#silm smut

[doodle-pops]

Think You Can Warm Me Up

[Elves and Cockwarming x reader]

Request: What elves do you think would like cock-warming? - anon

A/N: This was a lot of elves to think for since I've added more over the months gone by. Enjoy!!!

Warning: smut, cockwarming

More: Brat Taming

Loves it – sometimes when they’re too busy to have sex with you but you want to feel them, they’ll suggest you sit on their lap, only to feel them raising your body slightly to slide themselves into you. When you lift your hips to move, their hands will be planted firmly on your waist with a stern look on their faces warning you to stay still. They’ll keep their hands on your waist, using it to pull you closer to rest against their chest and hold you down. Some use it for punishment when your bratty side comes out. They’ll rile you up by making out with you, having you grind on them feeling as though you two are about to have sex, but then when you’re about to ride them, they’ll lean in to whisper, “Not so fast love, no moving, sit right there and stay still or I’ll leave you empty. You thought I’d just give in and give you what you wanted, my poor confused little one” Other times, they’d use it to literally warm themselves up. When you two are relaxing as such, they’d throw the suggestion out to you and once you agree, the two of you will just be lounging about with their cock buried in you, staying warm. There are times you’ve fallen asleep with them buried in you. “You feel so warm and tight love, stop shifting so much, just stay still. This feels good, now we can cuddle.”

MAEDHROS, Maglor, CELEBRIMBOR, FINGOLFIN, FINGON, Finarfin, FINROD, AEGNOR, GLORFINDEL, GALDOR, BELEG, Rog, Elrond

Hates it – the first time you suggest the act, they were down to try it, but once you sank your warm hole onto their cock, it was over for them. Their hands would immediately shoot out to grab your waist, urging you to move but you’ll simply push it away and lean into their chest informing them that you’re not supposed to move. “It’s called cockwarming for a reason. Now stay still. Don’t get mad, remember you agreed to this, so sit and enjoy it.” This was absolute torture for them, they couldn’t take it anymore. Knowing that if they moved their hips right then, you’d probably hop off and that wasn’t part of their plan. Waiting till you were settled in and comfortable, with ease, their hands would sneak around your waist holding you firmly to their chest and without any warning, begin thrusting into you. You’d admit that this was not how you planned the session to go but with the way the tip of their cock was brushing against your soft spot, your moans gave it away. Now whenever you suggest it to them, they’d smile at you saying that they’ll behave, only to abuse your heat as soon as you sink down on their cock. The longest they’ve ever lasted was five seconds. “If you really thought I’d sit through all that torture, you’re absolutely wrong. Now be a good girl/boy and enjoy my cock.”

FEANOR, CELEGORM, Curufin, Turgon, ARGON, ANGROD, EGALMOTH, ECTHELION, MAEGLIN, ELLADAN

Mixed feelings – one minute it’s torture for them the other it’s blissful. It just all depends on their mood not so much yours. If they’re tired and just want to be warmed or you want to feel them, they’d let you go ahead without interrupting you. They’d simply wrap their arms around you and pull you in closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead and drifting off to sleep. Other times it’s when they’re busy doing paperwork and could do with a little relief. Letting you sit on their lap with the table hiding their cock buried deep in your heat, they’d let you lean into them so they could continue their work. “This feels good, didn’t think I’d be needing this, but after I’m finished here, I’d bend you over this table for a good fuck, hmm.” When you’re teasing them all day and acting up and then decide it’s time to kick it up a notch by making them feel you were about to ride them after your tedious torture only to sit still on their cock, now you’re just asking for it. They’d be grinding their teeth the entire time when you tell them not to move while pretending to do something important, informing them that when you’re finished then you two can go at it, they’re not going to listen, not when you were suffocating their cock. They wouldn’t care at that point, so say goodbye to whatever it was that you were doing. “Don’t you think this is a little too much love, don’t you think this has gone on for too long because I think so as well. How about we change that by having me fuck you, now.”

Maedhros, MAGLOR, CARANTHIR, Amrod, Fingolfin, FINGON, TURGON, FINARFIN, Finrod, AEGNOR, Glorfindel, GALDOR, Egalmoth, ROG, ERESTOR

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[cilil]

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝒾𝓇𝓈

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

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

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

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

Mairon

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

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

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

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

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

"Do you think you can take it?" 

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

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

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

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

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

Gothmog

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

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

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

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

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eönwë

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

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

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

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

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

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

"I want you," he breathes. 

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

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

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

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

You surrender. 

Tilion

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

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

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

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

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

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

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

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

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

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

Ossë

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

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

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

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

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

marilla (Quenya) - pearl

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[silmsmutweek]

A fandom event celebrating sexually explicit fanworks based on the The Silmarillion.

October 1 to 7, 2023 (Sunday to Saturday)

The aim of Silm Smut Week is to foster a positive, inclusive, and fun culture around the creation and enjoyment of smut, porn, and erotica. 

Entirely optional daily themes and prompts coming soon!

How to Participate

Create something that narrates, depicts, or considers sexual activity involving the characters of the Silmarillion.

Post it on Tumblr and/or add it to the AO3 Collection and mention this blog (@silmsmutweek) and tag #silmsmutweek. 

We will reblog posts daily. 

If you do not see your post reblogged after 24 hours, please send us an ask or DM mods @polutrope or @ettelene. Please! You are not annoying us. 

The themes and prompts for each day are just suggestions. You can post anything any day of the week and we will reblog it.

Late submissions for the event are welcome and we will try to reblog those as well but cannot guarantee that we will. 

Engage with other creators! Enjoy their works!

All genres, tropes, and kinks are welcome: porn without plot, porn with plot; fluff, humour, angst, dark; slash, het, femslash, poly, solo; canon-compliant, alternate universe; reader insert, incest, etc. And, of course, every imaginable kink. 

All forms of creative engagement with the Silmarillion and the Silmarillion fandom are welcome: writing, visual art, meta/analysis, headcanons, playlists, music, video, podfics, cosplay, etc.

[kiatheinsomniac]

(not me being so quick to send a request, i cannot sleep right now) hi, kia! ꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ u know i had to kindly send in a request for my little meow meow — so, imagine: melkor’s vala!lover feeling his cold fingers touching her soft skin as he presses his lips on hers while she sleeps, which leads to both of them, you know, fucking ∗´ര ༝ ര`∗ and, well, melkor feeling his heart flutter and soar when he hears her whiny confession about how she loves him very much as she cums so prettily around him ˶•~•˶ i am soft, and if you do write it, tysm! take care! —🕊️

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You had been stirred awake by cold lips pressed to your mouth and even colder fingers skimming across your exposed body. Oddly enough, one of your first thoughts upon waking was one that you had regularly: it was so very ironic for permanently burnt, blackened hands to be so cold – a part of you expected them to always hold the searing heat of the glittering jewels that had forever deformed them. 

A sleepy moan slipped past your lips and was quickly swallowed by his mouth as you groggily reached up to cup his face in your hands, feeling the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones like the faces of the harsh mountains surrounding his home, your home. It wasn’t unusual for him to wake you like this and so, when the two of you finally pulled away, you brushed his hair back gently, tucking those sheets of midnight silk behind his pointed ears as you gazed up at him. 

Your eyes were so beautiful to Melkor, especially when you gazed up at him like this. Your eyes were big, bright, kind and he could spend eternity wandering their depths. 

“What’s wrong, hm?” You murmured as you leaned up just enough to peck the corner of his mouth. “You’re tense…” You pulled him down and turned your body so that his face was against your chest, your arms wrapping around him to play with his hair and slightly scratch your nails over his shoulder blades. 

“It’s just been a long day of commanding production in the forges… We lost a lot of orcs in the last battle and now the armoury workers are falling behind. We cannot arrange a counter attack without the necessary provisions…” There was an edge to his voice by the end of his answer and you simply dipped your head down to press a kiss to his hairline before pulling him in tighter, wishing to soothe him with your embrace and grant him a break from the stresses of being the Dark Lord. You softly shushed him as you steadied out your breathing in the hopes that he would mirror you and relax some. 

“Well you can worry about that in the morning, it’ll do you no good to keep on stressing in your own time now.” You assured him, “You’re an excellent leader and you have a brilliant lieutenant helping you out too… everything will be fine, dearest.” You assured him and were met with a groan in reply that you knew would be followed by a list of reasons as to why he was sure everything would not be fine. So, to curb said list of reasons, you distracted your lover with one of the best ways that you knew how. 

