#curufin smut

[doodle-pops]

Modern AU: Sugar Daddy | He Gives Me All His Money

Headcanon: Feanor, Curufin, Fingolfin, Turgon, Gil Galad, Glorfindel

A/N: A continuation of my modern AU series. Got a bit bored with doing the CEO AU for all the characters since it was repetitive. This is what happens when I get smacked all week by the NSFW stick and listened to Sugar Daddy by Herbie. These were super long, so more content to enjoy.

Warning: smut, mentions of breeding and impregnating

Feanor

↬ He’s stern like his son when it comes to the contract signed between you both and doesn’t like the idea of breaking it for anything. He understands that it’s his job to take care of you and provide all your wants and needs but he does demand things in return.

↬ Feanor isn’t going to outrightly tell you that he’s lonely and missing the comforts of his wife, but he’ll demand that you give him quality time. His best way of quality time is travelling around the world and going to events — being between the sheets and taking out his loneliness on you.

↬ Being the owner of the largest and most successful jewellery company, you are going to be decked out in the finest jewellery his company has to offer. Only the best for his baby girl/boy and he wants you in the finest wear as well.

↬ You have you own set of credits cards that always feel hot and heavy in your pockets. He does expect you to not worry about the price of things because he can afford.

↬ Not so serious about whether you’re doing well in your studies or job since in the beginning he’s focused on him. Later, as the relationship progresses, he will crack down on your achievements, wanting to know your area of expertise.

↬ Proud to show you off and does not hide the fact that he’s seeing someone new and younger. It’s his way of making it clear that despite having seven children, he can still perform and has what it takes to be an eligible bachelor again.

↬ Possessive and makes you wear necklaces and rings with his initials, furthermore, a big fan of PDA and will sneak into your changing room while the assistant is outside to fuck. Can, will and he did finger you at a family dinner while having a stare-down with his brother who knew what was taking place and was disgusted.

↬ The first time he took you to bed, he had you questioning if he was the age he carried and how could he still perform so well. Pillowtalks were always a challenge with Feanor because he’s Mr I Have Too Much Pride and ‘I Don’t Need To Talk About My Feelings, I’m Fine’.

↬ Another sugar daddy who obviously has a breeding kink and talks about there being room for more. If you have seven children, you don’t need more. Try telling that to him, it earned you being in bed for a whole day and calling in sick.

Curufin

↬ He’s very serious about the contract the both of you have signed when it comes to him being your sugar daddy. You give him good grades and passing, and he rewards you with all the splendid jewellery from his company and trips around the world.

↬ For him, the contract holds a lot of weight in the intimacy department, and he gives that when you perform well in your studies/work or when he’s in the mood.

↬ He’s not really one to look for a relationship while being your sugar daddy, it’s strictly business and intimate pleasure without the personal feelings, so don’t expect to have pillowtalks or personal conversations when he takes you out for dinner.

↬ Very private about his life, the most you got out from him is that he has six brothers and a son to his first and only wife. Made you understand why he was willing to be your sugar daddy — he was lonely and yearned for company but didn’t know how to outrightly say it.

↬ He loves to take you out on dinners though, mostly to show you off and grant you extravagant gifts before taking you back to his house and making your legs shake. You learned that despite his stoic and grumpy persona, he was well-performing in bed, and you didn’t have to question anything.

↬ Very dominant and would never allow you to take control EVER. He’s into pet play and does have a collar made for you whenever his baby acts out of turn. Can and he will drag you off in the middle of a dinner party to fuck you but doesn’t allow you to cum and then leaves you stuffed and unsatisfied for the rest of the night until you reach home.

↬ Love, love, love to spank you and loves to use you to take his frustration out on since he isn’t into pillow talk and whatnot.

↬ Loves to have you were his jewellery when he’s taking you. Most of the time, you’re completely decked out in diamonds, emeralds and rubies while he’s folding you into the bed. Curufin does love it when you give him blowjobs wearing just his jewellery.

↬ As much as he spoils you, he adores you when you return the favour and spoil him intimately. Dress in lingerie for him, let him have his way with you and give him that special comb blowjob, maybe you can call him ‘daddy’ and watch how he’ll rethink a few changes in his contact.

Fingolfin

↬ A sugar daddy who loves to spoil his baby with anything and everything. Whatever you what, Fingolfin will get it for you as long as you ace your studies or work. Show him that you are performing and meeting the grading requirements he demands, and he’ll give you a good time.

↬ Will either pick you up from work/school himself or will send his chauffeur to bring you over whenever he has something in-store. You do have your own car because it was one of the first gifts he gave you along with a new house to live in because he couldn’t stand to have live in the condition he met you.

↬ He once brought you a necklace that had his initials on it and wished for you to wear it at a dinner party so everyone can see that you were his. Yes, he is possessive but not overly.

↬ Despite having four children, Fingolfin has the stamina of a bull and doesn’t let his age be a reason why he can’t perform in bed. Every session blows your mind (and back), and one round is never enough. Those sessions escalate whenever ‘daddy’ slips from your lips while he’s folding you into the bed like some wild animal.

↬ Very fond of having you on the receiving end of the pleasure but does not reject the offers to receive pleasure from you. Fingolfin adores it when you stop by and visit him in his office to give him a ‘surprise’. No shame in taking you to the couch or desk when he has a meeting in five minutes.

↬ The type to sit back in his chair with his first two buttons undone, whiskey in hand with sleeves rolled up as he watches you dance for him in the pretty lingerie he insists on you wearing tonight.

↬ When he’s in the mood, his ‘daddy kink’ flares up and causes him to fuck you like no tomorrow. He has an impregnation kink duh.

↬ He isn’t private nor open about his life, but somewhere in between. You learnt a bit about his family and his children, but that’s all he’ll ever let you know. He prefers to learn all he can about you from your childhood to your ambitions, and Fingolfin is extremely supportive of your aspirations.

↬ Dinners, trips, gifts, lingerie, fancy designer clothes and tuition paid are a part of his contract. He’s mostly a sugar daddy for the company because he gets quite lonely, so he does make moves to transition into a relationship if you are willing to go there.

