him. Only when the light was subdued, did he see what it was.

It was a little girl, clutching two bags in her tiny little hands.

She wore strange clothing, a black skirt with a red and white line made into a tattersall pattern that barely reached to her knees, a slightly dirty white thin shirt with short sleeves, a sharped end ribbon tied onto her collar, a strange-looking black outer layer with the same pattern as her skirt, a pair of black and white socks, and shoes with laces.

The little girl looked like an elfling in Manwë's eyes, so small and fragile. But he knew that this girl was no ordinary one, after all, she appeared within a blinding light right beside him, as if she was sent by Eru himself.

Realizing that he could not keep this to himself, he lifted the unconscious little girl in his arms along with her bags and carried her to his halls.

━━━━━━━

The moment Manwë arrived in his throne room, Varda immediately approached him, especially after spotting the unconscious little girl in her husband's arms.

"Who is this, my dear?" She asked. She put her hand on her husband's arm as she looked at the little girl whose hand was now clutching her husband's outer robe tightly.

Manwë lightly shook his head. "I do not know, she appeared beside me while I was in the garden."

Varda looks at her husband, confusion written on her face. Then she looks at the unconscious little girl again.

"She is quite strange, is she not?"

"Indeed, her fëa is unlike what i have seen." He shrugged, his hair falling from his shoulder. "Although i must admit i am no expert, that would be Namo's place."

Varda smiled at her husband, "Then we shall inform him."

"You are right, my Queen. Please bring the child to the empty guest room of our halls. I will send a message for Namo."

With that Varda took the still unconscious little girl from her husband's arms along with the bags, before marching out of the throne room. And Manwë called his herald, Eonwë, to inform Namo of their little guest.

━━━━━━

Varda carried the little girl to a guest room where she gently lay the little girl on the bed and put the bags beside the bed.

She inspects the little girl's body, finding some injuries and bruises on her.

So, Varda begins on tending to the still-unconscious little girl's body. Placing bandages on her injuries and salve on her bruises.

While Varda is still focused on taking care of the unconscious little girl, Manwë has entered the room. He stood a little bit behind his wife, watching as his beloved Queen put salve and bandages on the small and thin body of the girl.

"Has Namo been informed of our little guest?" Varda asked, glancing at her husband before continuing on her task.

"He has and he is making his way over as we speak."

"That is good"

After she is finished, Varda puts away all the things she uses. Then she walked back to the bed and knelt beside it. "I have noticed earlier while i was tending to the girl's injuries that her ears are round."

Cocking her head, she delicately pushed the little girl's hair away wanting her husband to see it by himself. "Maybe she is a new creation?"

Manwë hid his hand in his robe's sleeves and pondered. "It is possible but i doubt it."

"I wonder how she got here"

Before Manwë could say another word Varda stood sharply from her place and made her way back to him.

"The child wakes."

The girl opened her eyes slowly, blinking twice before her eyes widened and she sat up abruptly. She looked around the room and when she saw them she froze.

With her eyes are wide and her mouth agape, one only word escaped her mouth.

"Anjing"

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For those people out there wondering what the hell Anjing means. It's means dog. But it can be a curse word and it can mean different things on different occasions, but in this one it means Fuck.

And that is prolog! I had so much fun writing this one, plus the help from my excellent and wonderful proofreader.

[cilil]

Any Yandere Manwe headcanons?

𝓐𝓝 ~ Sure thing! Here are some ^^

𝓕𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 ~ 2nd person POV, reader insert, gender-neutral reader

𝓣𝓦𝓼 ~ Yandere, manipulative behavior, emotional manipulation, unhealthy relationships

ଘ The key thing about Yandere!Manwë is that everything is insidious. Everyone, including himself, believes that he is nothing but pure and good, so you yourself may question your own feelings time and time again - Are you the one who is in the wrong? Doesn't the Elder King in his divine wisdom indeed know better than you? Are you merely paranoid? Are you going against Eru's will if you even think about resisting him?

ଘ However, to even arrive at a point where you sense that something may be wrong, you have to escape Manwë's web, an illusion of perfect romance and companionship. With his skills as a poet, writer and singer, he does his best to woo you and pull wool over your eyes while he continues to draw you in.

ଘ You find yourself in an enviable position, with the Elder King himself doting on you and showering you with kindness, affection, attention and even special favors - whatever you desire, you may have it. Though there may be a price to pay, just a tiny thing he so very nicely asks for in return...

ଘ Once Manwë's interest in you slowly morphs into obsession, you're never alone. Even when you think no one is nearby, he either keeps his own eyes on you from his throne on Taniquetil or sends his bird servants to spy on you. Everything you do, everything you say, all is reported back to him.

ଘ Whether you resist or reject him doesn't matter. Manwë is used to (almost) everyone loving and adoring him, so why don't you? He immediately concludes that something must have corrupted you and of course he will be there to help out a poor little thing like yourself who can't free themselves from their "evil thoughts" without his "help".

ଘ Being a palace on top of a tall mountain, Ilmarin is the perfect place to "keep his darling safe". A golden cage, if you will. You enjoy a life of luxury and have no chance of leaving or escaping so Manwë can watch you and have access to you whenever he wishes. You may not even recall at which point he figuratively plucked you, his favorite little bird, out of the air and clipped your wings to make you his pet.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

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[edensrose]

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ manwë⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. manwë makes sure that your first time is something that you will remember fondly ( minors dni ៸៸ sexual content ៸៸ 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 ៸៸ fingering ៸៸ cunnilingus mention ៸៸ penetrative sex ៸៸ 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 ៸៸ fem.bod )

· ⊰ note. so this was actually a request but for the life of me I cannot find the ask ;; anyways! enjoy <3

♡. — 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈

ʚ Manwë is a hopeless romantic, so he would want to make your first time with him special. This need would only increase when he discovers that you are a virgin. He would wait until you were absolutely ready and approached him on the matter before beginning his planning.

