a/n this headcanon was requested by my lovely and beautiful friend @a-contemplation-upon-flowers - but tumblr decided to delete the request from my inbox ! Like seriously you fucking hellsite, leave my requests alone! this is the 3rd time it is happening and it is pissing me off ! thankfully mt pea-sized brain remembered your request because it just a headcanon and you are the only who requested the bird boi
𓆩♡𓆪 If Eönwë is interested in you - it is very obvious, because bird boi here keeps stuttering over his words, whenever he’s around you or there is a blush creeping up this face.
𓆩♡𓆪 The herald can’t make eye contact with you for more than 3 seconds - he’s melting and in awe of your eyes, he dies inside because of its beauty and how your emotions are there for him to read, your sincerity in everything you do.
𓆩♡𓆪 Compliment him and he’s literally falling part in front of you, he makes the dumbest excuse possible, thinking it’s believable and flies off because there’s too many emotions running through him he can’t understand and too overwhelming for him.
𓆩♡𓆪 He would leave you for a few days after that trying to understand these new feelings. Eönwë is yearning and missing you deeply these days - but he can’t understand why. It’s only understandable when he either reads something relatively close in a book he is reading or one of the Valar to become a parent (highly possible to be either Varda or Manwë) and explains to him, in a form of a riddle because it’s up to Eönwë to figure out himself.
𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë probably needs another few days before he can approach you. He’s planning a beautiful and spectacular way of asking for your hand in courtship, because knows you only deserve the best. Will definitely push it forward when other birds/elves/maiar/human are looking to take your hand - little insecure jealous bird baby. Whatever your culture of courting is, he will add with how eagles call for their mates - yes, trying to impress your air dances and puffing out his wings.
𓆩♡𓆪 The longer you take to answer, the longer he it kills him inside. He concludes too quickly and wants to fly out again - thinking the silence was your rejection, but when you yell out an excited ‘yes’ just as he was about to fly away, he looks at you shocked, surprised and happy all at once.
𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë fly over to you so fast like in a blinking second and wraps you in his arms and spins you in the air - that is happy he is. Eönwë feels like the luckiest being underneath Arien’s rays.
𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë would the best lover – always putting your best interests and care at first, becoming your voice of encouragement. He would constantly bring you gifts from his travels – yes, you know what that means. He treats you like royalty, constantly wanting to see your eyes light up and smile at him – it is his favorite, your smile and your laugh.
𓆩♡𓆪 He can be a needy bird - constantly wanting your attention and jealous if anyone else dares to approach his mate. He loves calling you his - not as a possession, no he hates the idea of that. He calls you his because you own his heart and soul, just like he knows he own yours - you are his as much as he is yours.
𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë loves serenading or reading novels to you - in fact one of his favorite things to do is being outside sitting on the ground leaning against a tree and your resting against his chest - or lying on the ground as you lie your head on chest while he reads to your. He constantly has an arm around at all times - he cannot help it, he wants to feel you close, It is also his way of ensuring himself you are real, especially at the odd times he is feeling insecure.
𓆩♡𓆪 He loves taking you for flying - you are someone like me and scared of heights, he adores how you cling onto him for your dear life. He also makes sure to fly lower, depending on how afraid you are. Only a few inches off Eru’s sweet grounds my dear Eönwë.
𓆩♡𓆪 Sometimes he loves is carrying you his arms and flying over Middle Earth or if it late after both you met up he would carry you over back to your house bridal style - he is just a hopeless romantic.
𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë tackles your with hugs whenever he returns from far - arms and wings around your for the whole day with kisses and whispers of how much he had missed ‘his dove’ ‘his mate’ ‘his angel’ - he has the fluffiest and cutest nicknames for your. He doesn’t call you that for the sake of being cute but because he truly believes you are and is utterly in love with you.
𓆩♡𓆪 Call him by a pet or nickname or his title and he folds - he is by your side cuddling
𓆩♡𓆪 He adores showing you how much he loves you - one of this displays of affection is wrapping his wings around you. Especially, if it is cold, a wing instantly wraps softly around pulling you close to him. His wings are always their when your are hugging or cuddling - he only does this for you, no one else.
𓆩♡𓆪 His wings are very strong and he loves your to fall asleep on them - they are the softest, warmest and safest bed. Eönwë loves he can give that you - he adores seeing you have fallen asleep on his chest or his wings.
𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë has a habit of tracing your features when you’re asleep and committing them to memory. He softly kisses all your features too - your forehead, the arch of your eyebrows, your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your cheeks and finally the softest of peck on your lips so he does not wake you up.
𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë loves the feel of you brushing your fingers through his features - it calms him especially after an exhausting day. Just avoid his sensitive parts, otherwise it won’t be a relaxing afternoon, rather an afternoon that contains a lot of bed activities ;)
𓆩♡𓆪 He can be very protective of you - there can be some arguments because of this, especially if you want to fight in wars, but he does come around to respect your choices and decisions - even if it scares him.
𓆩♡𓆪 He vows to protect you at all costs - if you every end up injured or worse, Eönwë will forever blame himself.
