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❪ ♡ ❫ ── 𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂 ,  body worship 

varda has a thing for body worship. it doesn't matter whether it is verbal or physical, she can never get enough of your body and how perfect you are beneath her, under her touch. 

there are times where she lays you down on her grand bed, watching as your form twitches in her dark sheets. how you shyly avert your eyes from her line of vision that gazes over every inch of your nude figure. she adores how you shiver when her tender hands traces down your sides, caressing your chest or cupping your thighs. how pretty your skin looks smudged with her dark purple lipstick. 

"you are gorgeous, my starlight,'' she gasps against your skin, smiling at your hushed whimpers in response to her kisses around your neck and her fingers attending to your heat. "so beautiful. . . so perfect. my marvellous star,'' she trails her lips down your skin, fascinated with the goosebumps on your flesh. none of her words fall short, no matter whether her lips press against scars, blemishes or birth marks. even when she has your back arching and your cunt greedily taking in her delicate fingers, her free hand strokes your side. crooning to you in such a soft voice. 

"that's it. . . such a good girl. my beautiful little star.'' 

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Naveqüen, I mask ask, what's going on in that cute head of yours?

you would be lucky if you got a response from him, given how hyper-focused he was on his work. he deems that you should do the same. don't be fooled by his calm and controlled demeanor, you calling him cute has a faint blush on his cheeks.

“not the slightest clue of what you are saying, doll.” he'd deflect smoothly. “now, would you get back to work? or perhaps do something of better use.” he'd pat his lap to emphasise his point, grey eyes side-glancing you.

♡. wanna know more about navëquen? check out this post

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❪ ♡ ❫ ── feel free to slot a confession in for any of the ainur canon characters. however, I also offer a wide range of ocs for you to choose from. send them confessions or request small imagines ~ for more info, click the links !

♡. navëquen ( @cilil 's oc )

a maia of námo serving as his personal attendant and prosecutor. vanimóre's counterpart with an eye that sees past misdeeds. has a strong sense of justice and is usually stoic and slightly awkward in social situations, leading many to wonder what it is that he truly thinks and feels

♡. almion ( @doodle-pops ' oc )

the son of námo and the maia erulissë. cold in nature but soft at heart. a blessed flower who brings forth sweetness with every touch, while death waits patiently in solitude

♡. melmë ( @doodle-pops ' oc )

the maia of irmo and a servant of ardour. her love is pure and true, freely giving and never asking in return, and yet, she suffers a broken heart

♡. erulissë

the handmaiden and maia of yavanna who has always been a kind and forgiving soul. turned harsh by the realisation of their creator's true nature. she rebukes eru's name and will, seeking to free her kin of the will

♡. amaurë

the prince of valinor who writes poetry and pleases the gods. always smiling with the dawn's radiance, ever as kind — ready to lend a helping hand whenever he can. but, he harbours a dark secret

♡. vanimóre

the general of angband and the former maia of námo who puppets the dead like a sadistic puppeteer. has an almost misleading sense of humour and leads many to believe that he is approachable for it. however, his humour is just as cunning as his overall self

♡. ruinë

the former strategist of angband who has a being of good and one of evil within her. chaos incarnate. a maia of fire who tries her hardest to fight off the evil within her — a grey character seeking to be righteous and failing miserably

♡. lúmirë

the servant of varda and the royal attendant to manwë. despite all the pain he tells himself that he must push on and work hard, because then it makes everything worth it. an overachiever by nature, uselessly good at his duties and a little stoic at first. but a sweetheart deep within

♡. lúilírë

valinor's strategist, the maia of manwë with a cunning, frightening intellect. a being of ice who is unlike most of his colleagues. he seeks vengeance as his form of justice — unaware that his eagerness for righteousness is what leads him down a path of no return

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as an eagle, Manwë is a bird of prey. I'm sure he loves to hunt his partner. . .

particularly during his heats. one might think that it is a kink he rarely indulges in, but during a time when his senses are flaring and all he can think about is fucking you into the very mattress, manwë finds that he is unable to control himself. especially around you, his darling mate. 