ʚ He’s a bit of a cliche lover so having the room lit with candles and decorated with flowers wouldn’t be too much of a surprise — if you’re into that. He wants to make your first time something that you remember fondly.

ʚ Would pamper you beforehand, and treat you to something like watching the stars before the night actually begins.

ʚ When you confirm that you are indeed ready, he’d take you to his chambers and lay you on your back before he starts off slow. Kissing you, easing and relaxing your body as his large hands delicately trace your skin, rubbing at your side when he feels your nervousness.

ʚ Manwë would be slow in removing your clothes — if you would rather some of them to remain on your body then he will not mind, anything to make you feel more comfortable. But he will praise each and every inch of your skin, be it with kisses or love bites as he stirs the heat within you further,

ʚ Practically worships your body. Showers you with endearments and compliments, eases you with gentle hushes when he feels you growing tense as he takes his sweet time in pleasuring you. He is well aware that his stature is much larger than you, he knows that he will have to ensure that you are fully prepared.

ʚ “There we go. You are doing so well for me, little dove,’’ he whispers, eyes travelling to his fingers that slowly stretch you out. He elegantly moves his hand, feeling around your soft walls and searching for your sweet spot whilst you give him such pretty moans. He smiles at the small buck of your hips and curls his fingers, rubbing at that delicate patch of skin. “There it is. . . Does it feel good, darling? Hmm?” 

ʚ He knows that letting you release now would most likely tire you out, so he continues his foreplay without pushing you over the edge. The last thing he wished was to overwhelm your inexperienced body. He’d alternate between fingering and spoiling you with his tongue — just so that you were aware of just how much pleasure he could grant you. 

ʚ It is only when you are breathlessly begging and whining for him does he finally decide to get onto the main event. Sitting up on his knees and disrobing himself to reveal his own arousal. Before you can get too nervous — he’d cup your face, whispering for you to keep your eyes on his instead as he lines up. 

ʚ Manwë would rather you in his lap so that you could manage how much of him you took in and feel more in control. Should you wish to remain on your back, however, he wouldn’t mind that either. His hand remains cupping your face as he lines himself up.

ʚ Wouldn’t push in immediately and instead rub his length along your heat, gathering up enough of your slick whilst also making you even more needy for him.

ʚ When he begins to push in, his hand would find yours and he would capture your lips in a passionate, loving kiss in an attempt to distract you from the pain festering down below.

ʚ “Sshh, sshh, I know darling. I know,’’ Manwë whispers, parting from the kiss after he feels you clenching around him. “Eyes on me,’’ his hand retreats from the base of his length and his thumb presses to your clit — rubbing slow, pleasurable circles to help relax your body. “That’s my girl. . . let me worship you,’’

ʚ Once he is certain that you are able to take more, he’ll keep pushing — until you give him a sign to stop again. He wouldn’t try to push all of his length inside, not this time. His soft hands caress every inch of you. Touching, praising, until you were ready for him.

ʚ He’d capture your lips again, unable to keep himself from completely melting into you as he begins his thrusting. A slow pace at first that slowly leads into something moderate when you beg him for more.

ʚ His wings wrap around you, flushing you closer to his body as he follows your lead. Whatever you said was done, and all whilst he showered you in oceans of praise and affection

ʚ “That’s it, darling. Oh, you’re so beautiful.’’ “Does it feel good? Does my darling dove feel good?” “So good for me, that’s my princess,’’ 

ʚ He would slow down a bit for your climax, making sure that you reach the epitome of bliss while also ensuring not to overwhelm you. His thumb remains on your clit, riding out your high. Should you beg him for more, he’ll resort to fingering you one last time before leaving it at that. There would be more opportunities for something like this, other occasions where he can absolutely ruin you and have you calling his name to the heavens as he fucks you into the sheets. But tonight was about tenderness and care. 

ʚ Once he is certain you are calm with kisses against your heated skin and soft praises of how well you did for him — Manwë will scoop you up into his arms, wings still around you as he carries you to his personal pools to begin the aftercare

ʚ Sits in the waters and places you between his legs with your back to his chest as he washes and pampers you. Caresses your muscles and massages them until you are leaning back against him and on the verge of falling asleep — which he gladly encourages 

ʚ “You did so good for me, princess,’’ he murmurs to your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Rest for me, I shall take care of everything. My little angel.’’ 

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Favorite elf + Reader have a date at a frozen lake and the reader is in a silly goofy mood and is slipping and sliding everywere and the elf catches them.

Anon why do you have to make me pick a favorite elf boy so Instead i pick top six which would work well with this and add the Valar I write for, because who doesn't want to be caught by them.

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Finrod:

"Are you sure this is safe" The King Questioned as you stood on the frozen lake

"Not 100% sure but 20% sure it holds the weight I doubt it will break and we will catch each other if we slip" you said

"You pulled me out of Nargothrond for this" Finrod said as he took your hand and stepped onto the ice

"Yeah so" you questioned him

"It's so stupid and I love it" Finrod said

"You fell in a fountain for me of course you love it" you said getting further away from him you took a run up a very slippary run up and skidded the rest of the way to the middle of the pound maybe sliding on ice was better with knifes on your feet you though as you slipped around trying to stabilize yourself only to be caught in the chest of Finrod

"Thanks" You said as you feet slid away from you and Finrod set you down gently on the ice you span around to face him and ended going to far the rest of the day was full of him falling on the ice or you falling into him.