↬ If you are a student, Fingolfin is highly intelligent, so he loves to help you study using very effective methods. Whenever you ace your revisions with him, rewards you with a nice long orgasmic fuck and when you get something wrong…well punishment is in store.

Turgon

He’s a cautious sugar daddy that sticks to the contract between you two. He isn’t looking for a relationship or anything, however, he does enjoy your presence and the company you give. Very academic, so expect some conversations in that area.

↬ Not overly fond of PDA but doesn’t mind holding your hand in public and having his arm around your waist when he takes you to dinner or any charity events. If he drank (not drunk, he’s sober), it loosens him up a teensy weensy little bit and the most he’ll do is give you a small kiss on your cheeks.

↬ Like everyone else, you bring in good grades and behaviour, he’ll reward you with gifts, trips, dinners and other materialistic items. It takes a long while for him to warm up to the idea of sharing himself intimately with you.

↬ It’s not like he doesn’t want to sleep with you, he does but a bit skittish with asking you to lie with him. The most he’d gravitate towards doing his sharing some steamy kisses.

↬ When he does, it’s a private matter. Behind closed doors and always executed in his home. Turgon would admit that he was afraid of being vulnerable when he grew to be intimate with you, but he learned that there was nothing to fear. The most being intimate with you did was remove any awkwardness between you both.

↬ Loves pillow talks and takes the moment to slowly let you know little tidbits about himself. Never thought that he’d enjoy sleeping with someone since his marriage ended with his wife years ago, and it revived his sex-sleeping drive.

↬ If you ever visit him while he’s working, the most he’ll let you do is give him a blowjob under the table. Despite being more open with your sex lives, he’s still private with the affections.

↬ He may not look like the type, but he's a gym buddy with a beautiful body and loves when you visit him during his workout session. He was the last person you would ever suspect hitting the gym.

↬ He’s the last one out of all the others to develop a breeding kink after seeing how pretty you look stuffed with his cum.

↬ Another person who loves to have you decked out in the finest wear and jewellery when he’s taking you. The sight of you looking so well-taken care of spurs him into overdrive. The urge to suddenly bask you in ultimate pleasure takes over and leads him into spending hours between the sheets.

↬ A big fan of bathtub sex, especially when there’s a romantic setting – flowers, candles, lighting, wine/champagne.

↬ As much as he attempts to repress his desire to sleep with you, he’s pleased when you don’t push him away and equally return the pleasure. He’s not entirely sure if he wants the relationship between you two to go any further but he knows that he’s enjoying the renewed contract between you two.

Gil Galad

↬ He’s a very fun-loving and enthusiastic sugar daddy who loves to spoil you whether you do a good job at your studies or not, but he prefers if you do. Gil Galad is more of a sugar daddy for the sake of looking for a relationship because he’s tired of being lonely.

↬ So as much as he’s spoiling you with all the jewellery and expensive trips around the world, he’s craving the personal intimacy of just spending time with you. He treats every moment with you as if you’re together officially and he hopes that one day you can see that.

↬ Gil Galad wants to hear all about your accomplishments and aspirations so he could push you to the limit and assist you with getting there. He doesn’t care how expensive the end result is, he’ll blow his bank account on you (he loves you).

↬ He really isn’t fond of using sex to get closer to you like other sugar daddies. Wait, let me explain — does he want to sleep with you, yes he does. But is it of great importance to him — not really on his list of priorities. So, he rather hear you confess your feelings to him and want to make the relationship intimate.

↬ When that happens he wouldn’t immediately jump into sleeping with you, by taking the opportunity to change the way he spoils you.

↬ A lot more affectionate, so more hand holding and kissing on the cheek or if you’re bold, he’ll pull you in for some hot kisses in public. He doesn’t mind PDA at all. A hand is always around your waist or shoulder, and he has the habit of playing with your bracelets and then giving them a kiss (slightly possessive).

↬ He is the type to rent out an entire boutique and then join you in the changing room for a quickie while you’re dressed and not caring about if the clothes you’re wearing get soiled. “I could buy this store and everything in it if you’re so worried about your clothes getting ruined, now do be a good girl/boy for me.”

↬ When Gil Galad does decide to be sexually intimate with you, hang on for a ride because he’s romantic and passionate at the same time. Call him ‘daddy’ like all the others and watch as he turns into a beast. He loves when you wear his shirt with his favourite lingerie underneath; it helps him to make you cripple.

↬ His sex drive is high since he’s repressed it for a long only wanting to sleep with you when things escalated and became meaningful. So, he’s tearing those sheets up when he finally has you. Be a good girl/boy for him and he’ll shower you with long orgasmic pleasure. Gil is a firm believer of whatever you give to him must be returned.

Glorfindel

↬ Glorfindel is your sugar daddy because he likes you and wants to impress you, and to him, it’s the only way to get closer to you. He does this by showing off his considerable wealth by buying you all the pretty things in life. Anything his baby wants his baby gets.

↬ He is keen on taking you to bed, but he wants to wait for you to give him the okay go. Aside from that, Glorfindel is fine with just taking care of you with the materialistic things in life. Buying you a pretty gown, taking you on trips to the Tropics, jewellery and funding all your tuitions or jobs. You need a new car? You got it. You need a house? Glorfindel might insist on you staying with him, but he’ll get you a house.

↬ Smooth and flirtatious daddy, who does not hesitate to flirt with you any chance he gets. Takes you to expensive dinners and rents out the entire restaurant so you two have privacy.

↬ Flowers every day are sent to you with a message attached and there are times he’d drop by to bring them and then take you to work. And then spends the entire ride sitting in his lap being fingered and him making some comment about how good girls get treated well.

↬ Glorfindel is a sweetheart but a meanie in bed and loves to make his baby girl/boy a teary, weeping mess, because if you’re not crying then he isn’t fucking you right. He wants you either in lingerie or nothing at all because either way, it’s coming off before the night is over. Has a thing for making you tell him what you want with specific detailing.

↬ Loves when you give him a little performance to show him how much you crave him and please, crawl over to him on your knees while he sits in his chair shirtless and in sweatpants. Glorfindel is a pretty boy, and he does love his praises, so give them to him while you beg him to fuck you.