Your hand on the back of his head that had been threading through his hair now pushed his face into your chest, your boobs pressed together with how you were laying on your side and any protest that he might have had was shut up when anything he tried to say was muffled within your cleavage. However he showed no signs of retaliation and instead wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer, tangling your legs as he let out a content moan into the plush skin of your breasts. 

“Because there are better ways to spend your time than fretting, aren’t there?” You suggested with a seductive lilt to your tone and Melkor, in turn, squeezed you before you felt his lips begin to trail open-mouthed kisses across your plush flesh. You simply let out a pleased hum and buried your face in his hair as little shivers danced through your body to the sensation of his intimacy. You held him even closer and could feel the rumble of his laugh and some muffled words before you eased up your hold just a bit. 

You were rolled onto your back, your nightshirt bunched up in his large hands and pushed to just beneath your breasts as his lips pressed earnestly to your sternum. 

“And I suppose that smothering me is the better pastime?” He mused, pale grey eyes rolling up to meet your gaze. 

“You didn’t seem too opposed.” You teased back and you could feel the curved smile upon his mouth as he kissed down your body, hands cupping your hips to coax you to lift them. 

“Hm… I think I’d rather be smothered elsewhere right now…” Your hands flew down to tangle in his silken tresses when his mouth made its way between your legs and he wasted no time in lapping at your arousal as though it were a delicacy. He ate you like a man savouring the sweetest dessert right up until you felt yourself on the cusp on an orgasm and you pushed him away by the shoulder with a shaky palm. 

“No, want…” Your chest rose and fell rapidly with your panted breaths as you tried to take in a breath deep enough to get your words out, “Want to come with you ‘nside me.” He let out a moan at your words, a proud smile on his slick-coated lips before he made a show of licking them clean. 

His arm hooked beneath the arch of your spine to tug your body closer to his in one swift motion so that your chest was pressed to his and the sensation of your plush breasts pressed against him only sent heat further pooling beneath his belt that he was pulling open in impatient, jerky motions. 

He wasted little time in sinking into you, slowly, observant of your facial expressions to ensure that he wasn’t hurting you. Melkor knew how to hit all of your sweet spots and so he wasted no time in grinding into your mushy cunt, repeatedly rubbing against a place that had you wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to your body with your arms looping around his neck as your back arched up to press your chest against his. 

“There you are, pretty…” He cooed once he heard the sweet moans you were muffling against his neck. You whined as he pulled out right to the swollen tip of his cock before crying out as he suddenly plunged right back into you. He then set up a slow but hard pace, groaning and sighing at the pleasurable sting of your nails in his back. 

You let out the sweetest noises as his hands on your waist slid down to your hips, pausing briefly to squeeze them, before wandering further down to your thighs. He squeezed your soft flesh as though you were a being to be revered by all. You soon found your knees nearly on either side of your head and your head fell back against the bed as he could now reach even deeper into you and as you were still completely waking up, all you could think of was just how full you felt. 

“M’kor…” You stuttered out his name between quick, panted breaths and increasing moans, one of your hands on his back gliding over his shoulder and to his jaw which you cupped in your palm, fingers tangled in his midnight hair so that you could pull him down into a messy kiss. “So good… so good to me.” He muffled a moan against your neck as your pussy squeezed around him tighter but you didn’t allow him to keep his noises quiet like that, instead swallowing all of his moans with desperate, clumsy kisses as your body seemed to tense up with the coil in your abdomen that was on the very verge of snapping. “Love you… I love you, I love you so much!” You rambled out as you came around his cock, keeping your legs locked around him so that he couldn’t pull out of you as his hips continued to piston against your in wet paps, your arousal and orgasm now slicking his abdomen. Oh how you made his hardened heart flutter when you said such sweet things while he pounded your little cunt. 

You clung to him as though your life depended on it, fingers tugging on his hair as you felt the warmth of his load spilling into you, your legs trembling at the small rolls of his hips as he began to grind into your cum-filled cunt. The two of you were panting as he collapsed onto your body, peppering your neck in kisses as you buried your face in his dark hair, holding him close to your body. 

After a few minutes of silence, you were the first to speak up: “Feeling better?” 

“Much, my love.” He breathed out, resting his head upon your chest, “I love you.” He melted further into you at the sensation of your fingers gently detangling his hair, running over his scalp, “Oh, I love you…” 

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[lovefairymina]

Y/N approaches Glorfindel as he sits on an armchair by a fire in the library.

“Y/N, you’re wearing a dress. What is the cause of such a rare occasion?” Glorfindel chuckles.

“Oh, I’ve found they have certain benefits.” Y/N smirks, straddling his large lap. Taking one of his strong hands she looks into his eyes and places it under her dress.

His eyes darken as he feels she is not wearing anything under her dress and can feel just how wet she is.

“You have a knack for being bold and tempting all at the same time, my dear,” he growled as his entire palm cupped you, while his fingers swirled slowly around your sensitive nub. His breath bathed your neck, awakening a swarm of goosebumps and earning him a loud moan, urging him to slip a finger in.

[marimosalad]

I heard it was Silvergifting Week 🔥💍🎁

(There is a Saurondriel aspect to this drawing… more to come 🌶️ )

[furious-haste-of-malice]

❝ "Come, Mulkhêrînim, and do not be shy. The Elf-prince is yours to use tonight, for this is how the Lord rewards his loyal subjects." ❞

⊱ Prompt: Pillory/stocks, free use ⊱ Pairing: Númenórean cultists x Maglor, Mairon ⊱ Synopsis: Mairon captures Maglor and brings him to the Temple of Melkor as a gift to his loyal followers. ⊱ Featuring: The Cult of Melkor is also a deranged sex cult now because Mairon said so, references to past Angbang ⊱ Warnings: Non-con, ritualistic gang rape, sadism & voyeurism (on Mairon's part in particular), the prompts by themselves

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Another one for @tolkienpinupcalendar's Dead Dove December; we're nearing the end (one more regular chapter that I have already written plus a bonus fic I'm currently working on).

Mulkhêrînim - (Adûnaic) - Children of Melkor. Thought it would be a lovely way for Mairon to address them like that as an ultimate affront against Eru. Translation by me with the help of this dictionary (because in the Tolkien fandom even the nasty porn needs linguistics!)

"I have a special gift for you today, oh faithful Mulkhêrînim." 

His loyal cultists mumbled among themselves when Mairon presented them with the exquisite treat he had captured. 

At first glance, it appeared to be yet another captive, like the innumerable amount he had caught in the service of his lord – a dark-haired man, albeit handsome by incarnate standards, was kneeling on the dais in front of the altar, his head and hands secured by a hastily erected pillory, naked save for a flimsy loin cloth. 

The more perceptive among Mairon's followers, however, had already noticed what made this one special: The pair of pointed ears sticking out from the mess that was his hair, almost defiantly announcing his identity as one of Ilúvatar's immortal children. 

"Is that an Elf?" one of the cultists gasped, pointing at the helpless prisoner. 

"Indeed it is, very good," Mairon purred and stood next to the Elf in question to almost tenderly pull his hair out of the way to show them off. "But not any Elf; I have captured one of royal blood." 

The whispering among his followers intensified, and he savoured the tension before the anxiously awaited revelation. 

"Meet Prince Makalaurë, also known as Maglor, the last living son of Fëanor!"

Laughing and jeering erupted from the crowd, their faces changing from curious to ravenous within seconds. Maglor, however, remained quiet, merely pressing his lips together and hardening his gaze. 

I suppose his dear brother told him what happens to those who talk back, Mairon thought with a pleased smirk. 

"Our minstrel's lonely wanderings have finally come to an end, so that he may grace us with his presence instead," he declared with a grand gesture, smugness bleeding into his tone like black ink dripping into water. 

"Will he be a sacrifice to the Lord?" a younger cultist asked. 

Mairon laughed. Oh, Melkor would be delighted to witness this scene; he could practically hear his gleeful laughter echoing through the temple from beyond the circles of the world, could see his eyes gleaming with dark amusement, could feel his joy – but he swiftly tore himself away from his memories and imagination, lest he be distracted for too long. 

"Perhaps he will be in time," he drawled, "though for now he shall serve you." 

His mortal followers, while loyal and so very eager to attain the immortality he had promised, didn't seem to grasp the meaning of his words, looking up at him expectantly. None had the courage to ask. Mairon suppressed a sigh of exasperation and the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose and stepped aside so they could properly admire Maglor's scantily clad form.

"Have you never dreamed of getting a taste of what we will conquer? Of enjoying the pleasures of immortal flesh?" He chuckled. "Such rare blood is too precious to spill with haste, would you not agree? After all..." 