he'll try to remain calm. to carry out his serene demeanour. but when he catches a whiff of your intoxicating scent he can hold back no longer. leaving his room in haste and making a beeline for wherever you were. in the gardens of ilmarin, so unsuspecting of your lover that would soon find himself flushing against you. trapping you against the pillar, whispering to your ear about how much he needs you. 

it was the perfect opportunity to bring up the idea you both discussed, and the king was happy to agree. allowing you to scamper off whilst he bit back his need and the urge to force you down against the marble floors already. the hunt wouldn't last too long, but he'd certainly have your heart pounding. as he stalks for you as a bird of prey would. 

and just when you least expect it; his beady, slit-pupil eyes would loom over you. his hand's around your throat and he's pressing you against the nearest piece of furniture he can manage. rutting against you like a depraved animal.

"I cannot take it anymore, little dove.'' manwë groans, barely able to halt the way his hips roll against yours. grinding his already-hardened cock against the softness of your flesh. panting against your ear, feeling you up with his large, gentle hands. 

he wouldn't even care where the two of you are. be it out in the open or in a private room, manwë cannot stop himself from shoving your robes up and doing whatever he can to prep you for what is to come. and once he's in? he won't stop until he knows he's bred you to his liking. filling you up, marking you as his. grunting, groaning against your ear as his hips slap against the back of your thighs. holding you in a prone-bone position so that he can feel the entirety of your body against his. feel your cries and gasps as you cum all over his cock again and again.

"fuck, do you feel that princess? feel how well you take me?" he shudders, filling you up once more as his larger form trembles with yours. still, he refuses to stop. "that's it, darling. let me breed you until you're nice and full of me. . .''

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Heh, what if Melkor found one of his Maiarin servants daydreaming about being all stretched on his lap as well as inside, practically impaled on his massive cock, and still taking it with delight. He could easily sense how much this fantasy excites this particular Maia and decides to make it even more interesting, taking her to his throne and here, fulfilling her dream right in front of everyone, edging her and making her plead desperately for release...

oh the way that you squirm and writhe on his cock has melkor grinning from ear to ear. how you whimper and claw at him as you pitifully try to ride him, begging for some relief. begging for him to aid you because without it you can barely keep pace, especially with how he stretches you out and fills you to the brim.

he whispers a slew of degradations to your ear, asking: “does this not satisfy my little maia slut?”

yet when you whimper his title and plead for him to fuck you, he cannot help but begin pistoning his hips. delighting in how you limp into him, crying out and cumming so easily. all so that he can mock you more for the mess you've made on his throne.

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As a switch, I'd love to see Mairon bottom sometime 😗

mairon is all about control. everything needs to be done his way and done perfectly. however, should he find that special someone — a person he can put his trust in to take the lead even in the most intimate of situations, he will eventually give in to the idea of bottoming.

trying not to let his moans get too loud or to stop his face from turning to lewd. he holds back a lot, so much so that you have to stroke his hair and usher him. whispering that he can let go, he can give you the control, he can trust you.

once you worm that last bit out of him, he's a wanton mess. desperately bucking his hips, gasping, shuddering, whatever he can do to get the pleasure he so desires. praising you from below, begging you for more. and he knows that you will give it to him, as you have time and time again.

he looks oh so pretty when he begs. his proud exterior reduced to soft shudders and breathing gasps. the heat on his face, the shake in his typically cold voice. and all for you.

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Imagine, you are Oromë's apprentice. As a result of both your nature and his teachings you get so intuned with your instincts and bodily needs, that one day, presence of your admired mentor triggers a heat in you. It itches more and more, and no matter what you do, it doesn't stop, only get all more intense whenever Oromë's around, to the point it starts to hurt. And that's when Oromë finally senses it within you.

oromë hadn't the slightest idea of your heat for quite some time, especially because he had to separate from you when word got out that a dark creature had slipped itself into valinor. he had left you for a few days, and upon his return he found you curled up in your bed - hugging onto the coat he had left in your dwelling on accident. yet what really caught his attention was the way you rutted your hips against a pillow between your legs as you buried your face into the coat, inhaling his scent, wishing that he was there.