↬ Leaves hickeys in obvious places for the world to see as he shows you off on his arms at an event. Then he drags you off mid-event to fuck in the luxury bathroom because he can’t stop admiring you and your fine ass. The sucker was dirty talking in your ear about all the things he wanted to do to you and turned himself on.

↬ Wants you in lace and satin lingerie and wearing his shirt while walking around his complex. He does enjoy doing little domestic things like cooking with you only to bed you over the countertop minutes later talking about how he prefers another type of meal.

↬ He is a young sugar daddy compared to the others so he is wholeheartedly jubilant and excited about everything you do and says — he worships the ground you walk on. Glorfindel also doesn’t mind settling down with you because he does like you.

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[kiatheinsomniac]

Hi :) your silm stuff is so hot - feeling silly for asking on anon but a girl is shy. Could i request reader x curufin with 9 of the smut prompt list? Maybe when they just got married in valinor, he strikes me as having to almost mechanically figure out what does it for his partner. Hoping you have a nice end of the year <3

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: The end of my year was great, thank you! I hope yours was too :)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Curufin x Reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 0.8k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: NSFW content, MDNI, smut, fingering, dry humping

Your sheer robe had been untied and was thrown open, the nightdress ridden up to your hips with how your thighs caged either side of Curufin’s ribs where he hovered above you. His lips were hot and needy against yours, his palms smoothing up and down the curves of your sides. 

This was familiar enough to things that you had done before, albeit without going any further, and you appreciated that he was trying to give you that sense of familiarity to soothe your anxieties. His hands roamed down to your hips, squeezing before a moan escaped your lips when he rolled his hips against yours, grinding against your clothed cunt with how your legs were parted to bring him as close as possible. 

“Is this ok?” He asked softly, lips grazing against yours. 

“Uh-huh.” Was all you could utter out with a nod of your head as you curled your arms further around his neck and tangled your fingers in his dark hair. 

“Good…” The word left his lips in a groan and his mouth met yours once more to swallow each of your sweet moans as he rocked his hips against yours, not caring in the slightest about how your wetness had seeped through your satin panties and was now staining the tight-fitting trousers he had yet to remove alongside his shirt which had been cast to the floor, bearing his toned torso to you. He was so tall and broad and you had always adored how he easily towered over you with his fëanorian stature but now it seemed so seductive as opposed to simply protective and it had you squeezing your thighs on either side of him, pushing your hips up in search of more friction. 

His lips left your mouth to pepper across your jaw and press against your neck, looking for the softest and most sensitive spots that had you tugging his hair and tilting your head back to allow him easier access. Deciding that you were prepped enough for now, his fingers slid down just a little further to the bows over your hips that were keeping your panties together. He appreciated your choice of undergarments being so easily accessible. Oh so slowly, he began to pull at the little bows, giving you enough time to say that you weren’t ready but you made no move to stop him and so the fabric fell loosely at your hips and you let out a soft moan when he pulled it away from your body, revealing the sheen of your wetness clinging to the material and your drooling slit to his hungry eyes. 

You looked away bashfully, cheeks warm with your shyness but your husband’s hands simply squeezed your thighs as he dipped his head down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. A muffled squeak escaped your mouth when his fingers swiped through your folds, pushing your wetness upwards and brushing over your clit, causing your body to jolt up towards his at the unexpected pleasure. 

“Does that feel good?” You bit down on your kiss-swollen lip and nodded your head, reaching down to guide his fingers back to your clit. He watched in awe as you puffed out your breaths and squirmed beneath him, one hand having left his hair to feel over the hills of his abs while your thighs squeezed his waist, legs wrapping around him to keep him close. His fingers dipped down further and in response to the whine you let out at the loss of stimulation, his thumb began to rub at you where his fingers had just been as he sank one finger slowly into you. 

“More! More, Kurvo, please.” You whined as you buried your face in his neck, tears building in your eyes at the foreign pleasure. Your hands remained tangled in his dark hair as he kissed his way across your collarbone and down to your right breast, licking a stripe over your hardened bud before his free hand came up to tease your other breast. 

“Is it good when I touch you here?” He asked and you meweled at the lewd sucking noise of his mouth upon your breast, paired with the noises of his fingers now pistoning into your sticky cunt. “Or maybe here?” You let out a cry of his name when his fingers curled up – a piece of advice from Celegorm earlier on in the evening – and he brushed against that spongy spot within you that had your toes curling in pleasure, able to only nod your head to spur him on. His hand and mouth switched breasts and he felt your body writhe beneath him, walls fluttering around his fingers and your moans resounded like a melody in his ears. You were too high on your orgasm to protest when his fingers removed from you and instead the blunt head of his throbbing cock pressed to your hole, smearing your wetness and his own precum over your messy pussy. “Hey…” He cooed, reaching up to cup your face so that he could press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you…”

“Love you too…” You breathed out and he could feel your legs tighten around his waist, beckoning him into your body. He knew with just one taste of you that he could easily grow addicted to having you like this, his sweet, beloved wife. 

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[lovefairymina]

Curufin, little Tyelpë has been whining about a younger sibling for a while now... how about we grant his wish?

“Another child, you say? Is it truly the wish of my son or simply a trick conjured to pull me into your temptation for hours between the sheets?” he muttered against your lips before swooping in to capture them in a chaste, yet, aggressive kiss before pulling back to gaze into your eyes. “Either way, I would be honoured to make the hours with you worth every second.”

#♡{sweet.kisses} ~ {curufin} #silm smut #silm imagines #curufin x you #curufin imagine #curufin x y/n #atarinkë #atarinke #curufinwe #curufinwë #feanorians #house of feanor #middle earth imagine

[last-capy-hupping]

Have two chapters of AWY, documenting parts one and two of Solstice Day, which my blorbos have decided is a very important day for smut, fluff, and family drama.