Maeglin:

"Are you sure I can impress Idril with this" Maeglin said crossing his arms

"Yeah totally" you said as if it wasn't a total ploy for you to slip into him and 'accidentally' kiss him as much as you hated to admit it to the Lord of the Golden Flower and the lord of the Heavenly Arch you had fallen for the Dark elf's son.

Given the cold weather the lake had frozen over, you managed to tempt him out of his hole given you happened to befriend him which shocked all the Lords of Gondolin and the King, it was actually quite easy.

You almost slipped when you stepped onto the ice but you caught Maeglin's hand which he reached out for you "Be careful idiot" The dark haired elf grumbled you helped him onto it, he managed to walk pretty normally on it compared to you

"Stop sliding around you'll fall and hurt yourself" Maeglin said only for you to slid into him toppling you both over and you ended up kissing him you both heard a squeal from the edge of the ice and laughing.

"This is not what it looks like Idril" Maeglin said as he pushed you off him

"But you are so cute together I am glad you finally found someone and gave up on me you are unaware of how long Y/n has been hiding their feelings for you I am glad you both finally found eachother" Idril said

"If you would have me can we" You questioned

"Fine" Maeglin said finally giving up on Idril you grinned and kissed him again

Glorfindel:

"Come on" you said pulling Glorfindel with you

"Wait for a second I wish to be warm" Glorfindel said

"You will be warm you will be moving around you don't need that many layers don't over do it, don't blame me if they make the ice crack beneath you and you fall in" you said as you dragged Glorfindel down to the lake

"What if I tie blades onto my shoes" Glorfindel said

"Please don't be that stupid, I love you but that is way to stupid" you said as you got onto the ice, Glorfindel happened to join you in your antics but when he caught you in return you missed catching him back making him land on his ass you both stayed awefully still as a concerning crack formed before the ice below Glorfindel started tipping and dumped the blond into the water you managed to get away with nothing but one of your legs falling in once when running away from the cracks Glorfindel pulled himself out making you laugh

"You looked like a soaked rat" You laughed

"Come give me a hug Meleth" Glorfindel said

"OH HELL NO" you said running the blonde chased after you

"ELROND HELP ME I WILL NEVER INSULT YOU AND YOUR HALF ELVEN HERITAGE OR ADOPTED PARENTS AGAIN" you yelled as you ran into the house

"ERESTOR, ELLADAN, ELROHIR, GILDOR ANYONE HELP ME FROM THIS DROWNED RAT" You yelled

"It's your own fault, deal with your consequences" Erestor said ignoring you the blonde did managed to capture you in a hug but you got a warm bath with him out of it so it didn't end badly

Erestor:

You grinned as you tempted the advisor onto the ice "This isn't very safe" Erestor muttered under his breath

"Oh come on you promised to take me to the frozen lake" You said

"I was unaware you ment to get on it for entertainment" Erestor grumbled as he came to you you grabbed his arm and pulled him to you

"But you love me so you don't care" you said as you watched fear flash across his face as he slid towards you

"yes but this is dangerous, the ice could crack and we could fall in, one of us can gain a concussion" Erestor said you kissed him to shut him up

"Shhh, just stop thinking and have some fun, relax a bit" You said as you skid away Erestor followed you cautiously and slowly you skid around him before slipped right into him.

"As I said this is dangerous lets get off the ice" Erestor said as he lead you of the ice before he slipped he let go of your had and slid into a pile of snow at the edge of the lake you held in a laugh as he poked his head out and shook the snow off him

"Can we just get back to house now please" Erestor grumbled

"Sure" you said before joining him in the snow

Elrond:

Elrond watched out of his window as you slipped and sided up and down the pound every so often coming dangerously close to injury the Lord decided to join you by the pound side to make sure if you do get injured he was there to help you.

You didn't need to slip anywhere sure ice was slippery but you could easily walk across it fine "Elrond hey" you said as you slid passed him

"What brings you here" You questioned

"You" Elrond said catching you from having your face colid with the ice

"Play times over Meleth time to go inside and warm up you are not fully elven and your mortal traits outweigh your elvish ones I do not wish for you to gain a cold" Elrond said

"My only elvish trait is immortality" You said

"Exactly my point you get get sick if you are out in the cold to long"

"Fine" You said allowing Elrond to Bring you Inside

Manwë:

When you first came to Manwë with the idea of 'playing' on the ice he was fully against it he was still fully against it but you had taken his no and ignored it somehow making it a yes he would join you he had almost slipped a few times but his wings saved him.

"You are going to hurt yourself, do not come crying to me when you inevitably do" Manwë said as you slid passed him

"You got to admit this is fun" You said back to the Valar

"Sure if you want to say it is" Manwë said as you collided into him making him lose his balanced his wings manically flapped so neither of you fell down onto the ice which somehow worked you glanced up to the king who was giving you an I told you so face.

"Don't say it" you said looking down in shame

"How about we get back and cuddle if you wish" Manwë said making you grin and agree

Irmo:

"So you are saying I am your third choice" Irmo said

"Hey it would of been funny if the other two agreed that's the only reason why you are third my love" you said

"Fair I am still offended you didn't think I would also like to see Manwë and Namo slip on ice" Irmo said you laughed

"I would of come and got you" You said

"So now i am the subject of your prank" Irmo said

"No don't twist my words" you said funnily enough you never slipped on the ice with Irmo because he made an illusion of it as he though the real thing was far to harmful and knowing your clumsy self you would fall

Mandos:

"No" Mandos said

"Come on why not" You questioned

"I have elves to watch I can't take a break from them" Namo said pointing to the Fëanorian's

"Plus it's dangerous you will just hurt yourself" Namo said

"Fine" You pouted but set yourself in his lap

"You can't move until you say yes so if they do anything to bad you have to say yes to me" You said

"You are not going to make me say yes with Black mail" Namo said

"uh huh sure" You said.