𓆩♡𓆪 He will be looking over you for injuries or bruises - takes it upon himself to nurse you back to full health and he takes it very seriously, he is even afraid to cuddle you - afraid he might accidentally hurt you.
𓆩♡𓆪 All in all he is a perfect mate to have and court. Eönwë also only court you with marriage in mind too.
“Shh, mommy will give you what you want, sweet one.”
featuring Nerdanel x female reader
fandom tolkien- the silmarillion
a/n something for Kinktober ig, read alone - but also kinda a continuation of Little Assistant. Has been in my drafts for months - I finally decided yes I will do this
warnings 18+ smut with no plot, fingering, dom Nerdanel, mommy kink, simultaneous fingering
It had not been long since you began been the assistant of Mahtan’s daughter Nerdanel. She was a fine woman – of not only her talent, but of her looks. You could not understand why many were talking ill of her freckles, you had found them beautiful, coating across her soothe skin with her muscles.
They were no lying when speaking of her strength as is for sure – her strength never ceased to surprise you. Sometimes you wondered if she was secretly a maia or part maia, but all you received from your mistress was that her father had been a student of the might craftsman and lord, Aulë.
Oh. . .and you received bundles amount of sweet aching pleasures for being your mistress’s good little assistant.
Currently you were sat on a chair. . .barely able to concentrate as she watched you with the cunning eyes of a hawk, especially since you were asked to wear a scarily thin dress, which could be highly considered at a night dress, but even then. . .
You had already pooled inside your panties from the ways her eyes watched you, before she began to sculpt your perfectly sweet figure as she, your mistress, loved to call it.
A moment ago, she had asked you to fix your hair – you were in the middle of doing so, still being watched by her.
Then suddenly, her finger hooks under your chin and she sets the mirror down on the edge of the seat. She tugs her finger up carefully and you stand from your seat – but Nerdanel leans down quick enough to kiss your lips and you stumble back down to the chair, never expecting the kiss.
Her firm hands find your hips then fell them down to your ass, squeezing harshly and pulling you up again.
Clumsily, you trip forward against her, but Nerdanel steadies you. She leads you towards the small bedroom she had built into her workplace. . .specifically for you.
The back of your knees meet with the edge of her bed and you sit back into the soft mattress. Nerdanel pulls back for a moment to release herself off her apron, then her soft blouse, leaving herself in her trousers for you.
You lean forward and kiss her freckled stomach, peppering kisses upwards while you unbutton her trousers and pull them down to her ankles – it wasn’t usual for Nerdanel to let to you take the lead, so you were grabbing onto whatever you possibly could.
Nerdanel reaches down and untie your dress. She pushes its sleeves off your shoulders and eagerly pulls it down to your waist.
Then, with a hand on your shoulder – she pushes you down the bed and you easily move backwards atop of it so Nerdanel can pull that scarily thin dress from your hips.
She tosses it onto the foot of the bed and runs her hands up your thighs.
Nerdanel delivers a spank to the side of your ass. Then with a swift wave of her hand she pushes aside whatever pencils and sketchbooks containing erotic drawings of you from the bed – ending them toppling down to the floor.
You move further backwards onto her bed and Nerdanel climbs on. She begins at your knees, parting your thighs slowly as she moves up your body. . .slowly.
Nerdanel nips at your inner thighs – sucking at your skin and running her tongue up anywhere she could.
Her hands find your ass again and she lifts you up from the bed momentarily – so she could nudge her nose against your clothed clit. She grins at your muffled whimper and nips at your hip teasingly.
She peppers wet kisses up your stomach and up to the valley of your breasts.
Her hands on your ass move up your body and find the ties of your bra – taking it off and tossing it somewhere behind her. She gropes your breasts with both hands and moans appreciatively.
Nerdanel pinches your nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
Her grin widens.
“My sweet. . .look how wonderful you are. . .under me.”
Your mistress muses and plays with your tits in her hands – massaging them thoroughly and tugging at your nipples.
She straddles your hips and rolls them forward slightly to rub her clothed pussy against your thigh.
Nerdanel pushes your breasts together and leans down to flick her tongue across each of your nipples.
She kisses your breasts and then your painfully erect nipples – making you shudder. Her lips wrap around one of your buds, suckling at you and raking her teeth against you.
Your back lifts from the bed, pushing your breasts further against Nerdanel’s face as you moan out.
Her free hand gropes your tit – her thumb having a particularly enjoyable time playing with your nipple.
“Does it feel good? When I touch you, my sweet little assistant?”
She asks – looking up at you.
You hum out in response – because you can’t manage any real words.
Nerdanel grins at your incapacity and switches breasts.
Her saliva cools your other nipple in her mouth’s wake. Her other hand takes hold of one of yours and brings it up to your breast – making you fondle yourself.
The speed of her hips quicken and Nerdanel’s lips release from your nipple to moan out – her exhale warm against your skin.
She straightens herself and moves to sit on your lower stomach – detaching her cunt from your thigh.
She reaches back and unties her own bra.
Your cheeks and ears become warm, a flustered mess as her tits push against your face when Nerdanel leans down and kisses your forehead.