In one swift movement, Mairon raked his claw-like golden nails down Maglor's back, drawing blood and eliciting a piercing scream. 

"He has such a beautiful voice, for which he is renowned to this day. What a waste it would be to not enjoy his illustrious company..." 

Murmurs of agreement rose within the crowd, and a few cultists came closer, looking up at their high priest as they waited for permission. Mairon stepped back to make space for his followers and beckoned them with an elegant wave of his hands, causing the golden bangles on his arm to clink and tinkle. 

"Come, Mulkhêrînim, and do not be shy. The Elf-prince is yours to use tonight, for this is how the Lord rewards his loyal subjects." 

A heady mix of lust and greed filled the room, and he inhaled it eagerly, a warm shudder going through him. He was going to enjoy this spectacle greatly. 

Had he caught any other Elf, he would have to be worried that their fëa would all too soon flee to Mandos, unable to endure such violation, but the Fëanorion's ill-fated oath would keep him chained to his hröa. 

Robes billowing behind him as if moved by an unseen tempest of malice, Mairon strutted around the altar and leapt onto the lap of Melkor's statue with feline grace, taking a seat like a king would sit on a throne. 

"Do you see that, precious? Almost like home," he whispered to the statue and pressed a reverent kiss onto the cold marble hand, exactly where his ring would have been. 

Maglor didn't scream when his loin cloth was torn off him, nor when greedy hands explored his body and fondled him like a common whore. He didn't grace his captors with any pleas or protests. Only when one cultist knelt behind him and forced his cock inside, he finally cried out. 

Mairon smiled. Awaken their lust, and they are reduced to mere animals, as you taught me yourself. 

The scene unfolding in front of him was chaotic, erratic and filthy, just like Melkor would have loved it. The Man's coupling with their Elven captive was frenzied and hasty, gripping his hips with his knuckles white, chasing his pleasure. Maglor himself was soon silenced – in spite of his wonderful voice and the lovely sound of his screams – by another cultist forcing his mouth open to shove his cock down his throat.

"Let's see what else he can do with that talented tongue of his," another commented on the act, followed by raucous laughter. 

Mairon considered chastising them for not appreciating the beauty of a voice trembling with pain and despair, but instead kept a serene expression as if it had been an amusing statement. He couldn't quite fault them for it; after all, mortals were ever so impatient, and their new toy had many of them to satisfy. 

Whenever one finished inside of him, another would take their place. A young initiate was sent to retrieve some oil for additional lubrication and returned with a pitcher containing the very same sacred oil that was used in their ritual sacrifices – another thing too entertaining to be irked by, and thus Mairon remained silent, smiling and nodding along whenever one of his followers looked up at him for encouragement. 

"Let us see if they can break him, precious," he whispered to the statue. 

Maglor's head hung low whenever no one held it in place, though he had little room to move. The pillory kept him upright even as knees gave in, and seed had begun leaking out of him and down his thighs. Mairon was delighted to see droplets of red marring creamy white and caught the distinct scent of blood. Still, it didn't stop his followers from using their new toy like wild beasts mounting one another during mating season. Some also opted to help themselves before or after their turn, spilling onto whichever part of Maglor they could reach. 

Mairon hadn't paid attention to the passage of time, but he estimated a few hours had passed when they were finally done with the Noldorin prince, readjusting their robes and withdrawing from him while glancing up at their master. Abandoning his comfortable seat on the statue – though most unwillingly – he stepped closer to survey the results. 

Despite no longer being gagged, Maglor was eerily silent. His entire form was stained with viscous white, his face in particular, his lips were swollen, his legs trembling, his hole loose and leaking. 

Mairon graced his followers with a bright, pleased smile as if they had done him a great kindness and placed his fingertips together. 

"Well done, Mulkhêrînim. Our Lord shall look down upon you with benevolence and grant his favour to those who stand against his enemies." 

Maglor let out a small snort, yet the spark of rebellion was short-lived when Mairon backhanded him across the face with graceful elegance that belied the force of his blow. 

"Now take our guest to the King's dungeons and make accommodations worthy of a prince." 

The sweet smile on his face then twisted, showing sharp teeth, and his voice darkened as he added, "And make sure he cannot escape, lest you wish to invoke our Lord's wrath." 

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[elficially-done-with-life]

Needing Your Touch

Pairing: Celegorm x fem!reader

Warnings: sexual content

Summary: Reader is horny and seeks help from her husband Celegorm, who is only to happy to help.

A/N: I totally forgot that I had wrote this. I actually had this finished a few days ago but for some reason I forgot to publish it and just found it again in my drafts. I hope you enjoy!

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You had been looking forward to finally returning to your rooms and seeing your husband Celegorm all day.

The two of you had been together for many years and you knew that he would be only too happy to help you solve your current problem.

Because all day long there was only one thing you wanted to feel and that was Celegorm deep inside you. All the time you had imagined how his hands felt on your skin and had remembered the taste of his lips.

You knew from experience that Celegorm would never say no when it came to making love to you. He was actually almost always aroused, which is why his hands often wandered while you were out or just cuddling. A glance from you was usually enough for him to withdraw his hands and realise that you weren't in the mood. But if you were, he was more than happy to drag you to the next best place and lose himself in your body.

Rarely were you the one to seek him out for something like this, but you knew it turned him on more than anything else.

Carefully, you opened the door to your shared room. Celegorm was sitting by the window reading a letter, presumably from one of his brothers, when his eyes landed on you. He immediately tossed the letter aside casually and came over to you.

Celegorm placed his large hands on your hips and gave you a firm kiss on the lips. "Well, how was- "

But he didn't get any further because you had your arms wrapped around him and pressed yourself more tightly against him, which was unusual from you.

Normally you would stay together while he asked you about your day and then you would either go for a walk or cuddle until you fell asleep.

You pressed your body tightly against his and breathed in his scent. Celegorm's scent was incredibly soothing to you.

"Celegorm, I- "

"What do you need?" he asked and his grip on your hips tightened.

"You." you whispered, and it took nothing more for Celegrom to understand.

Celegrom's hands moved slowly, exploring every inch of your body. He lingered on your curves and ignited a spark of desire in you.

With gentle fingers, he opened your blouse, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. You gasped softly as his lips brushed the soft skin of your neck.

His hands slowly moved to the long skirt you were wearing and tugged at it until it slipped down over your hips, pulling your pants down with it.

Finally feeling Celegorm's hands on you was the most wonderful thing ever. After waiting all day to feel his touch, the time had finally come. Your heart was beating wildly.

Celegorm's hands gripped your bare ass and pulled you tighter against him, whispering in your ear: "Will you be good for me tonight?"

You let out a whimper and Celegorm let out a soft laugh.

"Do you want me to fill you?" he asked and his lips found yours again. You nodded vigorously.

"You have to say it." he whispered against your lips.

"Use me! As much as you want! Tonight I am all yours, my dear Celegorm," you whimpered.

A mischievous grin spread across Celegorm's face. He let go of your bottom, only to use his hands to push you onto the bed.

You felt yourself getting even more wet in between your legs. You wanted him so much that you felt almost nothing but your lust and love for him.

Celegorm put his hands on your knees to spread your legs wide. One of his hands travelled down to your clit and he grinned. "And all this just for me, my sweet?"

But he didn't wait for an answer, instead he slowly lowered his body onto yours so that his whole body was covering yours and his hard lenght pressed against the underside of your belly.

When you felt how hard he was already, you let out a soft moan. You needed him inside of you, now.

Celegorm leaned down, his lips finding yours in a searing kiss.

After a while he broke the kiss, trailing kisses down your neck and chest. His lips grazed your nipples, causing them to harden under his touch. You arched your back, pressing your breasts against his face.

Reaching down to your aching core, Celegorm spread your wetness with his fingers. You whimpered softly, your walls clenching in excitement. He chuckled, savoring your reaction.

Slowly, he inserted one finger into your wetness, his thumb caressing your clit. You gasped, overwhelmed with pleasure, which made him push his finger even deeper into you.

His eyes found yours and the fire that you saw in them gave you goose bumps.

The combination of his fingers and his thumb made your body trembling with need, your hips bucking against his hand. Your moans echoed in the room, begging him for more.

You wanted more after only thinking about his touch all day.

As your pleasure mounted, Celegorm added another finger, stretching you further. You felt your walls fluttering, on the verge of release. The intensity of your arousal was overwhelming, but still you craved more.