#silmarillion #maedhros #fingon #russingon #fanfic #silm au #modern au #sons of fëanor #nstf #fluff and love #smut #somehow still pining #fur children #nerdanel #celegorm #curufin #amrod and amras #aredhel #fingolfin #anaire #turgon #elenwe #argon

[elentarial]

A Dream of Fire (966 words) by Anonymous Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Curufin | Curufinwë/Curufin's Wife, Curufin's Wife & Fëanor | Curufinwë, Feanor | Curufinwe/Curufin’s Wife Characters: Fëanor | Curufinwë, Curufin | Curufinwë, Curufin's Wife Additional Tags: Cuckolding, Longing, Infidelity, Sort Of, Female Masturbation, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Feanor is Spirit of Fire for a reason, Prophetic Visions, Not Canon Compliant, Not LaCE compliant, Not Beta Read Summary: Curufin’s wife is tired of spending her evenings alone while he’s in the forge. She makes her own entertainment.

Guys, I think I’m addicted to the kink meme. I need some wholesome prompts. 🤣 But anonymous requester, this was a joy to write.

#curufin #curufin’s canonical wife #silmarillion #silm fic #feanorians #Fëanor #Silm kink meme #silm smut

[meadowlarkx]

Some March fic recs!

For Tolkien Fanfic Reading Month! Limiting myself to stories I read in March (but posted anytime). (header by Anna Zakharova on Unsplash)

picnic by @swanmaids - A bored and reckless Aredhel goes to Vána's orchards seeking adventure and has an experience. This lush and sexy fic feels like a warm summer afternoon. I love how seductive and eerie Vána is here!

Kiss and Marry by @thecoolblackwaves - Have you ever looked at Celegorm and Curufin and thought, "They should be the stars of a romcom"? No? This fic is here to reveal that wonder to you.

弄假成真 by Divano_Messiah - Maglor has been telling people at school that he has a boyfriend. Maedhros is jealous until he learns who it is. (I admit I read this via google translate, you can too...)

Envy by @polutrope - In Tirion, Maglor and Elemmírë struggle to handle each other's reputations with equanimity. The people around them try to respond. This fic is so funny and sweet--I love this take on Elemmírë and Fëanor's guest appearance is hilariously him.

Youthful Regrets by kitkatkaylie - Turgon and Maglor fall in love in Valinor before Turgon's engagement to Elenwë. I really like the personality contrasts of this ship, with Turgon opening up to Maglor, and how this story sketches out their relationship through the whole arc of Silm to its bitter separation.

I risk my life to make my name by @maironsbigboobs - The brave knight Galadriel goes on a journey to meet the Green Woman Melian and her fate, ft. adventures along the way. I love how Tolkien is blended with Arthurian conventions here--it works so well and brings out the myth vibes of Silm that I love so much!

Strange Currencies chapter 12 by @jouissants - This is such a beautifully-crafted tale in every regard, but I want to especially mention this flashback chapter I read in March, covering Maedhros' and Maglor's voyage on the swan ships up to just before Fëanor's death. The horror of the Fëanorian Noldor arriving in the dark with their distrust, inflated ego, and total lack of knowledge of Middle-earth comes through here so, so vividly--this part can be read by itself, go check it out!!

Oubliette by Stramonium - Horrifying and so vividly written scene of Maedhros in Angband, isolation, and monstrosity. Poetic and awful, I can't do it justice in summarizing it.

arrangement for flute and harp by @jouissants - Maedhros is determined to work late, so Maglor and Fingon decide to entertain each other. The Himring atmosphere and incredible character dynamics make this also really sexy smut such a wonderful story.

whatever you would crave by @eight-pointed-star - Sooo sexy ficlet in which Fingon and Maedhros attend to Maglor's Needs. Short but immensely powerful.

scherzo for ink and parchment by @dovewifes - Charming and comedic missives exchanged between Maedhros and Maglor during the Long Peace, ft. romantic endearments and the invention of emojis. Maedhros' so-apparent love for Maglor is something I especially cherish about this fun fic.

Star-kissed by @aipilosse - Celeborn of Doriath rescues recently-of-Gondolin (and silver-haired!) Celebrimbor from a predicament in Nan Dungortheb. Incredibly clever, funny, and hot!

Purification by @zealouswerewolfcollector - Thingol is curious about Maedhros: throne sex ensues. A favorite ship of mine in a flavor I'd never considered. Incredibly intense and super well-written.

Comfort from a Heavy Hand by @undercat-overdog - After the Bragollach, Mablung tends to an injured Beleg, and they seek comfort together. The wreckage and destruction of the battle feels so vivid in this one, and the dynamic of Beleg/Mablung as past teacher and student (and current battle companions) is wonderful.

Thou knowest to-night, and wilt know to-morrow by @welcomingdisaster - A brilliant installment in an ongoing Children of Húrin AU series that has the most beautiful, unsettling, and dreamlike atmosphere. In this fic Maedhros teaches "Cáno" about pleasure in preparation for their marriage bed. Catnip to me personally!!

Proxy by @aipilosse - Celebrimbor comes to reproach Celegorm in Nargothrond after Finrod's departure. They fuck. Gender, tension, messy and complicated emotional dynamics all around. The dirty talk is so so good.

Star of the Nevrast Shore by joanofarcstan - Silmarillion filk of one of my favorite folk songs! What more is there to say!! A sweet tale of Gondolin told from Voronwë's point of view, recounting the love between him, Tuor (the star of the Nevrast shore), Idril, and Maeglin.

A Light Burns in the Forest by fictional_hr_department - Thranduil and Oropher escape Menegroth with child Elwing. The title and art by @lycheesodas give me chills and the atmosphere of the fic as they make their disorienting journey to Sirion really brings to life the terrible aftermath of the second kinslaying.

By Your Side by HiyoriTomioka - fem!Eärendil and Elwing support each other in this ficlet... such a good vision of this ship, and the way Eärendil thinks about Tuor and Idril here with longing uncertainty makes me think of a trans!Eärendil even though that is not explicit.

Something Sleepless in Mirkwood by @imakemywings - Thranduil sickens as the Greenwood does. Elrond tries to heal him, but can't understand at first what's happening. Brilliant and canon-compliant (To Me) wry, proud, and eerie woodland king Thranduil--go give this a read!

A boat, my boat, out upon the River by Tethys_resort - Sméagol is trying to craft his own boat to take fishing. His family keeps getting in the way. This sweet fic paints such an idyllic picture of proto-Hobbit life and made me really feel the tragedy of Gollum.