“You can touch mommy’s breasts, my sweet doll – do not be shy.”
She utters against your forehead – then sitting up and running her hands up your chest.
Mommy. . .that was new, but you certainly were not against it.
You reach up and press your hands to her breasts like she asked – your fingers squeezing around them and making Nerdanel moan out.
Her hips begin rolling forward against your stomach – as she craves friction once more.
She squeezes your tits again – paying special attention to your hardened buds.
Her hand reaches down between the two of you and pulls your panties down your legs.
Cold fingers press against your bare cunt and a small smile form on Nerdanel’s lips at the shudder that runs through your body at the contact.
She draws wide circles against your clit – her middle finger slowly entering and exiting your hole. She traces your opening with the pad of her finger while her free hand plays with your hair.
“You’re truly beautifully pretty, Y/N. . .”
She says – looking down at your naked body.
Her fingers release their hold on your hair and she runs her fingers through the valley of your breasts – all while you squirm below her.
“So perfect. These beautiful breasts and your young body. By the Valar, even at your age, I never looked like this. . .”
“You’re. . . beautiful too, Nerdanel.”
you manage to say through your whimpers.
She smiles at that – but her thoughts are indiscernible.
“Come here, sweet one.”
Nerdanel purred as she pulled and sat straight against the headboard - then gently you and guides you into her lap without any kind of resistance from you.
You fidget in her lap.
“I will kiss you, alright - my sweet little assistant?”
You did not even wait for her - instead surges forward to crash your lips against hers plump awaiting lips.
Nerdanel lets out a little surprised noise before she kisses you back properly - she moved her lips against yours and rested her hands on your hips.
She lets you lead for a bit -well that is until you do get a bit too bold for her liking - which causes she grips your hips harder as a warning.
She was in charge, not you - and she was going to make that very clear.
Without wasting a moment later - she dominates the kiss.
You tangle your fingers in her bright red hair - pulling off the little clip that held her hair and tossed it somewhere - neither of you caring where it went.
When you pull away it is because you need to breathe - your chest is heaving and you’re a little dazed.
Nerdanel coos and reaches up to cup your face.
“Do you need a little break, sweetheart, hm? Why, mommy’s girl does look a bit flustered.”
She was teasing you - with one finger tracing your bottom lip - her her hand pinching one of your sweet nipples.
“I’m not–”
You say - grumbling in pleasure and pain.
It was then Nerdanel pushing a thumb into your mouth.
Instantly - you sucked softly on her thumb, which had been the right decision when she hums in approval.
The two of you easily fall into this rhythm - like you were meant for each other.
You both knew exactly what the other wanted and you’d do anything to please her while she’d do anything to keep you happy.
You sat there naked on her thighs as she played with you - sucking sweetly on her thumb.
“We’ve had a long day, sweetness? You did so well sitting still and pretty for me - you deserve a reward, don’t you?”
You nod, looking at her pleadingly and whining softly.
“What is it, hmm?”
Nerdanel pulls her thumb out - you chase after it slightly until you realize that maybe she wants you to speak.
Your breath catches in your throat though - when her other hand trails down and cups your cunt.
“Do you want me to touch you again - is that it?”
“Mistress, please!”
You whimper.
Nerdanel greedily gropes at your breasts again for a moment.
“So pretty . . .”
she mumbles - leaning in to kiss and mark your sweet neck with her teeth.
You moan softly and you clutch at her sweater.
Nerdanel’s hands on you feel better the more and more she touched you.
She’s not too rough - but she’s not too soft either. She touches you with the perfect amount of force that makes your head spin.
“You make things so hard for mommy, sweetheart. It’s like you’re trying to torture me.”
Nerdanel cooed - her eyes greedily taking you in.
“I just like to look nice for you, mommy. Is that wrong?”
She didn’t answer - instead pulled you into a kiss.
Her hands find themselves on your hips again - as her tongue finds its way into your mouth, gaining dominance over you once again.
Your hands were in her red hair again.
Her hands push in between the both of you - her fingers ghosting over your slit again - you gasp filling her ears with music.
Her eyes open - to see your reaction.
“Please. . .”
You whine - your hands now dropping to her shoulders.
“Shh, mommy will give you what you want, sweet one.”
She said - once again beginning to rub circles against your clit - hears you’re all whimpers and whines as she continues.
Her other hands plays with your nipples once again - playing your body to her desire.
“Please, mommy. . .”
You whimper pathetically
It seemed she takes pity on you as she pushes two fingers into your drooling hole.
Nerdanel curses under her breath and lips her lips
“By the valar. . . mommy’s girl so wet? Is this all for me?”
She smirked.
You nod - desperately wanting her to move her fingers.
“Yes mommy!”
You attempt.
Before you can bounce on her fingers - she begins thrusting her fingers in and out.
In an angle that forced - the heel of her palm to press against your clit.
You bite down on your bottom lip - as you break into a moaning mess.
“That’s it, my sweetness.”
Nerdanel breathes - taking in the sight in front of her with eager eyes as your breasts move and jolt in front of her face perfectly.
Then suddenly - she had pinned down again - one hand instantly holding your wrists together - the other still pumping two fingers in and out of you.