Namo frowned at how he got here he had pushed your black mail to the side of his mind and got caught of guard, you attempted to spin but ended up knocking into Mandos

"So you can't leave my arms for long it seems" Namo teased you which made you frown

"Oh shut up" You groaned as he carried you off the ice

"Hey go back right now" You said

"No I can't leave the Children or you unsupervised" Namo said

"Did you just call me a child" You questioned

"You are child sized" Namo said it was true you were the height of his 'problem children' elves

"Your so mean" You groaned lightly punching his chest

"Sure I am" Namo responded with

[yandere-ainur-confessions]

❪ ♡ ❫ ── 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒆 , “ no one would believe you ,’

the benevolent. the kind. these are ways that many would describe the elder king. and oh, he makes sure to remind you of it whenever you try to act up. to keep you with him and reliant on him — him alone.

“where will you go, darling?” he'd croon, curling some of your hair along the crux of his finger as he leans in with his usual smile. the same one you had come to associate with a master of lies, a two-faced deceiver.

“who would believe you? that I could be any of what you claim me to be?” manwë chuckles as he listens to your thrumming heart and pulls you closer, as if to dance. and as his hands and arms draw yours into position, he leans in to press a kiss against the racing pulse of your neck.

“they would all think you mad,” he begins to sway with you. “they would reject you, ridicule you. . .”

he spins and sways with you, until finally he dips you gently. his face above yours, cerulean hues bearing into your eyes as that same, deceptively sweet smile graces his lips whilst he leans closer to your ear. and with a low, honeyed voice, he whispers:

“you'd come running back to me.”

[ainur-interactions]

"You are a little sparrow... The littlest one. My little baby sparrow." *kisses Manwë's nose*

the king practically beams, leaning in and taking all of your affection gladly. he shuts his eyes, bringing his head to nuzzle against your neck. “I'm your little sparrow.” he croons, pressing a peck to your cheek.

[dirty-ainur-confessions]

Who of the Valar could have a breeding kink? How would they go about it, when introducing the reader (their beloved) to it?

♡. melkor

it seems from his obsession with wanting to create life. it's something that you'd notice after the numerous times that he's filled you up and it would be in your best interest to bring it up. once you do, he'd be shameless about it. and once he's certain you're into it, oh boy. he's favourite thing in the world is to fuck you for hours, having you full and dripping with him before he slips a toy in so that his 'seed isn't wasted.' he tells you how pretty you are when you're just begging to be stuffed full, how gorgeous you are pleading for him to breed you

♡. manwë

as a vala with avian traits, this kink would come about due to the fact that he falls into heats. as his first heat with you approached, he would inform you of it and give you the option to stray away from him until the week is over. if you refuse, well, get ready. manwë in heat is ravenous, desperate. he fucks you like, well, a creature in heat. relentlessly pounding you into the sheets even whilst the both of you release for the umpteenth time. pulling and caging you in multiple positions. fucking you in front of a mirror so that you see how eagerly you take his seed. ( with pre consent ) you'll wake up hours after having fallen asleep to his cock parting your walls as he holds you against him. making sure to fuck another load into you, telling you what a good little darling you are for him, so prettily taking his seed

♡. oromë

he assumes that this kink somehow extended from his more prominent one: predator/prey. just the thought of forcing you against the forest floor and fucking you like an animal in heat has him embarrassingly hard. he'd bring it up to you, wishing to try it out during one of your next 'chases'. you agree and let's just say that it might have been the fastest oromë has ever caught you. he shoves you into the ground or a tree, already rutting into you as though he had no self control. he tells you how he's going to breed you thoroughly. stuff you full, right here, right now. and it is exactly what he does. fucking you within the forests so that your pretty moans echo. all while begging for his seed, begging for him fully claim you. oh, he simply goes wild with the amount of times he's seen his essence travel down your pretty thighs

[animatorweirdo]

To the end and beyond

Inspired by lovely @edensrose​ ‘s vampire Au. I might have also re watched castlevania, so this scenario might seem familiar and I thought it might fit. Hope you enjoy. 

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood, grudge, dismembering, Manwe might need a hug. 

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After the terrible event that took the life of the king and queen, the once kind-hearted prince seeks out an old acquaintance, a forge master, who could turn the dead into hellish creatures of the night to stand against the treacherous hunters, who took everything he once loved.

The wind blew as he walked. The owls sat in the trees, and a pack of wolves was howling in the distance. The moon basked the land in the moonlight as he approached an old abandoned small fort on the hill. With his sharp vision, he sees the light burning inside, indicating someone is living there. 

He lays his hand against the door, pushing it open and allowing himself in. He pulled down his hood, letting his brilliant white hair fall down on his shoulders as he looked around the empty halls and corridors. It was dead quiet. He could only hear the torches burning on the walls and a few mosquitoes that most likely came inside to escape the cold of the night.

“I heard you moving across the grass,” Your voice reached his ears. 

"That's very good, (Name). Most people can't hear me moving at all," He smiled as he turned to look at you standing at the door, holding a spiked whip in your hand. 

"There's nothing out here but the grass and the endless forest. And even the wolves don't come close to my little home. What brings you out here, lord Manwe?" You questioned. 

"You," He answered. 

"You have a need for my work?" You asked, tilting your head curiously. 

"Invite me across your threshold, (Name)," Manwe said. 

After inviting him in, you served him some nourishment. "Do you remember how we first met, (Name)?" Manwe asked after you poured some blood you had stored for occasions into his cup. 