The Fortress by TheLegendCreator - Brief and haunting fic in which a Dwarf visits the ruins of Himring and they have a conversation. I love the view this offers of Maedhros and the fierce loyalty Himring and its folk had for him.

one whole with my other by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor - Indis' marriage to Finwë is transferred to bind her instead to reembodied Míriel. This turns out to be a good thing. An incredibly touching, beautifully wrought and worldbuilt story. I just love it so much.

The Number One Exercise for Relieving Work-Related Stress (Click to Find Out!) by @imakemywings - Date night in Mirkwood. Maglor (Noldorin princess, ex-kinslayer) adorns herself for the benefit of Thranduil (the Elvenqueen)--or that's her plan, anyway. This story is so sexy, so funny, and honestly so touching. I just adore this ship as a happy ending for Maglor and their relationship is gorgeously fleshed out here.

Cousin, Sister, Lover, Queen by broken_pencils - Lesbian Éowyn discovers desire... through Éomer's betrothed Lothíriel. Lothíriel is a stealth fav for me from the Éomer fics I used to read as a kid and I really enjoyed her here, and the lush atmosphere of this story.

His Return by @danmeiljie - Beautiful, tender scene of Maedhros and Maglor reuniting as per @tari-cua's art. Such lovely descriptions in this one and so cozy.

#did i try to put these in like silm plot chronological order? Just a little bit #tolkien fanfic reading month #silmarillion fic #my posts #I read chaotically and then sort of fell off the map as life became crazy. but i wanted to highlight these fics i enjoyed!!

[doodle-pops]

Diamonds and Pleasure

Curufin x reader

Kinktober 2023: Lingerie

Warnings: fem!reader, lingerie, body–worshipping, fingering, Curufin is just in awe of his creation on you

Words: 1.6k

Synopsis: Curufin revels in the beauty diamonds offer as they adorn your body.

List of Requests

“Turn around,” he gently commanded. His voice, though soft, held the anticipation of a man eager to behold your exquisite beauty within the artistry he had created just for you. Days and hours had been dedicated to the forge, amidst the searing heat and molten metal, all in servitude of your magnificence. Curufin had a peculiar way of expressing his love for the things and people that held a special place in his heart, and to him, diamonds were a part of that expression. He considered them not just a girl’s best friend for their eternal nature but also a symbol of the profound affection he reserved solely for you.

In his hands, he cradled a glass of wine while you adorned a delicately crafted diamond body piece, adorned with hundreds of diamonds of various cuts, intricately strung together with silver threads. You could discern that this was the most resplendent creation he had ever fashioned, and for you, it was the crowning jewel in the pedestal he had placed you on. From the necklace, diamonds resembling teardrops dangled gracefully down the front, suspended by delicate silver threads. Where these gems ended, they were joined to a waistband adorned with heart–shaped moulds housing five–carat diamonds. Completing the ensemble, you wore matching anklets and wristbands, all crafted to harmonize with the rest of the pieces.

A simple beam of light cast upon your form had the power to transform the entire room, bathing it in the captivating radiance you exuded. To Curufin’s delight, his satisfaction with the final result was undeniable, evident in the prominent bulge in his trousers. Seated comfortably in his favourite chair next to the crackling fireplace, he savoured a glass of rich red wine, reclining while you modelled for him on this enchanting evening. With your hair cascading freely and your body adorned only with the touch of the cool metal gracing your warm skin, you twirled gracefully, showcasing your figure adorned in his latest creation.

Returning to face him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered, tracing every curve and contour of your body. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips before taking a deliberate bite, and his gaze, now smouldering with desire, met your seductive stare. A palpable silence hung between you, heavy with anticipation, before he stirred from his reverie. Setting his chalice aside, he strode purposefully toward your dolled–up figure.

“Have I ever told you how utterly resplendent you look in this attire?” he whispered, his hands gently finding your waist, his thumb tracing tantalizing circles on your skin. The rest of his fingers splayed across your lower back, urging you closer to his chest, which, in turn, pressed your breasts against his leather–clad form. The contrast of your sensitive nipples against the cold leather, enveloped by the embrace of the diamonds, sent a shiver coursing down your spine.

“You are a rare gem to behold, even more, exceptionally adorned in these jewels,” he continued, his hands leaving their previous position to trail up and down your back, causing goosebumps to bloom in their wake. At one point, he paused his movements to give your body an abrupt twirl, positioning your back against his chest, and allowing his chin to rest upon your shoulder. From there, his hands returned to your waist, where he lazily rubbed circles into your skin.

The faint gasp that escaped your lips transformed into a subtle smile as your back met with his chest. You had a strong inkling of where this was leading when he began to sway gently, your body moving in rhythm with his, causing the cold diamond strands to brush against your warm skin. Where they made contact, a symphony of goosebumps erupted, until his hands started their ascent, tracing a path over your abdomen.

“I simply can’t help but cherish your beauty, my precious,” he praised with a slight smugness playing on his lips. His voice caressed your skin, and the scent of alcohol hung thick in the air.

You turned your head to meet his gaze. His eyes were focused downward, following the path of his hand as it glided up and down your stomach, tracing intricate patterns. It was clear that the telltale flush on his cheeks indicated some level of intoxication. However, you allowed him to indulge in his gift.

His hands explored the expanse of your stomach before venturing upwards to reach your breasts, where he playfully teased your nipples. The already hardened buds had become sensitive from the constant contact with the cold diamonds, and now they were the target of your husband’s calloused fingers. He alternated between gently tugging on your nipple with his fingers and rolling it over the palm of his hand, savouring the hitch in your breath as a melody of pleasure.

“You look even more radiant like this,” he admired as he glanced at your face. Your lips were parted, your eyes closed, and your head rested against his shoulder. “My very own star.”

Shifting his focus from your nipples, he encompassed your entire breasts, massaging them while continuing to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. A cascade of compliments flowed effortlessly from his lips, more than you had ever heard in a single night, let alone in a matter of minutes. Despite the coarseness of his hands, they seemed to find the perfect balance against the cool, hard diamonds and silver. He kneaded and squeezed your breasts with a gentle but firm touch, while his lips found their way to your neck, planting soft kisses that conveyed his words of affection directly onto your skin.