“You take my fingers so well.”
She praises - curling her fingers inside of you.
You reward and respond her with a particularly high pitched moan and she immediately pulls out - delivering a nice slap to your aching pussy - causing your knees to try and close and a cry of pain and pleasure to leave your lips.
But she did not allow it - holding them down too, before diving to fingers into you again - recommencing that perfect pace.
Something about having you like this drives Nerdanel wild.
Being able to hear your moans and cries - the expression on your face makes her almost spins her head with desire.
Her mouth finds your breasts again - sucking them and biting down on them hard.
“Nerdanel!”
You moan loudly - when she simultaneously grinds the heel of her palm against your clit and presses against the sensitive spot inside you.
Hearing her name - causes her to pull out again and deliver another firm slap to your pussy.
Nerdanel coos to the sound of your sweet cries.
“That will be mommy, do not forget that, sweet one!”
She warned - her fingers once again drilling into you.
She was teasing you close to that - making you chase it before you blinding you with an aching pleasure only to start again.
“Shh- Mommy’s got you, sweetheart. Be a good little girl for mommy.”
She said - picking up the pace of her fingers and sucking at your breasts again.
She releases your wrists - and guides your hand in between your bodies to her pussy.
Your fingers ghosting over her causes her to moan.
Feeling powerful - your fingers encircle her clit all the while he fingers pump in and out of you.
She was already soaking because of you - so you instantly push in two fingers into her, carrying the pace she had over you.
She lifts to meet your lips - kissing you passionately as you each moved to the perfect rhythm the two of you created.
The two of you muffle your moans as you fasten the pace together.
“Come now, make a mess for mommy”
Nerdanel’s words tip you over the edge with the help of her skilled fingers - she had guided you through your orgasm.
That the sight of you - she came seconds later all over your fingers.
The both of you were breathing hard - her weight still on you.
Your droopy eyelids keep closing on their own accord - because the exhaustion slowly starts taking over the both of you.
Though - just before you can drift off into sleep - your felt Nerdanel’s hand reaches over to hold yours - and her tired voice breaks the serene silence:
“Im very happy you're the one by my side, my sweet little assistant. . .”
Can I please request a headcannon for the Feanor and his son x reader who is a medic. Any scenarios you’d like! But if you want ideas maybe they are watching their s/o heal someone or their s/o is rushing around them because they are hurt and the reader is scolding them for getting hurt and kissing their wounds.
Feanorians With Their Worrying and Caring Medic Reader
characters feanorians x gn readers
fandom tolkien- the silmarillion
a/n idk about this - hope you like it though :)
warnings slightly suggestive
FEANOR
Feanor knew you would be rushing around him and scolding him for getting injured – again. He prepared himself for it as he made it down your medical wing. He rolled his eyes at the initial yelling you gave him – but still dressed the wound. You had made a whole ordeal – saying you would never dress his wounds again – if he continued, but that was never true, you should know as you just said for the umpteenth time now but still took the supplies and carefully examined his wounds. He knew trying to explain to you that working in the forges came with accidents – but you couldn’t look past the worry and love for him. It’s because he knew that he smirked. A prideful gleam in his eyes – and pulled you by your wrist to his lap – he traces a hand over your jawline – possessively and says “dearest, nothing I have encountered or will encounter will be life threatening – and if there was to be that fate, I can trust these hands. . .only I know what they are capable of” – he wraps his hands around your hands and kisses and bites your neck softly – pushing you down on the bed.
VALINOR MAEDHROS
Mae looked at his injury for a long time – he was wondering if he should treat himself or risk an earful from you. But he decided to do the right thing and approached your medical wing. You initially smiled – and it broke his heart because he knew he was about to make that disappear. When you saw his injury it dropped - your eyes widened. You screamed his name and rushed over to him – it started there – ‘What were you thinking? Don’t you know you would get hurt? You never listen to me! Mae, you’re hurt! I told you to be careful? Why do you always do this!’ – You rushed around him – scared and worried about the blood he was losing. You violently grabbed your supplies giving out to him. “Am alright. . .” he tried to whisper. “No you’re not! – You always say you’re fine, when you’re not!” You gritted – and started dressing his wound carefully. “Stop, trying to be so strong in front of you. . . – let me know your pain and let me help you.” You said – but Mae only smiled weakly and kissed your forehead.
MAGLOR
He knocked on your door carefully – it was a rhythmic knock or a secret code between the two of you – and you would instantly know it’s the other. Maglor knew there was no avoiding this – so he took whatever you were about to give him. He greeted you with a smile – despite the pain or the fact you started screaming at him the minute you saw him. Maglor only listened to your rants and scolding - he never said a word. But you would stop when you began to dress the wound – a permanent scowl from concentration on your face. He would either try to kiss it or massage it away – or both. You might tell him to lay off – but it wouldn’t stop him. Maglor doesn’t give up – we know this – so you would give up and let him melt away the scowl or frown – he’ll hum to get rid of the headache or migraine he knows you’re having because of him – “Forgive me, my love for worrying you. . . - Am alright. . . your tender care and concern has healed me. It’s alright now, melda. . .” – he would caress your cheek. He’s the master of words – Maglor knows how to calm you down – and escape from another earful.