"That would be difficult to forget," You stated, putting down the jug. "Say the words– so I know you're still my friend," Manwe spoke. You looked into his eyes which often changed with the color of the sky. Now, they were darkened and carrying a faint shadow beneath them. His posture felt tired, and you noticed a hint of desperation in his look as he waited for your answer. 

You sighed and sat down. 

“I was being hunted by cultist magicians who wanted to kill me,” You said and took a sip from your water. "Cut me up and sell my parts to other magicians. Someone like me is, in some parts of the world, a rich supply of ingredients for potions, spells, and even aphrodisiacs," You said. 

"And you saved me," You looked at him.

"I did," Manwe smiled for a moment. 

"The only person in the world who lifted a hand to protect me from anything, and he was not a human," You stated. 

"You are still my friend," Manwe let out a smile that looked like relief. 

"I am," You said. 

"I do have a need for your work. Humankind has betrayed me, and they must be punished," Manwe explained, clenching his wrist. 

"May I ask what happened? " You asked. "The hunters... they attacked without notice and killed my father and beloved mother," Manwe said, almost painfully, as he recalled the memory. The sounds of screams and the sight of his kin’s blood still fresh in his mind. 

"My deepest condolences, my prince," You bowed your head, holding your hand against your heart. "I do remember meeting your mother once. She was a kind soul like you," You said. 

"So war then? you need an army of the night to stand by your side?" You asked. 

"You sound suspicious," Manwe stated. 

"You're not human. And way back, you wanted to find a way for humanity and vampires to coexist peacefully. You wouldn't dare to harm a little bird and even loathed your vampiric nature. You have gone through a traumatic change, but it's not just punishment you seek,” You explained. 

"No, I mean to conquer and end those who murdered my parents and people," He said with a hardened glare. His eyes burned red with a hidden fury before he then let out an exhausted sigh, and they turned back to their original blue color. 

"And you want my help to do it?" You asked after waiting for him to calm down. "Yes," He said softly. "Even though I am a human being?" You asked. "Yes," He almost whispered as his shoulders slumped down. 

You waited, taking a drink from your water before looking at him. "Do you remember my first words to you?" You asked. "Yes," He said. "Indulge me, master Manwe, so that I may know that you're still my friend," You said, making him look at you. 

"You said: I have no fear of death. It always sounded peaceful to me," Manwe said without missing a word with his poetic voice.  

You smiled. "I will be loyal to the end and beyond," You expressed. 

"Shall we begin?"

[ainur-confessions]

❪ ♡ ❫ ── manwë | sleeping

manwë is big on holding you in his arms while the two of you drift off. more often than not he prefers to have you rested on his chest while he lays on his back.

why?

well do you know what else is big? manwë. he's tall, ranging from about 8 - 9ft so what happens when he is halfway through his seventh dream and he accidentally rolls the two of you in such a way that suddenly you're being crushed beneath him, hmm?

of course he doesn't do it intentionally. but damn are you left smothered by feathers, fluffy hair and silken robes by the end of it.

[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.

[feralteapot]

Since I’m not sleeping any time soon, might as well give into the simp thoughts again.

Manwe First Time (reader virginity loss) fic was great.

My brain requires one for Namo . I need to know how it’d go with him.

(Though technically we’ll find that out with Sweet Escape)

Namo taking reader’s virginity fic when.

( @edensrose you’re responsible for this train of thought)

[crazed-flower]

❃ Omnia Paratus ❃

A Series Made by @crazed-flower

For faster update go to wattpad

Warnings: cursing, blood, violence, bad grammar, Indonesian words, female reader, typo, mention of nudity and SA.

Featuring: The Silmarillion cast and Southeast Asian Female Reader + Oc

Song playlist:

ღ Let's get to know the main character!

✾ (Prolog) The New Tune

✾ The Barrier Between Us (coming soon)

Coming Soon!

[cilil]

AN: @edensrose remember when I told you the horny threads are always at risk of being turned into random fics? well. here you go. this is what you get for refusing to drink water and thirsting for bird dad💙

shout out to my co-conspirator @singleteapot for motivating me to write this and helping me out!

˳༄꠶ Taking care of you ˳༄꠶

Pairing: Manwë/femElf!reader

Synopsis: Reader is a poet and one of the Vanyar, yet her works are not the only things Manwë finds delightful about her. He decides to make sure she's well taken care of.

Featuring: Cuddling, kissing, some smut, Manwë gently enforcing a little self-care session, POV 2nd person

Short oneshot (~1.2k words)

"You have not been properly taking care of yourself, little dove." 

You shift on Manwë's lap as he scolds you, worried that he's displeased with you. Thankfully his tone is soft and there's a sparkle of mirth in his eyes when you look up to meet his gaze. 

"I'm fine, my lord," you insist, but he merely shakes his head in response and reaches for the glass of water placed on the nightstand next to his bed. 

"You forget that little is hidden from my eyes, especially within my own halls. Now drink."

You pout a little and consider refusing, but his mien and the warm wing draped over you make you reconsider. Manwë is gentle as always, but there's a certain firmness in his demeanor that lets you know he means it. Lowering your gaze in defeat, you accept the water he hands you. 

"My lord, I'm flattered, but you don't need to concern yourself with my wellbeing," you utter one more protest before he places his hands over yours to guide the glass to your lips. 

Ever since your first time being invited to one of the poetry nights Manwë likes to host for Elves and Ainur alike, he has been showing a particular interest in you, welcoming you into his halls more and more often and having his birds deliver little gifts to you. It didn't take long until you found yourself spending time with him alone as well, sharing stories and conversing for hours on end, wrapped in the warm, loving embrace of his arms and wings. Like you were doing until a few minutes ago. 

You stop drinking and lower the glass to take a break, only for Manwë to present you with a few pieces of chocolate. 