Your hands reached up to entwine in his silky, ebony hair, and you gently tugged, securing a handful of his strands. He inhaled deeply, momentarily breaking the connection of your lips. You felt his long lashes brushing against your skin—cursing him for those tantalizing lashes.

“Lie on the bed for me,” he commanded, his torment growing unbearable. With a gentle push, he watched with hooded eyes as you gracefully made your way to the bed, swaying your hips seductively as you went.

Like a ravenous wolf, he followed, his fingers caressing your legs as you crawled onto the bed, trailing along the delicate anklets. His fixation on the adornments and how they lovingly embraced your flesh made his tongue moisten his lips once more. Once you were comfortably reclining on your back, his gaze traced every inch of your body, his hands reaching out to adjust the pieces so that they adorned you as they were meant to. With each adjustment, his fingers lingered on your most sensitive areas, a mischievous smirk revealing his awareness of his own intentions.

After the last tweak, he took a step back to admire his masterpiece—you. His eyes glimmered with desire as he continued to drink in the sight of you, his fingers twitching, yearning to savour every inch of your body. But instead, he chose to indulge himself piece by piece.

“Spread your legs for me,” he whispered, barely audible as he was now entranced, his gaze fixed on the most intimate treasure.

You radiated with a brilliance he could never hope to achieve, no matter his craftsmanship. The sight of your arousal glistening all over you, creating a natural sparkle and sheen, caused his trousers to grow uncomfortably tight. He inhaled deeply, taking his time to appreciate every inch of your form, secretly patting himself on the back for the diamonds that accentuated your innate radiance.

His hands extended to rest atop your knees, gently parting them to obtain the best view. As he did so, a few strands of diamonds hanging from your belt grazed your sensitive area. The cold touch of metal and stone intensified the heat and sensitivity you were already experiencing. This caught Curufin’s attention, and without hesitation, he sank to his knees and tugged you further down the bed. The abrupt motion positioned your core right before his gaze, allowing him to observe every detail.

Slowly, his index finger traced through your folds, collecting your desire and savouring the tremors coursing through your body. With each shiver, the jewellery bumped against your clit, and to Curufin’s surprise, you hadn’t attempted to remove it. You knew that you were instructed to leave it where it belonged and not interrupt perfection.

“What would you like me to do, my love?” he asked casually, his fingers tracing patterns around your clit.

It was a challenge to concentrate on his words as they whispered in your ear; your attention was consumed by the masterpiece he was crafting. Biting your lip and exhaling softly, your fingers gripped the mattress, rendering you unable to respond as his finger delved into your entrance. His gentle thrusts evoked soft moans from you, yet you remained wordless. In response, you managed to move your hips in harmony with his motions, enabling him to penetrate deeper than he had initially intended.

“I could watch you like this all day, for all eternity,” he whispered, his eyes tracing the contours of your form and the mesmerizing way the jewellery adorned your body moved with each of your movements. “Would you like me to continue?”

“Mmm, yes, please,” you managed to whimper. Your head tilted to the side, and soft moans slipped from your lips, mingling with the heated atmosphere.

Pleased by your response, he leaned in and placed a tender kiss on your inner thigh, his gaze never leaving your face. The longer he observed your expressions, the more mischief danced in the depths of his eyes. Your writhing and the sheer pleasure on your face filled him with a sense of joy and generosity. He was intoxicated by the appreciation of your splendour.

“Then allow me to fulfil the same desire I have, my love.”

Masterlist

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[sallysavestheday]

Writing Year Wrapped (2023)

Thank you for the tag, @eilinelsghost!

3 Favorite Fics You've Written This Year

Beloved, Forsaken, Redeemed, my short Celegorm cycle. I am very pleased with each of the little bites that make up the whole, for imagery, characterization, and narrative arc. You love him, you hate him, you pity him, and you root for him in the end, even having seen him at his worst.

The paired fics In This, No Consolation and What Will Console You, in which Maedhros and Maglor find parenting challenging, first at Formenos in Nerdanel's absence, and then in caring for Elrond and Elros. These hurt, but they also comfort.

Examined Lives, in which Erestor and Pengolodh fall in love after Sailing and have to negotiate their respective understandings of history and truth. It's a very odd ship, but it works. I am quite fond of my Loremasters in Love.

And yes, it's cheating to slide in a fourth, but I have to mention my 2023 Tolkien Drabbles series, in which I fell in love with fixed-length stories and the challenge of fitting a whole world into 100 words. So much fun!!

3 Fics That Stretched You the Most

Tender Morsels. This is the first thing I've shared with a rating above T, but if you're going to do it, you may as well do it in style, right? Written for Silm Smut Week, it features Fingon/Maedhros figuring themselves out via cannibalism and sexy mutilation and carries the tag Is it really monsterfucking if it's Maedhros? It's oddly romantic, for all that. Thanks to @polutrope for convincing me to share it.

When All Other Lights Go Out. 5,336 words!! Let me repeat: 5,336 words! I usually hover between 400 and 1,000, so this was a big stretch. Written for TRSB, to accompany @grundyscribbling's gorgeous Feanorian nightlight, it's an epic (for me) look at love through the generations, in all its varieties and with all its consequences.

By Love Annealed. I don't write very many OCs, and this piece was both largely OC-focused AND about some tricky stuff. But I ended up loving my new friend Sorokendë and her relationship with Celebrimbor, in this remix of ultramarine by @welcomingdisaster.

3 Favorite Lines You've Written (loosely interpreting "lines")

For heartbreak, Maedhros and Maglor in Feanorians in Seventeen Kisses.

Maedhros rests his chin on Maglor’s head, watching the ocean, shivering and burning all at once. He murmurs something incomprehensible – it might be I’m sorry – and sighs. The sea surges, hungrily. Maglor doesn’t turn when the heat at his back changes. If he holds very still, he can almost keep feeling the last brush of his brother’s lips on his hair.

For angst, Fingolfin and Maglor in True North.

The banners ripple in the chill breeze off the lake as they stand toe to toe, second son and second son, frowning. They are anchorless, both of them, flung into the spinning skies with no fixed points to reach for, no greater stars to burn behind.

And for romance, the Glorthelion wedding from In Answering, An Answer Find.