CELEGORM
As a hunter he's used to having cuts and scrapes on him - but what he isn't used to is having someone worry over him and panicking over something minor. Your scolding and worries - would only fill him with pride. He adores knowing a little cut on his arm or leg would have you running over to him and shower him with your worries and affections. He wouldn't care about whatever you're talking about - it's in one ear and out the other. Celegorm would have his hands on you at all times - you can't escape his grip even if you wanted to - so make sure your supplies are close by when you're dealing with his wounds - “Kitten, let me show you what can really satisfy the pain than some herbs. . .” - he'll attack with kisses and climb over you - hands above your head. I don't need explain anymore, do I? -We know where this is going ;)
CARANTHIR
Oh Cara - this red faced baby wouldn't know what to say or do. He would stare at his hands, emotionless when you scold him - running around him to dress his wounds. Sparring can get all sorts of nasty cuts and wounds - he's used to it and treating his own wounds, but what he isn't used to is having someone run around him, worried or stressed. At first, he would get angry or annoyed - mainly because he doesn't understand why you're fussing over something so little. But when he learns it's because you care about him - he wouldn't know how to react. He may or may not mumble a small apology - depending if or not there's someone within earshot. Once you have finished - he'll slowly rub or draw circles on your hands - this is something he learnt from you, it's how you calm him down after his anger has gotten the best of him. Am a stronger believer on Cara picking up your habits in these type of situations - he watches and learns how you calm him down - then replicates if you ever need them from him. Personally speaking - am someone who cries after getting angry or stressed - if you're anything like me in front of Cara, he would panic. He's dealt with almost anything in life - but seeing his beloved cry would put him in a frizzy. He hates seeing you cry - it breaks his heart - so hesitantly he reaches for you and wrap his arms around you - “Melda. . . it's alright. . . look, am OK. Do not cry, my love.”
CURUFIN
OK with Curufin - there's no definite outcome, it can be either having a screaming session with him or an intense make out session. But you never know which one. This is mainly because he hates it when you stress over a minor accident he had in the forges. Curufin is tired of explaining to you it's part of it. He gets angry because you don't understand - or don't see how important it is to him - even if he has to undergo some pain. Other times, he's hot and bothered because of your sharp eyes and heavy breathing - shouting and running around him stressed. Curufin would stop you in from dressing his wound and pull you by your neck into a possessive kiss - “Y/N, what do you think you're doing?”
AMROD
Sometimes with the pranks - he and his twin will get into a lots of trouble. You would know you he was hurt from a shy smile - hiding behind your door. He knows you'll be yelling at him when he saw he was injured - Amras would tease nonstop until he reaches you, then run when he sees you. “It was an accident” - he would say when you glare at him. Then - before things so south he adds “Awe, don't pout” or “Awe, is my beloved angry?” - he might start squishing, pinching and poking your cheeks - distracting you from the dressing. Sometimes he distracts you so much - you accidentally dress the wrong arm or limb. He would throw his head back and laugh and teases you further - “Am I that handsome to you forget what you're doing?” - if you say he distracted you, he'll wink and say “I know” - he'll crack a smile out of eventually.
AMRAS
The youngest are always the devils - right? - When Amras gets injured - he'll act like baby so you wouldn't scold him. But he when sees that doesn't work and you're about to scold him - he'll quickly start tickling you until you're out of breath and forget what you were about to say to him. For Amras - anything and everything is always fun and games - he's ready to tickle you if you ever get angry with him - or scold him about something. He doesn't like to be scolded - the only person tickling won't work is probably on his parents (Nerdanel especially - I doubt Feanor wanted to deal with their pranks or stupidity lmao) - or any of his brothers, except Armod - it's a full proof plan until they're involved. With you, however - he's easily able to get a lot of laughs and giggles out - followed by some sweet kisses. It's also his way of showing he's completely fine - especially if he's able to chase you to tickle you - “See? Am alright you were worried for nothing. - You don't realize how strong your beloved is!”
CELEBRIMBOR
Now Tyelpe - he'll the opposite of this father. He's understanding and caring. He sometimes finds it overwhelming because of you stressing over his wounds - because he hasn't had anyone to worry about for a long time. He was used to being alone. Your care and worries remind him of his mother and sometimes he tears up - so most of the time he hugs you tightly. It's his way of making sure you're real and alive. These are the moments he'll be most vulnerable around you - he'll take in your scolding and care without a word- because he needs someone like you in his life - he's gotten used to it and he likes it - he needs it. Tyelpe loves being close to you like this - “Am sorry for worrying you, my love. I promise to be more careful next time” - he may or may not because honestly speaking he loves having these moments with you - and he's willing to go under pain for that. It's the only time he can forget the world around him and be in your arms.
a/n from the imagine here I sent into @imagine-all-the-elves but unfortunely went in as anon for some reason - dealing with a lot angst lately I thought to put into words XD. thank you @theladyvanya for your feedback on this one as well as the amazing title ;)
warnings angst, no comfort
With the pristine white veil now over your face, you awaited your call. Your dress carefully chosen and handcrafted by the finest craftsmanship of the Teleri, decorated in silver and complimented your figure.