"Here. For you," he coos in your ear. "And promise me you won't skip dinner again to work on your next poem."

"How do you–"

You freeze for a moment, then realize he must've been keeping an eye on you for a while now and continue to enjoy the treat he's giving you. Manwë's fána is so wonderfully warm, tall and strong, and you feel like you could spend ages just sitting in his lap and snuggling up to him, enjoying the safety and comfort of his presence. 

"So good for me, my favorite little poet," he praises you and you blush; being complimented by the Elder King himself is something you have yet to get used to. 

You make sure to empty the glass once you're done eating and are rewarded with a bright, approving smile. No matter how grumpy you are, Manwë always manages to make you soft and do as he says. 

His hands let go of yours as you put the glass away and roam your upper body instead while lowering his head to nuzzle your hair and kiss your parting. 

"You know that I love your writing, my darling dove, but it breaks my heart to see you working day and night and being so hard on yourself," he says, pulling you as close as he can. 

"But I do so gladly, my lord," you reply, allowing yourself to lean against his chest, sinking into soft feathers and the fabric of his robes. It feels like lying down on top of a cloud. 

Manwë gingerly tilts your chin upwards to pepper your face with little kisses. 

"And I am glad that you enjoy yourself, yet today you will rest," he says. His tone makes it clear that the matter is not up for debate. 

"As you wish." 

Your breath hitches in your throat when he pauses to admire your face, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. His touches begin to make you feel heated, and you wish for him to continue kissing and touching you. 

"Would you like to be rewarded for being such a good girl for me?" Manwë croons, leaning down to let his breath ghost over your skin. 

"Yes, my lord. Please."

A smile graces his lips before he leans down to kiss you, tender at first, then with more and more passion as he takes his time exploring. Your heart flutters, and the heat inside you grows even stronger, causing you to press your body against his fána and wrap your arms around his neck. You continue kissing him back until you are almost out of breath and feel him lifting you up from his lap to place you on the bed. 

Before you know what's happening, he lies down next to you and draws you into his embrace again. A warm hand slips underneath your dress, eliciting a surprised gasp from you. 

"My lord–" 

"Hush, little dove." 

Manwë is still smiling, but his eyes hold a mischievous glint and his pupils dilate, an unmistakable sign that he's enjoying himself greatly. 

"When I said that little is hidden from my eyes, I wasn't merely referring to your long hours of writing..."

His fingers caress the inside of your thigh, steadily wandering upwards. 

"I also saw how many hours you spent dreaming about me, my name on your lips as you composed poems about love and passion..." 

A tiny whimper escapes your lips when he starts tracing your folds through your panties. Your arousal is palpable by now, your body eagerly responding to Manwë's touch; and how could you not succumb to that radiant smile, those beautiful sapphire eyes, the divine beauty of the Elder King himself. 

"Seeing you yearn for me was delightful, yet it cannot compare to how sweet and lovely you are right now," he whispers and slips one finger underneath the fabric of your panties to slowly push inside you. 

"I want to hear you saying my name, like you did when you thought of me. Can you do that for me, my darling dove?" 

"Y-yes... my lord... Manwë..." you manage, and he rewards you with a kiss. 

"So beautiful, so good for me..." 

Another finger enters you, and you allow sweet noises of pleasure to fall from your lips. They seem to be music to Manwë's ears, encouraging him to move faster and push deeper inside you. Reflexively, you spread your legs wider for him and move your hips, desperate for more. 

Images from your dreams make their way into your mind, fantasies about riding his cock while he sits on his throne, being held down and shoved into the sheets of his bed while he fucks you, choking on his cock while you pleasure him, eager to taste the essence of the Vala you adore so much. You want to beg him to take you, but your ability to formulate any coherent thoughts and voice them is taken from you by Manwë rubbing your clit with his thumb, happily drawing more moans and gasps from you. 

"M-Man... wë–"

A broken whisper of his name is all you manage before your back arches off the bed and your hips buck against his hand. It doesn't take long for you to come undone around his fingers, whimpering into his chest, your body going limp in his arms. After so many hours of dreaming and fantasizing, you simply couldn't help yourself, yet you are still embarrassed that the Elder King saw through you so easily. 

"You see, little dove, if you don't take good care of yourself I have to make sure you do better," Manwë coos, withdrawing his hand and tucking your head underneath his chin. 

"And rest assured, next time you might not receive a reward so easily, so be a good girl for me, will you?" 

tag list: @eunoiaastralwings @edensrose

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[and-the-stars-collided]

Ainur as Aesthetics: 

Melkor  —  eye-rolls, either sleep for the week or sleep is for the weak, great music taste, extremely passionate, smarter than you'd think, abandoned cities, alcohol, doesn't care about opinions, midnight hours, black coffee, hates humanity, cold hands, barely-there eyeliner, sharp smiles, lace-up boots, doesn't like to be told what to do, anger so blinding that you forget where and who you are, staring at the mirror until your features start to disappear, bad decisions, their words can hit you like a gunshot, the chilling sensation of metal on your skin, sharp claws ready to slash anyone they encounter, shattered antique mirrors, long dark scarves, dark and tousled hair, swallowing hard, a little broken.

Manwë  —  pale white snow, red cheeks, dried flowers that used to be the colour of the sun, quiet half-smiles, sunlight coming through an open window in the morning, hair tucked behind ears, gives the most thoughtful gifts, always neat, sparkly jewellery, beautiful poetry, comforting hugs, light footsteps, kisses on cheeks, a laugh like wind chimes, thunderstorms that you feel in your chest, intelligent eyes, collector of small objects, windswept hair, loves their friends with almost an unhealthy amount of loyalty, the colour of the sky at dusk, a crisp autumn breeze, soft hair, gold-flecked souls, the one who is there for you even when you think you don't need them, singing under their breath, smiles as the rain falls down and laughs as their hair lifts in the breeze.