Glorfindel cries out the praise he could not muster in the welter of the healing tent. He hears the fierce, bright music of Ecthelion’s reply. The bond sparks as their palms touch. Then they are burning, singing with it, leaping forward together, diving into the light.

3 Characters You Enjoyed Writing (that surprised you)

Turgon. This was my Year of Being Kinder to Turgon, after last year's portrayal of him as a history-whitewashing, Pengolodh-abusing kinslayer (ouch!). But this year I wrote him lovingly with Fingolfin in From the Heights, Such Light and Air, tenderly with Aredhel in None Shall Mark Thy Going, loving and furious with Fingon in A Bond That Shines and Burns, and being consoled by Elenwe in Mandos in Reckoning. Turgon! Multidimensional! Who knew?

Curufin. He was also an unexpected delight to explore, whether having a hard time letting go of Feanor in Borne Away Like Smoke, or having a hard time coming back to life in A Sea Change. I became very fond of the possibilities of him, actually.

Legolas' Mother. She is my first substantive OC, and I have had SUCH fun building her out. I first wrote her in A Mighty Shot in the Darkness, which is partly her love story with Thranduil and partly the story of Legolas drawing on her teaching to kill the Fell Beast. And she popped up again in These Soft Threads That Bind Us, newly home from Dagorlad and adjusting to life with only one arm and a curious child. She has a guest appearance in one of my seasonal exchange fics, too, which will be up at the end of this month (and which explains why I haven't named her).

3 Unexpected Inspirations

The Canadian government's vivid, lyrical description of the varieties of sea ice, which I used as a framing device for Ice Glossary (12 views of the crossing of the Helcaraxe, each linked to a type of ice).

Lawrence Oates' quietly suicidal farewell to his colleagues on the Scott Antarctic expedition, which I used along with the prompt "desperate valor" to drive I May Be Some Time, in which Maedhros departs to parley with Morgoth.

The poignant last line of Vincent Van Gogh's final, unfinished letter to his brother Theo, which along with @z-h-i-e's gorgeous painting Feanor's Art Therapy inspired Half-Foundered, in which Feanor is therapy-resistant, and expressing his inner struggles through art does not help.

3 WIPs You're Excited About in the Upcoming Year

Untitled Anaire/Fingolfin, full of rage and regret and maybe eventually reconciliation. It's almost done; I'll drop it on some dark day as winter lingers for maximum hurt.

The Sifted Light: Evranin smuggles Elwing and the Silmaril out of Doriath. Tolkien women, yay!

The Blue Line Between Sky and Water: a three-chapter Voronwe piece which is giving me fits but will be out there eventually. Spoiler: he drowns, three times.

3 People Tagged to Share Theirs

Tagging with zero pressure: @melestasflight @cuarthol @tathrin

#fic recs #my fics

[gardensofthemoon]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by the lovelies @ettelene and @tilion-writes, many thanks! Sorry for the late response, been busy with real life commitments.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 10

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 38,319 words

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently, Silmarillion and MDZS/The Untamed, though I haven't posted anything yet for the latter.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Fëanor posts on r/amitheasshole

Capodopera

Family Dinner

Immortal Longings

uprooting

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, always! And I ramble a lot.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hm. I write quite a bit of angst, and I can think of at least three fics of mine with sad endings, but I think Cardinal takes the cake. It's a bleak end, miserable, made even more so by the relative tenderness of the main story.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Fëanor posts on r/amitheasshole, because it's crack. Nobody dies; is that the low bar for a happy ending in the silm fandom?

8. Do you get hate on fics? So far none, but I expect to get some in the future as I want to write about darker themes. And I'm mentally preparing for posting in a new fandom that's known for its toxicity.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes, and I plan on writing more! I love shipfic, I love romance, this is the main genre I read in fanfic, so. If I had to classify my style of smut, I'd say it veers into porn with feelings territory. The main sentiment behind my writing, behind all my writing, smutty or not, is yearning. What intrigues me is what the characters are feeling, their thought process, building the tension and portraying their dynamic. I don't think I can write smut just for the sake of smut - and there are so many facets of the characters' personalities that can be explored through their kinks, their bedroom attitude, their emotions and insecurities. Also, I write slash, though I'd like to try my hand at femslash as well.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? No, but I've thought about it. The logistic aspect of it ruins the fun, unfortunately.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not yet.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Not sure if they can be considered "all-time" favourites since I got into fandom less than a year ago, but the ships I'm completely obsessed with are Curufin/Finrod for the silm fandom and Jiang Cheng/Wei Wuxian for mdzs/cql.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? My Curufinrod in Valinor fic that I talked about on here. It's a long project and I'm used to writing one-shots, so I keep telling myself I'd work on it and post it once it's finished. Not sure when or if that will happen.

16. What are your writing strengths? Story concepts, comedic timing, eliciting emotions. Prose if I'm feeling confident.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I am always obsessing over sentence structure, conveying tone, and word choice. English not being my native language doesn't help either. Technicalities aside, probably dialogue and longer story arcs.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Ambivalent.

19. First fandom you wrote for? The Silmarillion! Best fandom.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? The second chapter of Capodopera (which is composed of two mirroring one-shots). I think I managed to write precisely the story that I set out to; I'm pleased with everything about it, from the prose to the characterisation, to the escalation and the power shift, to the smut scene. And it doesn't hurt that it's the most self-indulgent thing I've written for my silm otp.

I'd like to tag two of my favourite writers @crackinthecup and @tobermoriansass, I'd be super curious to read your answers!

#tumblr games #fanfic #elio writes

[emyn-arnens]

20 Questions for Writers

@hobbitwrangler @grey-gazania @runawaymun @echo-bleu tagged me to do this, so I guess I really should do it! I did this one recently on my main for all the fandoms I've written for, so I'll keep this limited to Tolkien fics here.

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 82.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 128,198.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently mostly Tolkien, with the occasional dash of Timeless and Narnia.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

As the Hare Flees Before the Wolf (T, Celegorm & Eöl, 1.8k): Curufin is not the only son of Fëanor Eöl meets upon the plains of Himlad. Or, Eöl meets Celegorm while pursuing Aredhel and Maeglin, and things go very badly for him.

Here at Journey's End (G, Frodo & Legolas, 1.6k): They stay for those they love.