Your eyes twinkled and your lips stretched into a smile. The day when you would finally wed your beloved Maitimo was here, with nothing to stop you. From the early dawn you prepared yourself, wanting to look no less than perfect to your beloved Maitimo.
With your hair braided into intricate and exquisite patterns, you awaited sitting in front of the mirror, holding the bouquet of Teleri flowers in your hands.
But that was this morning - before the news of all that of the Nolder was delivered to you by your maia friend that rushed through into your chambers with teary eyes. Then slowly, with every word delivered to you, the twinkle of your eyes dulled and disappeared, replacing itself with tears and the smile that your wore crumbled away and sobs now escaped your lips.
You had run out, not caring to even adorn your feet with slippers or boots as you ran to your beloved Nolder prince - ignoring every pain that infested your body, as your bare feet suffered sharp edges of the rocks and rubble it had to endure because of your running. Your body shaking with every cry of heartache.
Your heart was beating erratically - it was drowning out every other voice that desperately called after you as you ran. It was only the words screaming your head and your painfully beating heart that you could hear.
Meldanya. . .
Please, no - let it be not true.
It cannot be true !
No please, it cannot be true.
Please, please !
Maitimo
Your feet lazily and hastily climbed the steps, not caring for the amount of eyes casted on you as you watched upon the ner who was supposed to be your beloved stand in front of his respected father - with his head bowed in submission.
Maitimo. . .
You wanted to call out. . . but your voice died in your throat when the crown prince, now King of the Nolder spoke of his oath, in order to reclaim what was once his in front of the Valar without fear and utter dedication, holding no hesitance that made you shiver.
The very rocks Maitimo had worriedly talked to you about many nights ago as he lay on your lap and welcomed your fingers into his hair as you gently brushed it.
Your whole body froze - unbreathing for a second as the ner you were supposed to marry suddenly raised his silver blade in submission to the oath. Your hands that were still holding onto the bouquet of white and blue orchids suddenly heavy and slipped through your fingers, landing on the ground near your feet.
It seemed the voices and yells that disappeared as Maitimo - No ! Nelyafinwë - turned to see you. Your eyes met and the sapphire color of your supposed groom blinked in horror and disbelief as he saw you.
You could only imagine what you looked like; tear dried face and unblinking wide eyes. . .unbreathing as you looked at him in utter betrayal with the ends of your pristine white wedding dress ripped and dirted.
Your eyes were unblinking as a stray tear caressed down your cheek and he gulped at the sight.
Your body begged to release the sobs you were holding in - the unshed tears that gathered in your eyes weighing as if it was a tidal wave.
Nelyafinwë stepped towards you for a moment, but as soon as he did his name was called over his shoulder - his father’s voice loud and stern.
Slowly you shook your head - almost silently begging him not to leave you. But he did not. . .-he could not pay heed to your words and turned away from you, wincing at the startled and unbelieving gasp that left your trembling lips.
The same lips he had kissed yesterday speaking of all and more, promising you nothing but your happiness and health as he held tenderly close - but now he turned away throwing you into icy depths, where the once warmth you felt faded away into nothingness.
Especially when you had heard of how himself, along with his brothers and father had brutally murdered those of yours, leaving you bloodied and bruised.
Your white dress covered in the red blood of those your considered your kin and friends and your heart endlessly cried.
I’m so excited requests are open! Can I get a Feanor x reader smut where she is his second wife in middle earth and Feanor is trying to knock her up. Like the elf has 7 sons he’s gotta have a HUGE breeding kink. Thanks!
Fill You Up
characters feanor x female reader
fandom tolkien- the silmarillion
a/n I hope you enjoy:)
warnings smut, 18+, some dom and sub themes, breeding kink, dirty talk
It was no lie Feanor wanted children from you — he always spoke about finishing inside you until he was sure you were pregnant — and give him an 8th child.
You didn't know how this other sons felt about — but he constantly reminded this your decision. His ons were fully grown— they didn’t need to step into these matters.
It was almost 4 months after your marrige — Feanor wouldn't hold himself back anymore.
He would see filled with his cum — heavy with his child — the sooner the better as you were only a mere human.
So that’s how Feanor's lips came to press against your neck— the minute you entered your shared chambers, your husband was on and against you.
You to exhale with a shaky breath
You squealed— and Feanor only chuckled with a predatory gaze.
Less than a second afterwards, he kept sending gentle shocks of pleasure— again and again —down your spine.
Your hands suddenly in his hair — when he planted wet kisses from your throat up towards your little ear and took in between his teeth.
The gentle shivers turned into vast sensitive need —and you pressed your body harder against him.
“oh little wife. . . — you and I are not leaving this room— not until my seed is fastened deep inside”
His hot breath fanned against your ear— Feanor ran his hand over your stomach— he was already imagining it round and healthy — carrying his child.
“Yes. . . Please.”
You were barely able to finish your words because Feanor lips quickly kissed you— hard and passionate.