Celegorm pulled his fingers out again with a popping sound and manoeuvred himself between your legs. He rested his hands on both sides of your head.

Then Celegorm's manhood pressed against your entrance, teasing you with its anticipation. You whimpered, desperate for him to enter you. He didn't waste anymore time. He licked his lips and slowly pushed forward, filling you completely with one swift move.

The feeling of him inside of you, stretching you and filling you, was indescribable. No matter how often you made love, the feeling of him inside you was always overwhelmingly good.

Every movement he made inside of you sent sparks of pleasure through your body. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back, urging him to go faster.

He thrusted into you, his movements fast like they almost always were. But his eyes were constantly searching yours and you knew that at the first sign of discomfort he would slow down and soften his movements.

But you didn't want him to slow down.

The bed creaked beneath your weight and your moans grew louder, your breathing becoming more frantic.

Your orgasm washed over you suddenly, letting your body go limp. Your moans continued as Celegorm continued to thrust into you until he reached his own climax.

Celegorm carefully lowered himself onto you and wrapped his arms tightly around you. Your foreheads touched, your breath mingling. You gazed into each other's eyes.

"You were wonderful." he whispered softly against your lips and kissed you gently.

You smiled slightly. "Thank you. I feel much better already."

Celegorm smiled and winked. "You know if there is one thing I can really help you with, it is that."

You both laughed briefly, then Celegorm stroked your hair gently and whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too," you whispered back as you put your hands on his cheeks and looked at him lovingly.

"What do you think of a warm bath? And then I could show you a new plant I discovered in the forest?" Celegorm suggested after you had spent a few minutes just enjoying the warmth of each other and inhaling each other's scent.

You nudged his nose with yours. "Sounds fantastic."

[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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Sweet joy sweetly met

Elenwë/Turgon | @silmsmutweek. E-rated. Here on AO3. Prompts: established relationship, tenderness, public/unlikely places.

She comes back to life hungry, blinking against the light, amazed and impatient for her sight to clear. 

The wind was a marvel. Chasing the turn of the breeze she danced, turned around, and around, dancing a tuneless circle waltz, hands upheld to grasp at the green brightness of the rustling leaves, the impossible blue of the sky. 

And there he was, very near. Tall and steadfast like the trees she saw him to be, his feet bare and already grounded deeply into the soil. His half-blind eyes were not turned towards the world, but to her only. 

He was hesitating - she knew it even before she could see him. They stumbled towards the sound of close breathing, eager, and fell upon each other with greedy joy, dizzy with want. 

His breathing stuttered. She pressed her palm to his mouth, marvelling at the sound it produced, the soft and living warmth of his lips. Hungry, hungry all the way through, she leant up and kissed him, to see if she could make him sigh as sweetly again.

Every touch was the first, the very first their skin had known; not quite the skin of the bodies so longed for in Mandos.

Together, they learned themselves anew. She ran her hands through the darkness of his hair, startling against her wavering sight - pressed her nose to the curve of his ribs, the underside of his arms. Sighed in unison with him, at the delicious thrill of raised hairs and curling toes.

He marvelled for his part at the curve of her hips, the lush roundness of her neck, her dimpled back, her thick wrists. The song of life’s blood, clear and loud and rushing strong with desire under his ear, made his eyes sting, his shoulders quake. 

How they clambered over each other! A memory older than her flesh guided her to rub her thighs once, and then again. Her legs were wet with slick, her breasts aching when she lifted her hands to soothe them - she threw her new arms around his neck, drew him near, laughed her way back to life.

The brightness of the world was a wild startlement, the gentleness of touch and warm air a joy beyond expectation; the smell of green things and rain and dark earth half-frightening and entirely delicious to the senses. Every glancing fingertip set their nerves alight, almost too much to bear.

They strived to touch regardless, the body a fumbling, graceless reflection of the bright spirits entwined with each other as they settled back into the free realms of Arda.

She set a hand boldly upon his chest, claiming that strong heart for herself; he kissed the first sweat from her temples and her stomach and the crease between her tights.

 Their spirits, which had wandered in search of each other in the dark of Námo’s Halls, had not ceased to call to each other as they had in the dire, voiceless vigil of the dead. Now, given form once, they set to learning each other as they learned to put their seeking calls into sound with the instruments of their bodies. Bereft of language, they made of their sighs and cries a new dialect, the truest language they would come to know all the rest of their lives.

She, Elenwë, threw back her head and called out, making her throat thrum for the joy of it, twisting to meet his fingers where they pressed into her. “You! You were the one I waited for. I sought you out endlessly, amidst the snow and the uttermost dark, and through shadows darker still - I recall, I remember -” 

"You," cried Turgon, made anew by being known by her. Tears came into his eyes, the first of this life, and they were sweet to shed, swift to be kissed away. "Beloved, beloved."

Elenwë laughed, rolled her hips, pulled him in ever closer. It was not the old love that raised her hand and touched his cheek - love came into life quick and fierce and soft, and it made little difference whether it had existed between them once already.

The wind rustled over them, lifting strands of hair, making them move together for warmth, and then move again and again with the discovery of friction. There by the Doors of Death, where the fey silver gleam of the grass moved restlessly with the wind, they fell tumbling together, happy prisoners in each other's arms.

They were wed in the fields before Mandos' abode, Turgon of the Noldor and Elenwë, bound in love under the sun and under the moon for the first time; and were not parted again for the many long ages of Arda.

[pursuitseternal]

“Worthy” or not, Fëanor, King of the Noldor, bids you read this update to “Reduced to Ash:”

Chapter Three Summary: Fëanor takes Artanis. And then takes her as wife, as queen…

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Fëanor x Artanis | Explicit | 5K Ch

CW: NSFW, infidelity (explained away…), oh and what’s the last one… oh yeah Incest.

The sound from his throat, I shall never forget it. Like a ravenous wolf, maw deep in his meal. A growl, a groan that shook in my veins as he threw his head back. Ten fingers wove into my hair, clutching near my temples as he gave his cock the smallest thrust inside my mouth. Instantly, he repeated the movement over my tongue and between my lips, and I could feel that aching wet between my legs leaking. More and more followed to drench my thighs with each thrust. Instinct took the reins of my thought, and I closed my lips tightly around him as much as I could, dragging my tongue along the slight groove, the underside of his cock sliding over it with deliberate strength.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice like gravel, harsh and sharper than a blade. My eyes instantly obeyed, meeting his half-lidded eyes, glossed over in his pleasure and blue so bright, it would have stolen my breath if I could have taken one from around his massive cock in my mouth. “So beautiful,” he rasped as he thrust, controlling my head as his cock delved deeper down my throat. I gagged, coughing as he poured out praise with each shove over my tongue. “Radiant…. Sharp… Brilliant…”

His movements grew erratic, and only once I began to taste something new and bitter on my tongue did he free me from his waist.

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[doodle-pops]

Kiss It Better

Elrond x reader

Kinktober 2023: Aphrodisiacs

Warnings: fem!reader, aphrodisiac, rough sex, marathon sex, manhandling, semi-public sex, Elrond being a tease

Words: 4.3k

Synopsis: When Elrond mistakenly adds aphrodisiacs to your sleep–inducing tea, your quest for a peaceful night’s rest takes an unexpected turn. Elrond, being understanding and patient, comes to your aid, ensuring you find the sleep you were looking for through rare methods.

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“Oh dear!” Staring at the empty contents of the supposed bottle of wormwood powder and then lifting the actually clear glass of wormwood, Elrond’s tongue kissed his teeth at the accident he caused. A first–time mishap and on a grand scale, he was sure how the effects of the mistakenly emptied contents of what should have been wormwood, but accidentally giving lavender in a copious amount, would have. You were sitting impatiently, twirling around on his stool, complaining about feeling overly feverish and sensitive. To make matters better, it was approximately eight minutes since you drank the concoction he stirred up a storm to create.

There wasn’t much the healer could do aside from staring at the bottle, defeated before silently placing the empty jar onto the shelf and stepping away with concern in his eyes. Those brown eyes darted everywhere else to inspect for any other mistaken bottles of herbs and powders he may have accidentally mixed into the tea for your lethargy. His hands moved at the same rate his eyes followed, falling on every surface of empty bottles and out–of–place containers. Even the opened books were not spared from his investigation, should he have unknowingly flipped to the wrong page, he might as well consider.