West, West Away (G, Sam & Thranduil, 3.6k): Sam meets an unlikely kindred spirit on the journey West.

and I will love with urgency, but not with haste (T, Aegnor/Andreth, 3.1k): A summer evening spent in a glade near the shores of the Aeluin.

with death on his brow like a crown (G, Aegnor & Finrod, ~600 words): Five times Finrod foresees Aegnor’s death, and one time he foresees his own.

5. Do you respond to comments? Yep! It may take a while depending on spoons, but I almost always do. The only exceptions are for comments that make no sense to me or demand me to write more for a pairing.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? There's a lot of contenders for this, but let's go with Like a Wave That Should Engulf the World (G, Faramir/Éowyn, ~700 words), in which Faramir foresees Éowyn's coming death.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? For Charity (Boromir, Faramir, Éomer, Lothíriel, and Éowyn, 2k), for sure. Two thousand words of pure ridiculousness.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not since ye olde days of posting on FFN.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Very rarely and very vanilla, with emotions and metaphor taking precedence over mechanics.

10. Do you write crossovers? Nope. Not much into reading or writing them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Hope not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? *looks at header, url, and blog title* I don't think I even need to say.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? For the sake of answering the question, my Glorfinwyn AU, but only because I'm not sure I have the skills to pull it off, and my perfectionism is a raging beast. But I do really want to finish it, even if it's three years from now because I'm the slowest writer I know.

16. What are your writing strengths? Characterization and description/scenery, although I've been struggling with the latter lately. Dialogue has finally been getting easier, though.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Plot, body language, and describing emotions.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I'll sprinkle in some individual words/pet names (all shamelessly ripped from RealElvish.net) here and there that should be guessable from context clues. I don't do full sentences very often both because I feel it isn't necessary most of the time (sorry JRRT), and because I know people don't enjoy having to scroll to the notes for translations. But I will admit to having a weakness for Elves lapsing into their native tongues during uh. heated moments with their partners.

19. First fandom you wrote for? LOTR, years ago. And here I am back again!

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? This is so hard, but Over Seas of Starlight (G, Frodo & Gandalf, 3.6k) is near and dear to my heart. Sailing West, my beloved.

Tagging @sotwk @afaramir @halfelven @curufiin if you haven't done this already!

#tag games

[lordgrimwing]

Smut #05

[for Maedhros and Maglor week, hosted by @maedhrosmaglorweek]

Maglor leaned back against Maedhros, letting his head tip against his chest. His brother’s heart beat steadily under the linen shirt, unwavering, constant, dependable. He sighed. Maedhros chuckled softly into his hair. They sat atop the high stone promontory overlooking the glen and long-overgrown pass down to the stagnated town.

“Told you you could do it,” He said with a smile.

Maedhros huffed out a breath that disturbed the wisps of black hair that escaped the smaller elf’s brain during the climb. “You did.”

He wrapped one arm around his brother’s side, pulling him closer. He kept his other arm by his side, conscious of the climbing pick strapped to his arm. It was Curufin’s idea—though Fëanor guided the fifteen-year-old in the actual making—an addition to the other aids he’d made for him since the feral pig attack and following infection that took one of his hands. So were the straps from the padded cup on his arm to the harness cinched around his chest that let him use the pick with enough confidence to manage the challenging ascent to the promontory. Only a week ago, he thought he’d never see the valley from up here again, now here he sat, sweaty and triumphant.

He bent forward to nuzzle his nose into Maglor’s hair. “Thank you for convincing me.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be very fun if I had to come up here alone for the rest of my life,” Maglor teased.

“Yes,” Maedhros agreed. He smoothed the untucked shirt with his hand—Maglor was never able to keep his shirt tucked unless he wore overalls, which he hadn't bothered with today. Maedhros loved it. “No one else would possibly have wanted to join you.”

Maglor shrugged. “We both know Celegorm would turn it into a competition I could never hope to win, and Caranthir hates heights.”

“Oh, right.” As if he would ever forget that. Curufin didn’t particularly enjoy climbing, and Amrod and Amras were still too young to try for the promontory. Besides, Maglor didn’t want to sit up here with any brother. He wanted to sit up here with Maedhros.

Maglor fingered the bottom of his shift. When he finished the hem covered Maedhros’ hand. 

Taking the invitation, Maedhors slid his hand up the shirt to cup a swell of soft flesh on the other’s chest and run his calloused thumb over the nipple.

Maglor turned his head to nuzzle Maedhros’ neck.

Maedhros inhaled the familiar scent of soap and sweat. He hadn’t realized Maglor washed this morning. It seemed a little pointless when they planned to go climbing later but he’d admit he liked the smell. There was very little his brother could do that he didn’t like.

The stone was warm under them. A few puffy white clouds drifted across the sky, promising another rain-free afternoon.

Maglor kissed and nibbled Maedhros’ neck and jaw as he teased his thumb around the hard nipple again. They gasped together when Maglor sucked hard enough to bruise and Maedhros pinched his thumb and forefinger together.

Maglor pushed his brother’s hand away suddenly, making him worry for a moment that he wasn’t enjoying this anymore. But instead of pulling away, he turned in the embrace and, grinning, shoved his brother back until he lay stretched out on the white rock. 

Maedhros went willingly, snagging his arm around the other’s hips and dragging him along so he fell on his chest. Somehow, their legs tangled together. It was very deliberate on Maglor’s part.

Maedhros hummed deep in his chest as they kissed each other, tilting his hips up to tease Maglor with a hit of what would come. He ran his hand up the arching spine to cup the back of his slender neck. The stone wasn’t the most comfortable surface they’d made out on as of late, but he was distracted enough to not mind.

No one expected them home until sundown.

They’d be taking every advantage of that.

#not sure if i should laugh or apologize to the folks who found this au via maedhrosmaglor week and didn't know it has rampant incest #guess that depends if you like it #anyway would have liked to do more but had a busy day and now am tired #actually started this for day 5 then realized it could be a nice bookend for the week given the setting #cw: incest #maedhros x maglor #maedhros #maglor #old gods au #maedhrosmaglorweek #day 7: storytelling #the silmarillion #grimwing writes #probably #nsft