needless to say, the huntsman would soon understand what was going on. and if not that, then he certainly caught the vanilla scent and the way your slit leaked with slick - almost begging him to take you there and then. 

once you have acknowledged his presence and he calms down your small spout of embarrassment and panic, he almost goes feral when you practically throw yourself at him, hands clawing at his shirt, hips grinding against his as you beg him to sate the undying heat within you.

it is then that he can take no more - his lips are on you, his hands are too and before you know it he's shoving your face into the pillows and rutting against your hips like a wild animal. fingers tangled into your hair, growls and grunts against your ear as he takes what he has wanted from day one. 

"needy little thing, aren't you?" the vala pants against your ear, eyes travelling between your legs where you squirt around him once more. his thumb continues its onslaught on your clit, and he delights in the way that you crumble into the sheets and cry out his name into your pillow. "what's that?" he chuckles, grinding his hips against your ass and delighting in how your knees give out once more. 

"more? my little deer wants more? even after I've fucked her senseless?" the hand in your hair forces your head back and it retreats to your jaw to clutch the soft flesh. "look at you,'' he whispers, ghosting his lips over yours. "my need little slut.'' his hips begin pistoning again and he holds your jaw still, pressing his lips to yours and parting your mouth with his tongue. he's not finished with you until he's completely scented, marked and claimed you as his.

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

♡. melkor

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

♡. manwë

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

♡. oromë

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

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Nobody can convince me that Melkor didnt have a daddy or breeding kink. Man's entire thought process for a while was "create things of his own". He is Kinky capital K

melkor with a breeding kink sounds about right. imagine how he forces you down, hips pistoning against yours as you splutter into the air. all whilst he tells you how pretty you'll look stuffed full with his seed. how gorgeous you are when you're dripping with him.

“I'm sure you'd love that, huh? to be bred by the dark lord?” oh, the possibilities are endless. but his favourite position has got to be shoving your face into the sheets and fucking you until your thighs and ass are black and blue.

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

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

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

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

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Just imagine what sex with Tulkas would be like, such a guy doing a sweet lov making with you as he praises you during and after it. After that he will wash you both off and cuddled up keeping each other safe.

oh he's such a softie really. a gentle giant if you will. he knows he's a lot stronger than you so he keeps that in mind when the two of you are getting intimate. so many kisses, gentle touches with large hands, he practically worships your body.

I think he would much rather have you ride him. that way you can control your own pleasure, feel more in control. of course he will guide and aid you. but through it all, his praises persist.

“easy there doll. that's it, atta girl,” he's groan, followed by slews of how much he adores you.

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❪ ♡ ❫ ── 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐 , shameless

one would think that námo has some semblance of shame and filter, but that's your biggest mistake. in fact, you'd learn just how shameless the vala of death could be during the crushing and flirting stages of your relationship.

while he wasn't much of a verbal flirt, you absolutely adored trying to make him flustered. so one day, during a dinner with his maiar, you flashed him a little heart sign with your thumb and forefinger when no one was looking. perhaps even muttered something flirtatious and inherently sexual that you were certain only he would hear.

and the response? well,

let's just say you were left stunned and weak in the knees when he stared upon you with that usual blank, imposing stare — before his hand slips up. two of his fingers press at the sides of his lips in a v shape and he oh so nonchalantly poked his tongue through the sign.

you were no fool, you were well aware of what it meant and it was the last thing you expected from námo. was it a threat? a promise? you weren't sure, you could already feel your panties dampen.

you'd learn later that day that it was indeed the latter. for you were spread out on his sheets with his face buried into your cunt and eating you out until you were bucking and creaming all over his tongue. needless to say, you couldn't look him in the eye for a week straight.