“This,” he sighed as he reached for another jar he was sure of using, this time labelled incorrectly once he smelt the contents within and became aware of it being another floral powder, “will get me into trouble once the higher effects begin to kick in. Though, it should have begun…” His eyes trailed off the half–filled jar to rush towards the page where the instructions lay before him. For a second, just a second, Elrond was almost certain that the universe was playing tricks on his brain as he decoded the measurements written on the page.

Two teaspoons

One teaspoon

Two and half teaspoon

One tablespoon…

“Lord Elrond…” Your voice echoed annoyingly from the outer room as your temperature began to increase and the sensation of having clothes covering your body became irritating. You were confused about the effects of what his homey remedy for lethargy was giving off, far different from the usual teas you consumed within the past year. Now, fanning your face and neck while giving aggravated tugs to your dress, you whined to him once more. “Lord Elrond, please, what is happening?”

With a pregnant pause, his head cocked to the side and his ear flicked at the change in your tone, you were already under the fire. Deciding that it was wiser to keep the truth about his mistake under the radar, Elrond whisked himself out of the storeroom and into his office where he came across you dabbing a cloth dipped in the bowl of cooling waters along your neck. Regardless, the action appeared more provocative than intended as you ran the material along your elongated neck and parted your lips to release a long, quiet groan. Your ability to distinguish decorum with the flames building intensely within was absentminded. There was no time to stop and become self–aware of the performance you were putting on due to his slip–up.

Elrond on the other hand was unsure if to continue standing silently in the doorway and observe how far your actions would take you or snap you out of it and treat the issue. Shifting on his feet and taking a deep gulp as you wrung the cloth and allowed droplets of water to fall against your skin to provide coolness, your eyes opened and caught him staring with a jar in hand and his eyes honed on your confrontational display. “Lord Elrond,” you called out nonchalantly as though you were not lacking decorum, “what is happening to me? I thought you gave me a tea for my tiredness?”

Scepticism flooded his expression as he attempted to avoid your gaze, solely due to the siren look you threw and the disappointment of informing you of his blunder as a healer. Walking into the room, he stepped around the opposite side of the table and away from you to place the bottle of lavender at the centre. His palms were faced down and his head hung with his lips twisting, thinking of every possible solution and answer to return. “It…It would appear that—”

No, he couldn’t say that.

Cautiously rounding the table while his fingers trailed along the edge, he turned his focus to you as he approached you from your side and came to stand beside you. Wordlessly, he gingerly pried the cloth out your fingers, careful not to touch your skin and dabbed it across your forehead, making notes of your slight shivering and increased arousal. This was the bare minimal interaction with a cloth hindering skin–to–skin contact and you were already affected. Swiftly dipping the cloth into the bowl of cool water, he continued to dab at your forehead and the rest of your face, doing his best to avoid your neck to entice any behaviour.

His lips were pursed as he remained steadfast on applying the first step into solving your crisis, brown eyes following the motion of his hands until you began sighing too frequently. His eyes fell upon the bob of your throat and the parting of your lips the moment you shut your eyes to focus on the lingering sensation of his touch. It was then he decided it was a wrong idea to become close and personal to treat you.

“This is clearly a terrible idea,” he muttered, taking a step backwards and pondering on how to properly assess you.

“Elrond, forgive me, Lord Elrond,” you corrected and hopped off the stand to step forward, crossing the gap in three strides, “please just tell me what is happening and why does my body feel this…way.” At the end of your words, you began twitching, majorly at the junction where your thighs met your pelvis. The growing ache between your legs provoked you to squeeze your thighs together and shift from left to right.

Worry befell his eyes, and he bit the inside of his mouth at the progress of actions. “Alright, you need to sit and remain still, and refrain from touching me,” he ordered, frustratingly.

“Touching you?” You frowned and took three steps backwards to meet the stool.

Building a storm within the clustered spacing of his office, Elrond rapidly answered as he reached for a clean mortar and pestle, “Yes, no touching me because you might get the urge to do something like that to sedate the pain.” Having placed the instruments on the table not too far away, he placed his hands on his hips and turned to cast a worrisome look. “I made the wrong tea due to…mislabelling. I picked up the incorrect ingredients and gave you aphrodisiacs in extremely large doses.” His voice had shrunk at the end of his confession knowing fully well that you would blow a fuse.

“What?!” you shrieked. “Elrond, are you serious? I’m trying to gain hours sleeping, not sleeping around.”

He couldn’t help but find your statement to be entirely humorous as it slipped out and released a muted chuckle, hidden by the dipping of his head. “I apologise, the fault is entirely my own,” he clarified with a clearing of his throat. “However, if you can only sit still and allow me to cure it, you’ll soon be on your way to sleep.”

“And exactly how are you planning on curing this? Because to my unfortunate knowledge, somebody gave me aphrodisiacs in large quantities and claimed it was a new sleeping tea. Perhaps it wasn’t an accident and done on purpose. No wonder why I felt odd the minute I drank it,” you muttered with apprehension and cast a side eye at him. To blame Elrond was entirely not you and only the herbs taking its toll on your frustration. All in the act of attempting to have its purpose served.

Unaware of this being an effect, conversely, Elrond grew tired of your antics and snapped with fury in his voice, laced with weariness and concernment. “And I believe you have a way of solving this problem with all your complaining?” he challenged and slammed the mortar upon the table. “You seem to doubt my ability to remove the issue.”

“Of course, I do, especially when you appear as equally as weary as myself, I have every right to question your capabilities as a healer!” you reacted, shooting from your seat and standing beside him, shoulder to shoulder. “If you were the healer you claimed to be then I would not be in this situation—”

“Your pupils have dilated tremendously,” he whispered, causing his warm breath to fan your face prompting you to lean in closer unconsciously.

“So what?” you replied.

“And your pulse is becoming erratic,” he added, becoming aware of the proximity of your body.

“Let it—I don’t mind if it goes a bit high when I’m around you.” Fingers crawling up his arm, you kept eye contact with his gorgeous brown eyes and inched yourself closer until you wedged yourself in the gap between him and the table. Bodies pressing against each other, driving you insane, you reached out to hold him closer in an attempt to step away. Albeit, he wasn’t attempting to distance himself from your close–body figure, pressing against him.

“You’re thinking too much, Elrond,” your voice seduced while your finger reached his chin to tug it forward, mending the gap. “Just admit this was all a part of your plan and you desired me as much as I do. Just imagine,” you began, standing on your toes and placing your lips beside his ear, “how good it would feel to release all your tension in me. When was the last time you had a good time?”

“Y/N, think about this carefully,” he cautioned lowly, body shuddering when your lips kissed his earlobe and knowing that sense had disappeared the minute you consumed the tea. It was only a futile and last–resort attempt.

“Picture it Elrond,” you taunted and took his hand to wrap around your waist. “Us naked and entangled while you satisfy both our needs. Just think of how good you’ll fuck me.”

You proved the power and potency of the herbs and flowers was displayed by the rush of his arms instantly knocking all the parchment and instruments off in haste and hoisting you on the table. Tugging at your leggings and knickers until they were flung across the room, your bare legs met the cold air and his fingers. You trembled under his touch, your chest heaving and sweat building as the erraticism of your pulse escalated immensely, you cried out for him to get on with the show and stop teasing. You wanted to feel his body against yours without clothes hindering the sensation.

Reaching your hands out, they haphazardly yanked at his apparel and flung each piece across the room without care and concern. Your fingers desired the need to touch his skin and have the warmth of it pressing against yours to cool the raging fire crawling like molten lava across your skin. Inch by inch it sluggishly trailed, engulfing your entire body into flames while he stood there leaving you to take care of the matter on your own. The cruelty behind his reclusive actions, palms against the tabletop and standing between your legs while he breathed in your air and left you to undress him and then yourself increased the ache between your legs. Whining his name and frowning at him for provocation failed, for all he did was stand there with his brown eyes locked upon your pouting expression.

“You want me to assist you, don’t you?” he lowly chuckled, turning on the heat. “In fact, you need me to assist you.”

“Elrond, please don’t tease me any longer,” you wailed, tugging on the neckline of his shirt to bring his lips a little closer to meet yours, only to have him pull away at the last minute. “Just…Just fix it!”

“And here I thought you said I was incapable of such,” he corrected as his right hand slid up your back to meet the laces and give the bow a tug, unravelling it. With his thumb and forefinger gripping the end of the lace, he continued to unravel it until the bow was undone, leaving the rest of the intricate lacing to loosen. Straightening his posture and left standing in his leggings and shirt, he pulled you upright to unravel the tightness of the lacing and loosen the upper portion of your dress to allow his skilful fingers to peel it off artfully slowly.