Your elven wasted no time in removing all the —ridiculous amounts— of clothing you were wearing.
Feanor didn't wait to loosen the knot— he literally ripped the offending material of your body— until you in nothing but your silky underdress — that barely clung to your body.
He out a low predatory growl— taking you in and smirked when you're deciding if or not you should hide yourself.
But Feanor's hand quickly sneaked under it and bunched it up around your hips— before he decided to go higher and bunch it a little above you waist.
He ran this hands over your thighs— mewled under him.
He cupped you breast through the scarily thin material— Feanor tweaked your nipples in between his thumb and forefinger.
you moaned softly and your back arched to the touch.— you bit your lips.
He drove you insane.
Your legs quickly spread— so your husband could easily and comfortably fit in between them.
Feanor grabs your thighs — and quickly wrapz them around his waist. You whined at the lose — from the pleasurable touch to your hardened needy nipples.
“feanor, please.”
You mewled your husband’s name— begged when you felt his hardness against your mound.
Feanor led you to the bed — and he quickly pushed you down to it. He grabbed your jaw and kissed you senseless.
He took off your underdress in response— and pressed your chests together— he pushed a little bitnof his weight on you.
Your husband he kissed you again — your tongues danced and he grinded his hips against you.
The heavy weight of him spreading your awaiting folds apart and the tip bumping teasingly against your clit.
Only a slow rocking movement— oh he was teasing you.
He smirked as the desperate sound from you— then when you clung on his shoulder, to try and pull him closer, Feanor felt pride.
“I’ll fill you up— completely and fully— and nothing will escape this—. . . This is mine ”
He growled — while he cupped your pussy.
Your husband hovered over you— determined.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Yes— all yours!”
he leaned on one hand and the other stroked your cheek— admiringly.
“That's my little human. . .”
he proclaimed.
Feanor attacked your neck and shoulders — littering hickeys and marks ar his wake.l.
Then— he angled it your entrance— with a peak on your lips.
Then— without warning Feanor immediately pushes himself in– he groaned at the sound of you and how good you felt wrapped around him.
Feanor loved at the first taste of your warmth and tightness— you were so good for him — taking him so well.
at the stretch of your walls you gasped — then dug your nails into ellon’s back.
Feanor hand's tangled in your hair.
Feanor quickly rolls his hips— he already started at a fast pace made your eyes roll back into your head..
“that's it little wife — keep going. . .— you take me so well” he said.
Feanor watched your mouth fall open— a moan and and loud cry— when he circles your clit with his fingers.
Your hips roll with his — you try to keep up with the speed he was pushing in and out you— your shortened breaths mingle together.
You hold his shoulders for your dear life— when he starts pounding into you with a mad desire.
you were mesmerized — with by every inch of your beloved’s maddened feral lustful face.
Even more because you were the cause of it.
“Feanor!”
There was the high pitched warning — Feanor was waiting for— when your chest was rising and falling fast with every breath.
“Fill me, please.”
Every word that rolled from your tongue— and his tongue showed how truly how much you were utterly desperate to carry for him.
You were close to the edge of your release.
Feanor pulled you by your hair —and kissed your brutally and passionately.
The wave of pleasure drinking you both.
You tried to ride it out for as long as possible with his help.
you threw your head back and arched your back with a contented sigh
You let out a range of cries — Feanor railed into you faster— when with one final heavy thrust.
Your eyelids fluttered shut — he empties himself fully into your still pulsing hole– shooting his seed inside you with a low growl.
When hides his face in the crook of your neck— he bites the skin possessively and stays inside you for a while longer. .
The last thing you remember before blanking out the intense orgasm was Feanor— whispering of how he can’t wait see you carry a child in your womb— make you completely his.
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𒄬 You know the way the when elves get married their fëar bind together– so think about it when Nerdanel and Fëanor married.
𒄬 He had the spirit of fire and it probably burned and consumed (dont know that is the right word to use but anyways) her fëa. Nerdanel always felt a burning feeling inside her afterwards – but that time it didn’t feel like something that hurts her, rather a warm nestling feeling like turning the fire against the cold. Keeping each other safe.
𒄬 It only hurt when they fought before he went to reclaim the silmarills! – then their souls divided because they divorced, so Nerdanel kept feeling cold at the oddest times because she was so used to feeling his burning fëa – and Fëanor’s burned uncontrollably because her fëa was no longer their to keep it calm and under control – his fire always desired to burn something and keep it close but once that was gone it maddened him further and his fire was out of controlled so that is why perhaps he himself combusted into flames?
What about headcanons of the Feanorians walking in on their S/O singing and dancing alone? 👀
characters feanorians x gn readers
fandom tolkien- the silmarillion
a/n here you are hun i hope you like it @eldritch-dad
warnings celegorm -lmao what do you expect? Some very light nswf for the others
FEANOR
With Feanor seeing you dancing and singing— he would take a seat and watch you. He would watch you intensely until you can FEEL that stare on you. If you turn into a flustered mess and stop, he would tease or even — "Oh— don't stop on my account, dearest. You looked rather divine." He would get and snake his arm around your waist slowly— so he gets to feel —and move you to the way he desires— your body would be fleshed up against his body— face inches apart and gaze into your eyes. He loves seeing you get all flustered and looking away as he holds you and dancing like this. He would ask you to sing the song again — and delights when you stutter sometimes — he loves he has this effect on you — even when it's just dancing.