Varda  —  cracked spines of leather-bound classics, sharing pieces of your soul with the world, starting revolutions with simple words, rosewater, cherry blossom petals floating through the wind, making promises, midnight conversations, writing into abysmal nothingness, stargazing, knowing smiles, doesn't open up easily, soft skin, crystals, a night where the clouds hide the moon, stories swirling in your mind, cursive letters, piercing eyes, whispers filled with secrets, studying things that do not exist, bright flashes of light outside your window, silk bedsheets, mysterious, handwritten notes, stays up so late it's early, plays quiet music for ambiance, fingertips stained with ink.

Ulmo  —  bodies full of stories, a will that ebbs and flows, lazy smiles, no real devotion to anything but existence itself, wordless lullabies, glassy blue eyes, moves with grace and rhythm, late night swims, blue tie dyed sheets, flowing outfits, the rough ocean at night, tall waves and bitter winds, salty hair, long limbs, kind of sad and tired but you've never see them cry, goes with the flow, quiet voice but loud meaning, walks with purpose, always looks their best, very kind and giving, seashells, loud laughter, perfect posture, habit of overthinking, bare feet, ice-cold lemonade, laying on the ground to soak up the sun, sand in the air, intricate designs, high ceilings, dim lights, bitten nails.

Aule  — confident, likes to perform, acts cool but is secretly emotional underneath, bold/dark colours, loves challenges, gets mad and forgives just as quickly, wouldn't change for anyone, laughing so loudly that strangers stare at you, running around like crazy person with your lover, compliments a stranger's crazy hair colour and feeling so good when they smile, unhealthy amounts of candy, fiery red sunsets, getting back up after being knocked down, they know that their friends are right behind them wherever they go, the burn in your lungs after chasing something you'll never be able to catch, always does their own thing.

Yavanna  —  warm days, soft smiles, making sure everyone is happy, walking barefoot, falling asleep in the sun, wishes everyone would be kinder, mugs of too-sweet tea, the person who screams don't kill the spider, adores animals, covered in freckles, one can never quite tell exactly what their eye colour is, pointing to the stars as they peek out from behind the clouds, large yawns early in the morning, a question left unanswered, honey, one hand catching another, tea that is swallowed for its warmth and not the taste, faded patterns on well-loved t-shirts, dew beading on flower petals, the imprints tight socks leave behind, wanderlust's yearning pull.

Orome  —  long hair, loves nature and animals, mist, sharp features, dirt under their fingernails, very down to earth, always willing to help, the strong friend, always has new, interesting facts to tell, tough as all hell, doesn't love easily but always loves deeply, walking barefoot everywhere, wildflowers threaded into messy braids, laying in the afternoon sun, big adventures, crisp air, deeply opinionated, climbing the tallest trees around, muddy feet, toothy smiles, accepting of everyone, follows their own path, stargazing off mountain cliffs, running through tall grass, folklore stories of fairies and dragons, a child at heart.

Nienna  —  honeyed and sulky dark summers, pomegranates, thunderstorms, magnolias, unkept promises, cinematic and shadowy, existing in a trance of melancholy, feels passionately though feigns detachment, slightly off-putting, their presence is announced but even if it wasn't you'd still know they were there, constantly underestimated, desperately afraid of silence, red-rimmed eyes, always appears serene, broken handwriting, short hair, foxes, dead leaves, large coats and scarves, numb fingers, old stone walls, steaming black tea, tears, gazing at a past lover down the hall, the smell before rain, old songs, nostalgia.

Námo  —  set features, eyes the color of dead souls, candles melting wax atop a piano, tragic smiles, an inexplicable sense of sharpness, hot tears, decaying cores, irreversible tornadoes, infectious whispers, heart is always pounding, doesn't like to be seen, nightmares, dark circles under their eyes that they can't hide, doesn't know their limits, slightly self-destructive, the silent one, bitter coffee, quiet observation, black eyeshadow, knows a bit of everything, no-nonsense, cold fingers and colder gazes, being misunderstood, sitting alone in a hard wood chair late at night, dead roses, losing a loved one too soon, moss covering broken gravestones, shattered glass, the taste of melancholy. 

Irmo  —  glows when they talk, dewy eyes, radiates with a blessing from the sun, gentle hands, dandelions, white clouds, the shy warmth of the first days of spring, afternoon naps, soft pillows, carefree laughter, fields of reeds, basking in the moonlight, flower crowns, sunbathing in creeks, gloriously alive, hours among the leaves, kind soul, often lost in their own thoughts, nights spent watching the river, dancing in a circle, holding hands, soft clothes, sun kissed skin, always listening to music, either works too hard or not at all, warm smiles, dancing in the rain, catching fireflies, wanting to do everything and nothing all at once, innocent hope, paper stars in glass jars, bittersweet goodbyes, looking for beauty in everything, water-coloured skies. 

Estë  —  dried orange garlands, snow on green tiled roofs, a bit in love, quills dipped in metallic ink, daydreaming, angelic singing, very fond of cuddling, homemade bread, constantly buying gifts for people, talkative, will hold your hand whenever and wherever, friends with almost everyone, convinced that sleeping at 10pm is late, strawberry ice cream, calming eyes, telling old stories, rosy cheeks, wanting the best for everyone, sunrises, loves nature, passionate about dreams, self-made flower crowns, will stay up late to comfort you, unexpected hugs from the back, not afraid to tell people they love them, humble.