The entire time, your hands were frozen on the buttons of his shirt and your eyes focused on the sleeves of your dress being tugged down your arm until they were caught at your elbow. The palpations of your chest could be heard and figured out by Elrond through the flustered expression you cast and the build–up of perspiration. The stickiness coating your skin, Elrond’s fingers swiped against it as he tugged at the front of the dress, prying your cleavage out from the confinements and into the open for his eyes to feast upon.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” he quizzed once most of the upper portion had been removed and took a step back, prying your fingers off the buttons to finish the removal of his clothes. “Is it because you need my care and touch desperately?”

His hands rubbed circles into your hipbone, provoking more sounds to fall from your lips. He wanted to witness how putty you would easily become for his remedy after all the smart–mouthing you were capable of relaying. To witness the hooded, lazily look in your eyes which morphed into want and the parting of your lips to moisten it as his body rocked into yours, enticed him to take the remaining steps to completion.

Towering above you flushed and semi–nude, both hands ran up your legs, over every curve and bump, pushing your dress until it bunched around your waist. Measuring the gap between you, he stepped closer to fill it, also yanking your body closer till it was flushed against his chest. The ripples of goosebumps once your breasts were squeezing on his chest, nipples hardened and rubbing deliciously upon the smoothness of your Lord’s skin, shot across your ignited body. Little whimpers and sighs were emitted at the action of your bodies firmly pressed without any space in between to disturb the tension being created.

Gathering the energy to reach for the rest of your sleeves and tugging it off completely, now your dress pooled perfectly around your waist, he slipped his hands under your thighs and brought them to encircle his waist. The yelp you emitted was swallowed up by his lips colliding with yours and wasting no time in giving you the chance to adjust. Elrond pried your lips apart with his tongue and went to work fervently to savour the sweet taste of your kiss. His groans, at first, were inaudible. Being devoured by your lips as you made attempts at eating his lips or rather his face—your fingers were clawing into his nape and back, pushing him deeper into your body as though you wanted him to morph into you.

For every bite of your lip, your fingers tightened at his nape and gave small tugs to his hair, and for every swipe of his tongue against yours, you dug your nails into his back to leave your signature. The kiss was unlike any other you had experienced, perhaps with the mixture of him being your Lord and you his assistant, the thrill was heightened led to his touch being voracious.

Conversely, Elrond was a master in his art and possessed infinite levels of control unlike you in this situation at a time like this. Breaking the kiss much to your disappointment, his lips remained a few centimetres apart. “Are you going to give me an answer?”

Your body jerked in his hold as his question left you furious at the leisurely time he was taking to fix the issue. The blood under your skin was boiling causing the fingers gnawing at his neck and back to force him into hurrying up. “Would you quit it and just fuck me already? Put the heat out and just make me feel good!” you wailed.

For the first time in years, Elrond felt rejuvenated at the game he played with you. It wasn’t something he was ever fond of, always preferring to make the moment romantic and full of adoration and love, but today sparked a newfound delight. All the while you were yapping and running your mouth, being demanding and obnoxious, the hands that once held your thighs already slipped between your bodies to unsheathe his cock from his leggings and guide it towards your opening. He was thrilled your attention was focused on getting him to comply that you were oblivious to your wish being fulfilled.

“Is this what you wanted me to give you?” With his body at present pressed against yours, there was no room for your eyes to witness the motion of his cock approaching your cunt, only to feel the breaching with an eye roll and heave. Thankfully your hands flopped off his back to brace your body upright on your forearms, you were given the most precious sight of his cock sliding in and out, already covered in a sheet of your arousal. The only thing left for him to do was to pick up the pace.  

“You want me to give you pleasure?” he goaded. “But you told me I lacked the capabilities.”

A mischievous grin was set upon his face as the rocking of his hips remained steady and at a snail’s pace. No amount of gripping his hips or pressing the heels of your ankles into his back would increase his speed; not until you gave him an answer.

“Please, please, please. J–…Just give it to me Elrond…” crying out with a solid flop against the table, as much as your body was being stimulated, it wasn’t at the rate required to soothe the ache. “I just want your cock…”

As desperate and pitiful as it sounded, it was pleasant to his ears somehow and fuelled the course of his actions. Leaning his body lower, his hips maintained their rhythmic pattern, leaving behind the soft pitta–patter of his ball being soaked by your drenched cunt. It made his eyes widen the realisation of the desire you contained to be relieved and how much he gave you to consume. Pleased in ways unimaginable, his left hand cupped your face for his thumb to run over your lips before feeling your lips wrapping around the tip and your tongue swirling around it. Eyes widening, yet kept holding his finger, they were fixated on the motion of your lips.

Hissing, his lips formed a smirk at the inability of you to give a response before barrelling away. With his right hand occupied on your waist, he used it to guide your hips to meet the increased tempo of his thrust, awakening the temptress within you. Provocative moans from the depths of your soul escaped your lips and left him more aroused from the start. Even through the action of your sweet lips sucking on his finger, he could precisely and clearly hear each syllable of your melody the more he drove his cock into you.

He couldn’t believe how right you were about the last time he gave himself away so freely to the highs of ecstasy. Your words replayed in his head about releasing all his tension while curing your problem; considering it beneficial when he was problem solving both your issues in one shot—a good remedy.

Letting himself loose, Elrond flung his head backwards to join you in harmony as moans fell from his lips. The tightness of your cunt, a feeling he missed and enjoyed, wrapping around him suffocatingly without a moment of reprieve spiralled him into ecstasy. Your snuggly held him in possession, considering him yours with every stroke he delivered, kissing your sweet spot like no tomorrow and leaving behind stains of his precum to quench the flames. The rigidness and robustness of his cock, the perfect weight resting within your walls were accepted with familiarity. Allowing you to remodel and mould your insides to suit the shape of what he desired. A place where he could return for release and satisfaction.

With the first wave of your fire cooling from sinister rolls of his hips, loudly slapping against the inner of your thighs, you sighed in euphoria. This was the relief your body craved all these months, not sleep. The sensation of being twisted into different positions, from lying on your back to being placed on your side with your leg over his shoulder, a different type of workout that proved to be the best form of lethargy. There wasn’t a position your legs were being tossed into the deeper he drove his cock to have it touch placed unheard of. When they were considered myths, your Lord Elrond proved them false with the wicked flex of his hips to bury himself in the depths of your core, emptying the first release of tension before pummelling again.

There was no stopping when you were now being placed on your stomach, your right foot planted directly into the floor with your left hitched on the table and his hips smacking against your ass. You could have sworn that he was the one who drank the tea instead of you, but with a quick reality check of the volume of releases you made in the last half an hour, it was you.

The deliberating crawl of your cramps as he fucked you like no tomorrow, fingers massaging the back of your thigh while his lips whispered filth in your ear, eased the pain. Even when your stomach clenched and your walls cramped around his cock as the coolness of your orgasm quenched the flames, his fingers ghosting over your skin was a better sensation and stimulation. You could stand there for as long as he desired and take the vigorous pummelling he gave, even if it left you bedridden, it would been the best rest and treatment for your weariness received. It might encourage you to make checks more often than usual.

On Elrond’s end, he could say the same thing. His right hand intertwined with yours upon the table, sweaty chest rubbing against yours and finger massaging your thigh, he would have to make frequent schedules for another visit. Nevertheless, he only wished for the constant slipping and sliding of your bodies to cease. It made things difficult for him to hold and keep close, albeit it allowed for the sounds of his hips meeting your ass to reverberate in the depths of his eardrum, placing a pleasant smile on his face.

“Your cries sound better than I imagined, Y/N.” His voice trickled into your ear like caramel, melting away any remaining tension in your bones. Your body visibly sagged into his chest; head lulled atop his shoulder while your lips remained parts to release your broken, stammering moans. “Tell me, is the treatment to your liking? Would you like me to ease the ache once more?”

Breathlessly fumbling around with your words, your fingers tightened in his and pressed into the table, knocking your knuckles into the solid wood at the swelling of his cock, expanding your walls. The violent flooding of his cum seeping into your cunt and being pushed deeper with the intention of being kept there, left you shaking. Your body couldn’t handle the intoxication of his presence entering you again, speeding up the process for another wave of your orgasm to break through and mix with his. Your cries were all he was listening to while he relentlessly continued to pound away at your walls, loving the hypersensitivity he sent you into.