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Imagine Mairon allowing the reader take control in the bed, bringing him pleasure as long as they want and him just allowing them ehile clenching the sheets.

it would take awhile for mairon to show such vulnerability with anyone, but once he grows comfortable enough with you, it is akin to watching an angel. how his face scrunches up and he tosses his head back into his fiery locks — gasping and groaning to the ceiling. at first he might try to keep his noises down to save him face, but with some encouragement he'll let his voice flow freely.

gripping onto your hips, pulling on your hair, clawing at your skin. anything to stop the sinful arch of his back as he says your name oh so prettily.

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❪ ♡ ❫ ── irmo , vala domain

the fact that irmo can make you feel absolute, inconceivable thralls of please with so much as a snap of his finger, all due to him being the vala of not only dreams, but desire as well

he doesn't even have to lay a finger on you. all you'll feel is heat pouring out onto you and before you know it your head is tossed back and you're bucking against thin air. gasping, crying and begging for him. oh it feels amazing, mind-numbing even. but you wish to feel him. not only that but while the pleasure was mind-blowing, you couldn't cum. it was a constant tight swell around your stomach which had you an utter mess.

however all you'll receive are tender strokes to your side as he leans down to press gentle, languid kisses to your neck.

“what's the matter, sweet little thing?” he'd tut as you shake your head with glistening tears. begging for some kind of relief, for him to let you cum. instead all you receive is a breathy chuckle from the vala before he presses a kiss to the corner of your lips.

“but aren't I giving you enough? such a greedy little thing. . . are you that needy for my cock?”

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Manwë has a size kink. That’s it. What do you think?

oh he absolutely does. I typically range manwë from 8 - 9ft in my characterisations of him and honestly? no one can tell me that he doesn't,

he's so kind, so so kind. kind enough to let you ride him and watch as you struggle, whine and whimper to hold a good pace. as you cry for him to help you out, to flip the two of you over so that he can take lead instead — even if it means him folding you in half and fucking you into the mattress.

manwë is the kind of lover that lives to pleasure you and is more of a giver than a receiver. when you're beneath him he adores watching how your face scrunches up and how you gasp and lose your breath for him as he enters you inch by agonising inch. how you whimper and tell him that it can't fit but oh he always finds a way. and he'll lean down to whisper into your ear — “not to worry, my little dove. we'll make it fit.”

if he can bend you in any which way imaginable, he's content. another one of his favourite positions is most likely some form of prone-boning. he adores just how petite you are compared to him.

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"Let me make you feel better, baby." With Irmo, please?

❪ ♡ ❫ ── irmo , “ let me make you feel better, baby ”

"Oh have I been neglecting you that much, my poor little petal?"

You bite down onto the plump of your lip in an attempt to keep your slew of embarrassingly desperate moans as you careen your hips up into his hand and buck at the friction he so easily grants you.

"You're simply dripping my love. So wet for me?" Irmo tuts as he presses warm kisses that alight your skin with further want, further need, as displayed by your fingers that meekly tug at his light-coloured robes — desperate to see what is yours. "Yes. . . Y-Yes Irmo, only for you. Please," glistening eyes meet his and you can all but part your lips.

"Please, I need you."

A groan rumbles from the vala and he leans down to capture your lips as he shoves off any clothing keeping him from his prize. His large, dainty and soft hand cups your heat and his palm grinds into your sensitive little pearl so that you're gasping into his mouth. As a result he pushes his tongue past your lips and claims what is rightfully his once more.

You almost feel humiliated with how easily you take his finger, then a second, giving so much as a squeeze around the digits as they pump into your already squelching heat. All the whole his tongue overpowers yours, mingling and pressing into it just as the pads of his fingers curl into all the right bundles of nerves.

"I-Irmo," you whimper against his suffocating lips as he pulls away only in the slightest, seeming the least bit bothered by the string of saliva connecting you both. "Sssh," he hushes, his entire arm moving as he fucks you on his fingers just the way he knows makes your back arch and your toes curl.

"Just let me make you feel better, princess."

His thumb presses down to work at your clit and draw out the rest of your pretty noises as he twists, curls and thrusts his fingers into every little crevice he knew like the back of his hand. "Let me hear those pretty noises," he shudders, leaning down to your ear. "And I'll let you cum for me, princess."