Vairë  —  silver knitting needles, velvet skies filled with twinkling stars, red embroidery thread, hot black tea with spoonfuls of sugar, ballet shoes, hearts carved in birch bark, denim jackets, distant bells, foxgloves, rain moving over hills, cheek caresses, a bedroom left alone, walking in the mud and rain at dusk, resisting change, dead ends, unspoken feelings, finally coming home, looking up at the stars in hope of something more, simultaneously brimming with hope and lifeless, wiling the hours away, staring at the ceiling, wanting to write but not knowing the words, hiding from the world, afraid of the future, a sense of dread.

Vána  —  soft features, the smell of lavender, long walks in the sunshine, singing in a choir, sincere laughter, pastel colours, reading poetry aloud, baking cookies and sharing it with friends, kind gestures, painting on random objects, flower print clothes, lacy socks, handwritten love letters, forgiving people, graceful movements, writing poetry, roses, standing up for those who can't defend themselves, walks through nature, positivity, white lace, long hair, very graceful, always there for you, nostalgia of a time that you never knew, undeniably beautiful, the sweet breeze of a spring morning, slowing drifting off while laying on a green meadow, calm and collected, the best friend you could ask for.

Tulkas  —  loud laughter, hammocks, doesn't know when to stop, can't sleep, jacket with so many fixed holes it has been reduced to patchwork, flashing smiles, living on the edge, free spirit that will rip you to shreds if you dare to try and tame it, bloody knuckles, the moments of silence after a loud screaming match, riding into the sunset, dogs barking in the distance, the smell of fire on the air, running from person to person, unbridled chaos, aimless wandering, on the verge of greatness, call of the void, empty avenues, walking between worlds, wanting to hold the planets, melancholy nights, seeing things that aren't really there, wishing for more, overgrown unkempt gardens, bright colours against dark greens, tripping up on vines and logs, scraped knees.

Nessa  —  can go from laughing to serious fast if necessary, little bits of dark humour, staying up late, they do the little eyebrow thing when they get insulted, doodles, everybody else thinks they have friends but they don’t, red lipstick, lively, can be implosive, forgotten, mood swings like crazy, but very calm when they are happy, regrets decisions they made in the past, affectionately called a little brat, out until late in the afternoon of the next day, does not let anyone kill their vibe, seeing their escape in a person, the echo of your own steps on a tile floor, the sensation of being the only one left, a way that seems to have no end.

Eönwë  —  intimidating, has a soft side but only a few people see it, loves the forest, natural beauty, combat boots, deep thinker, false formality, a chord of music that breaks the silence, clouds rolling in, doesn't get angry but instead just fucking glares at you until you crumble, loves thunderstorms, mind like caverns, hands like stone, to hold or to hurt, heavy irises, earthquake tempers, unrequited love, soft voice, they know you whether you know them or not, lingering touches, people watching, the smell of old books and rain, faint music in the distance, won't let others break their friend's hearts, clearing their throat as a type of warning, moral righteousness, faith in humanity, towering buildings.

Mairon  —  sarcastic comments with a smile, glares that could kill, speaking in such a pretentious way that no one even understands you, obsession over studies, being a good person but getting corrupted, setting fire to the city, eyes like flames, heeled boots, soft aching hands buried in messy hair, ancient ruins, cups of tea gone cold, flawless eyeliner, impulsive decisions, false pretences, sickly sweet smiles, daunting realisations, masquerade masks, too stubborn to admit their regrets, waking up from a nightmare, hands cold to the bone, chest pains, the sharp cold of winter, rotting apples, dark circles under the eyes from not sleeping for days, hands stripped from over-washing.

So! Still trying to work out my masterlist and first few posts I have pre-written. In the meantime, please enjoy this messy aesthetic thingy.

[bluezenzennie]

Wings

Imagine Manwë getting off of you simply rubbing and groping his wings, making him cum without doing anything else. The way whines fall from those pretty lips of his when you nip softly at them, the way you can see how his cock begins throbbing as you place featherlight touches on his great wings. You're driving him insane.

Pairing: Manwë/GN!Reader

Themes: SMUT

Fic type: Imagine

Warnings: Cum, drooling, wing kink. ( Tell me if there are more. )

Rating: sweet chili chocolate | MDNI | 18+

"Dove-"

The whine that falls from Manwë's lips is so pretty, full of nothing but intense pleasure and desire, your touches rendering him speechless. And oh how his lust-filled groans and indecent loud moans, that would have most on their knees, flow throughout the room freely so shamelessly and so beautifully, leaving you sopping wet as you continue to tease and grope at the softness of his great wings.

A specific stroke of your hand against the coracoid bone has the king breathless and trembling, struggling to keep himself still. More groans rumble deep within his throat as you tug at the insides of his sensitive wings, softly pulling at feathers and teasing the top bones with small licks and nips.

"Dove, let me touch-"

Your hand gives him a firm squeeze, drawing another loud, hoarse moan from him, while watching the drool trickles down the corners of his mouth, dripping down onto his stomach. With your gaze focused on the large throbbing cock in front of you, a soft and warm hand moves to the top of his left wing, only to lightly and agonizingly slowly, drag it down towards the tips of his feathers and the end of his wing. A pearl of cum forms at his tip, resulting in a smirk tugging at your lips. Tongue against teeth, you slip it through your mouth to wet your lips and gently bite down on the top of his wing, eyes remaining on the flushed tip below you.

Time stops for Manwë and he can't even feel himself anymore. Strings of cum shoot out of his large member, and all just from your blissful touches against his wings... It's embarrassing and arousing at the same time, that you have this much power over him by just a few light touches on his wings. He'll get back at you eventually though, and he won't be showing any mercy.

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A/N: This thought came to me, and I knew I had to make it HHHHHHH.