“Oh fuck, El–…rond!” Wailing into the heated air, your breath condensed at the rise in temperature of the office. Your body’s urge to collapse was prohibited by the gentle encircling of his right arm, still entwined with yours, around your waist to keep you upright and against his sweaty chest. The amazement you held at the unshakeable power he wielded to continue round after round as though his limit was endless. You were beginning to consider the acknowledgement of you being hit with aphrodisiacs was false and simply made up to lure you into his trap.

After all, he was a descendant of a Maia, a powerful at that, being able to ensnare you with the hypnotic look in his eyes was enough to have you at his beck and call. Imagine what his voice was doing as your insides churned and melted with the melody of his moans against your earlobe. Lips kissing the tips and breathless groaning at the squeeze you gave; Elrond summoned you to him like a siren calling its prey.

“Just like that, I’m sure you can give me another and another and another,” he encouraged, placing more pressure on your sweet spot as he ground his hips into your ass and rubbed the tip of his cock against it. “Just let me take care of you. I’ll make you feel better.”

He was unappeasible and outmatched you.

And yet, it did not terrify you, only enticing you to further give in and allow him to care and tend to your needs. His touches and words were all that were required to provoke your body into rejuvenation. He could kiss away the pain, ghost his lips over your skin or breathe against it and all would be well. His remedy to heal your ache was the best and always provided satisfaction.

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AN: For my dear @nyarnamaitar🤍

⸙ Prompt: Deep-throat | Fëanor x Manwë ⸙ Synopsis: Fëanor enjoys the Elder King submitting to him. ⸙ Warnings: Smut, oral sex ⸙ Triple drabble ⸙ AO3

To have the Elder King on his knees before him was the most erotic thing Fëanáro had ever seen, sending a rush of power through his very being. He caressed his white hair, smooth and soft like wisps of cloud, and marvelled at the ethereal beauty of Ilúvatar's favourite to savour the moment. 

Manwë looked up at him with an expression he couldn't quite decipher, as if he was deep in thought, yet there was desire, unmistakable and raw. It was all the invitation Fëanáro needed to proceed. 

"Open your mouth," he commanded, and as soon as the Vala obeyed, pushed his cock past dutifully parted lips. 

White eyelashes fluttered when Manwë closed his eyes, objecting neither to the sudden, none-too-gentle intrusion nor to Fëanáro taking hold of his hair. 

He's made for this.

The crown prince of the Noldor would have laughed at such a notion once upon a time, but now he couldn't help feeling that way. He thrust in and out to his heart's content, yet Manwë never appeared to gag nor struggle with breathing. 

It would take more to elicit a stronger, more desperate reaction from him, Fëanáro thought, but today was not that day. Today he was going to enjoy plush lips and a soft tongue gingerly, almost hesitantly pleasuring him while he moved, the elegant curve of Manwë's neck as he bowed his head to take him deeper, the soft humming noises he made to show his enjoyment. 

Affectionately, Fëanáro stroked his head with his free hand. He had thought the tales of the Elder King's humility to be mere flattery, but it was true — and he could tell that he had done this before. 

And now... he's mine.

The thought, followed by another giddy rush, was enough to push Fëanáro over the edge. 

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OMG;;;!!! your requests' being open could be the thing to happen this week 🥴 After I read the kinktober thing with Thranduil.. ahem-

Could I please request a Maedhros x Human!Reader...and with size kink and age gap🥴 I'm gettin all red in the face but I MUST ask🥺🤲!!!(#($($($ Thank you for your work I read and reread your stuff 🥴❤️

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: akshgfaksj sorry that this has taken so long but it was the sort of smut that I just couldn't keep short, the word count demon got me. For one of my favvvv followers, I've included lots of things from fics you've really liked in the past too hehe bon apetit xx

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Maedhros x human! Reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3.1k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: NSFW content, MDNI, smut, size kink, age gap, virgin! reader, loss of virginity, age gap, older man/ younger woman, oral (f. receiving), fingering, creampie

You shivered slightly at the feeling of Maedhros’ hands on your sides, sliding down your belly and lightly squeezing the tops of your thighs. His hands were so much bigger than yours and could nearly wrap around your entire waist. He had always made you feel so small, towering over all his peers and especially over your human stature. 

“You’re ok, I’ve got you…” He murmured as he leaned down to tenderly kiss your lips, propping himself up on his forearm, “Just relax for me, this is all about you, ok?” You nodded your head softly and were rewarded with a smile and another kiss from him, “Good girl.” He truly was doing his utmost to make sure you were comfortable. He was more than aware of the size difference between you and that he might be a rather daunting first time for you. He’d spent the day pampering you: having breakfast prepared, taking you on a walk where he insisted on threading the prettiest flowers he could find into your hair, sharing a bath with you when you confided that you were shy to be nude in front of him, wrapping you in warm towels and cuddling up to you while he kissed your lips until swollen. 

His hands cupped the softness of your breasts, making you cover the lower half of your face with the back of your palm as you turned your flushed face to the side in embarrassment; the size of his hands made your breasts seem so small in his grasp as he cupped and squeezed and teased your pert nipples. 

“Don’t hide…” He cooed as his hands moved to give his lips access to your soft skin, “You look so sweet like this…” As much as he knew he had to be patient, Maedhros was beyond desperate to put himself inside of you. The only relief for his cock was the friction he could get from grinding his hips down into the mattress as he worked his way down your body. 

His fingers danced gently across your hips, tickling slightly as one of his hands left your body to reach for your hand as he rested his chin lightly on your abdomen, thumb caressing your knuckles as he looked up at you. 

“Is this ok?” He asked softly. 

“Please… don’t stop.” Your voice came out quietly, caught up in the anticipation of this moment. He smiled gently and turned his face to press a kiss to your lower belly and then trailing further down until he was pushing your thighs apart. His eyes closed to better delight in your reactions and to try and make you feel a little less embarrassed at having his face so close to your most private area. He revelled in the little moans that slipped from your lips when he left hot kisses on your inner thighs and began to suck down and playfully nip to mark you up some, knowing you were now also used to this sensation upon your neck. He felt your hips jump slightly at the first lap of his tongue against your drooling slit and how you squeezed his hand as your breathing picked up. Your other hand went down to tangle in his fiery hair. He rewarded you with a gentle suck at your clit, tearing more moans from your hips as your body began to writhe beneath him. 

He let go of your hand in favour of pressing your other hip down, guiding your hand to also tangle in his hair between doing so. A moan of his name slipped past your lips and he pressed a soft kiss to your clit before looking up to you. 

“Everything’s still alright?” He asked and you nodded your head, pushing his face further into your pussy to chase the immense pleasure he had been giving you mere moments before. You eagerly nodded your head. 

“Don’t stop, Mae, please…” You begged softly and the sight was so beautiful to him: cheeks flushed, eyes lidded and smouldering with lust, your breasts rising and falling with each panted breath. 

“Anything you want.” He replied with a smile at how endearing your eagerness was. His tongue got right back to work on lapping through your slit, pushing into your entrance and moaning at your taste, making you feel the vibrations of his voice. The room became full of the sounds of moans falling past your lips. It took you a few minutes to realise just how loud you were being and so you grabbed a nearby pillow that you could hide your face and muffle all your sounds in. 

Maedhros began to rise up from between your legs just as he began to sink one finger into you, not yet enough to cause you any sort of discomfort. 

“Don’t hide from me…” The pillow was pulled from your grasp and he was met with your shy eyes as he shallowly thrusted his finger up into you, watching how you gasped when he brushed over your sweet spot. He pushed even further into you and you pulled him down for a kiss to muffle your noises that you were embarrassed by instead. You could taste yourself on his tongue as it brushed against yours. 

Maedhros felt your body tense when he pushed a second finger into you, knowing that he would have to be gentle to accommodate your inexperience and how much bigger his fingers were than your own. A small whimper escaped you and he withdrew his fingers to gather you up in his arms, making you feel so small and light compared to him. He turned you so that your back was to his sculpted chest and he spread your legs over yours. As one hand went down to resume its work between your legs, the other came beneath your chin to turn your head enough for him to lean down and kiss you. The comfort of having him pressed so close to you, joined with the distraction of his dizzying kisses, made you relax more as those two fingers pushed back into you. He worked you open with a slow and steady pace, scissoring his fingers inside your sticky cunt to try and prepare you for his cock. You pulled away from his lips with a gasp and a wince as he sank a third finger into you, feeling how your walls had to stretch around him. 

“Mae!” You yelped, “...hurts!” He shushed you gently through even gentler kisses. 