PRE-ANGBAND MAEDHROS
When Mae walks into seeing you in your own world— humming a tune or singing to yourself and freely moving— for a second he'll forget how to breathe—you looked so beautiful and mesmerizing to him. He would lean against the door frame and just watch you for a few more minutes— then he would slowly make his way to you and gently take your hands in his hand from behind— pull your back against his front and sway the both of you to the beat of the song you're singing to, a little spin here or there— “You look breathtaking, my love. Let me join you. . .” — he would place a tender kiss on your hair or forehead and place your head on his chest.
MAGLOR
He’s all about class when it comes to singing or dancing — he would probably hear you first. Then— follow the sound of your voice, like you’re a siren and he’s your prey— but the second he sees you the roles get reversed. Maglor would creep up so quietly— he would surprise you a little. He’ll sing the same song— adding his own edge to it and then make you come into his arms— slowly like he’s putting you under a spell with his voice. It would be slow and almost magical they way you dance — he'll lead you into steps you never knew before and you won’t have to be afraid because he’s moving you - you would feel like you’re floating and he puts all the work into it. He won’t say anything- just sing and keeps eye contact with you throughout the dance.
CELEGORM
If you plan on getting caught singing or dancing by Celegorm — I wish you good luck and I hope you know what you’re getting yourself in to. When Celegorm sees you dancing and singing to yourself as if no ones watching— he’s going to have the biggest smirk on his face — watching you move and stretch — stirring his desires awake very easily. He would stalk over to you like predator and instantly pull you into his arms and keeping you pressed against him— hearing you yelp would only delight him turn him on further. “Looks like my kitten wants to dance. . . Hmm — I’ll show something more fun” - he would insist on you to keep singing as he starts kissing your neck — brutalizing it and running his hands over you sensually — miss a beat or mess up, he’ll tease you without mercy— except a few spanks too — the both of you either end up in bed or he takes you against the nearest wall — probably the latter.
CARANTHIR
Oh this baby —when he sees you dancing and singing alone, he would shyly stand near the door and watch you. You would need to coax him into dancing, he would say no and deny it several times, but pay no need, it’s all an act— it’s not something he always enjoyed because there’s a lot of closeness and touching involved that’s either too overwhelming— or he thinks it’s unnecessary. But the minute he holds you close and he started to understand why couples like to dance. Cara would pull you closer without thinking — expect him to blush a lot at this. He might grow a little stiff — but a single caressing touch or a little more singing can relax his muscles — slowly but surely he’ll start swaying you side to side. Poor Cara would die on the inside— if you decide to place your head on his chest. With Cara when it comes to dancing, everything is just slow and tender; he would breathe in your scent- it’s just the both of you dancing — alone, as if the rest of the world melted away.
CURUFIN
With Curufin, am afraid— you have to do most of the dancing by yourself. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy it— he doesn’t like to be seen doing something so lovey dovey and look weak—even in front of you and it’s nothing productive either. Curufin would just like to watch you dance— maybe tap the rhythm. But if you keep insisting— pleading with him— he might or might not crack a little— depending on his mood and the type of day and take a few steps with you, but that would be it. Afterwards, he might even hold you or hold your hand, but nothing more - if he’s really feeling it - he might take the act to the bedroom - where things can get productive.
AMROD
For Amrod to see you dancing and singing — it would have to be in the evening or just before bed — a time when he's away from his schedule and has some free time. He would stand there — under the spell of your beauty — it would take him a moment to recover because you’re looking like an angel to him. Amrod would be there like — ‘Oh my Eru, that’s my lover!’ — like he can’t believe how lucky he is. You would have to turn around and tease him — for him to break free of the trance and run into your arms — he would instantly spin you around with him— “If you wanted to dance with me — you should have just said so.” — wink — oh he will try to turn this around— and make you a flustering mess — only fair he gets his revenge — time for him to hypnotize you.
ARMAS
When Amras sees you dancing and singing without him — he'll immediately run up and scoop you into his arms and spin you around —you wouldn't get the time to react, it happens all too quickly. One minute you're in your own world dancing alone to your own song, the next you're suddenly lifted off the ground and spun around. A lot of laughing and giggling — “We're dancing? — why didn't you tell me? I want to dance too!”
CELEBRIMBOR
Unlike his father — Celebrimbor would love to dance with you and isn't afraid to show it. He'll be a little shy — however. The last time he danced was years ago — when he was a little elfling standing on his mother's feet as she took careful gentle steps. When he seeing you on your own, like that — he dearly misses his mother, it reminds of how she used to sing and dance like there was no one else in the room. You have to slowly pull him towards you — take the first few steps until he learns to lead and dance with you — quietly humming to the song you're singing too. As shy as he is— he isn't afraid to pull you closer and rest his chin on the top of your head and step side to side swaying you gently — with all the chaos in his life you truly are his one source of peace and happiness.