“I know, I know, but we need to work through it, ok?” He used one hand to guide one of yours up to your breast, “Touch yourself here for me.” With tears welling in your eyes, you nodded your head compliantly as you cupped your breasts, toying with your nipples as he had done earlier, sending little rivulets of pleasure sparking through your body and down to your core. With his free hand, he rested his large palm against your abdomen as his fingers reached down to stroke circles against your clit. The added stimulation quickly made the pain melt away as he continued to scissor his fingers inside of you to work you open and prepare you for his cock. He could feel the way you tightened up around him and your walls fluttered around his fingers as you writhed in his lap, hips grinding into his touch as your head fell back against his shoulder, sweet moans pouring from your lips as you came undone. 

He eased you through your high until you were whimpering at the sensitivity of it all, prompting him to remove his fingers from you and turn you in his lap so that you were straddling him. He shuffled down the bed slightly so that he was leaning back more and with a hand cradling the back of your head, he coaxed you to lay on his chest as you calmed down. He could feel each heavy breath and your racing heart as you nuzzled against his warm skin, hand resting on his chest and beginning to play dot-to-dot across his freckles once you had opened his eyes. He coaxed you to lean up enough to kiss him, strong arms wrapping around you to pull you close as he sat up so that you were perched on his lap. 

You could feel his hard cock beneath you, just as you had felt it against your back earlier and yet you had done your best to not look since you had initially seen him naked in your shared bath earlier. The eldar were bigger than the edain, those of valinor being even bigger and the fëanorians even more so. Maedhros was an intimidating first time and the two of you were more than aware of that. 

“Why don’t you just grind down on me first, hm?” He suggested as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, brushing some hair away from your face as he sensed your anxiety, “Get it nice and wet for you?” You nodded your head once and were rewarded with yet another kiss, “That’s my girl…” The sound he let out when you lowered your slick pussy onto him and grinded down on his length was like music to your ears and only encouraged you to continue with more enthusiasm. 

You looked so endearing like this to the ellon beneath you. He knew that his age and experience intimidated you and made you doubt yourself but he just couldn’t explain to you how attractive it was to see you clumsily and eagerly chase pleasure and follow orders as you navigated your way through your inexperience. You were so responsive too! You had a blush stamped upon your cheeks, your eyes lidded or closed to better focus on how you were feeling, your limbs lightly trembling and your pussy absolutely dripping as you let out the sweetest little sounds. He just wanted to look after you and keep you as his forever, even if your version of forever had to be shorter than his, he would treasure whatever time your mortality allowed him to have with you. 

“Such a pretty little thing…” He cooed as he easily raised your hips up with one hand, taking his cock in the other and lining himself up with your entrance, “You just take as much as you can, alright? Nice and slow…” You nodded your head and leaned forwards just enough to lay your little hands flat against his abdomen to support yourself as you slowly pushed down, hips wiggling as you tried to get used to the sensation. He watched your face contort into a wince and yet you made no move to stop until at least the tip of his cock was resting snugly in your tight walls, squeezing down harshly on him and making him exhale raggedly and squeeze your hips and thighs to try and ground himself. He wanted to feel what it was like to sink his entire cock into you and yet he knew that he had to be patient for your wellbeing, he would never want to cause you pain or discomfort… even if you did look so hot as you teared up from the ache of just his tip inside of you. He was so big and you were so small and something about that just made him want to take and take and take from you, regardless of whether you were able to give. You were like a perfect doll in his lap, making little bounces to try and work yourself further down his cock, even as hot tears pooled in your eyes, never having felt so full in all your life. 

You let out little whimpers and whines as your hands curled into fists, nails raking against his skin in the process. You were so determined to take more of him and it made him fight the urge to thrust up into you and watch you fall against his chest as he set his own rhythm. He watched as you withdrew one hand from his body in favour of toying with your clit, making your head fall forwards as moans poured out from you. He could feel you grow wetter and consequently take more of him, eagerly bouncing up and down upon the few inches that you had already taken in and trying to take more each time your hips fell down over him. Wanting you to be able to better focus on riding him, he nudged your hand aside so that he could toy with your clit himself, caressing in gentle touches and watching as your tears spilled down your cheeks as you did your utmost to chase your own pleasure while pleasing him. You were desperate for the stretch of his cock to stop aching and simply fill you with pleasure and so you were impatiently trying to grow accustomed to the feeling of him stretching you out like this. 

You tried to focus on how hot and heavy he felt inside you, his moans and words of praise serving to make you wetter and you gasped when you pressed a hand to your belly and felt the head of his cock stroke against your palm. It was enough to make the two of you pause and you could have melted at just how small he made you feel. You wanted nothing more than to be pinned to his body by his strong arms as he took you and finally made you feel good. You wanted to know what it was like to feel all of him inside of you. 

“Mae… I need you, please?” You whined out, “Want all of you, wan’ you to give it to me, please?” You grabbed his hands and encouraged him to sit up so that you could look up at him with those begging doe-eyes and he groaned as your words put his restraint to the test. 

“This will be better for you though, so that you can take it at your own pace…” He replied and you adamantly shook your head. 

“Need you to do it… need you to make it fit, please? Please, I’ve been good.” His arms wrapped around your waist and you could feel one of his palms run up your spine. 

“You can’t say things like that, y/n…” He warned you with a guilty look in his eyes, knowing that he would likely hurt you if he had things his way as you were begging of him. 

“Please?” Your voice broke with desperation, “Need you, Mae, and- and ‘m all yours and just want you to make it fit and use me, please?” How could you say such filthy things with the most innocent eyes? He leaned forwards to softly kiss you as you squirmed on his cock, his fiery hair falling around the two of you. 

“Ok… ok, hold onto me…” You reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek in a silent ‘thank you’. You gasped when he began to shallowly thrust into you, working in more with each thrust than you had been doing previously. You buried your face against his shoulder to muffle all of your whines and whimpers as your fingers tangled in his hair. He was almost tempted to stop if not for your little moans of ‘just like that’, ‘s’ good’, ‘please don’t stop’, ‘make it fit, Mae, please?’. You truly had no idea just how adorable and alluring you were. You cried out when he sank all the way into you with one harsh thrust and you looked up at him with hot tears streaking down your cheeks, kiss-swollen lips pouted for a kiss and he had never seen something more beautiful. The way you were crying at the stretch of his thick cock in your tiny cunt and yet begging for him to not stop drove him insane and he kissed you like a man starved as he gave you an opportunity to try and adjust, tasting the salt of your tears where they had gathered at the corners of your mouth. 

Your moans only increased in pitch when he finally started fucking you, watching your eyes go blank as all you could focus on was how big he felt inside you, his tip kissing your cervix with each deep thrust and filling the room with the obscene squelches of your pussy, already creaming around him as he bounced you effortlessly in his lap, so small and easy to manhandle however he pleased. He was unsure how long he would even be able to last in you with the way your tight walls were clenching around him and you sounded so sweet right by his ear. He worked his hand between your bodies to tease your clit and felt how you shuddered in response, your thighs tensing and pussy fluttering tightly around him as you reached your second orgasm of the evening. Any words that you tried to get out became interrupted by moans and began to come out as just nonsense. You sounded utterly broken and beyond adorable when you moaned at the sensation of his arms coiling around you to keep you in place as he filled you with his sticky load, your face buried into his shoulder as he hid his face in your hair, moaning right by your ear as his hips stuttered into yours. 

You were covered in a sheen of sweat and panting for breath, arms still around his shoulders as he laid back so that you could rest upon his chest, cock still buried in you and keeping all of his cum inside as you hummed in tiredness and contentment. 

“Sleepy?” He asked, voice slightly hoarse from all the noise the two of you had been making. You snuggled closer to him and simply nodded your head with a heavy sigh. “Alright… get some rest and then I’ll get you something to eat and drink, ok?” Another nod. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” His voice came out much softer. 

“I’m sore but it didn’t hurt really bad.” You mumbled against his chest and he decided to stop questioning you and simply stroke your hair as you rested upon him, clearly exhausted and in need of rest. 

“Good, good. Get some sleep, I won’t go anywhere.” 

“Want you to stay inside too…” He let out a small moan as he turned his face to kiss the side of your head. 

“You truly know what to say to get me going, y/n…” 

“Good.” You replied with a cheeky smile before dozing off on your lover’s chest. 

He wanted to be with you forever. 

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[lovefairymina]

Hey Thel,

This is going to be a very spicy question but…

What do you get out of dominating me? (….sexually, I mean.)

“I get pleasure, my darling. Lots of pleasure and excitement.” He smirked and lifted his brows before reaching for his glass of brandy and taking a swig while eyeing you from over the rim of the glass.