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kiatheinsomniac · 1 year

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So, if you would prefer not to provide Sweeter Than...grrr...Perhaps headcannons for Melkor, Mairon, Thranduil, Legolas with a S/O modern day writing about them....

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: a chapter of Sweeter Than Poetry and headcanons request back-to-back for the writer of my fav fic ♡ Also this is sort of an AU I guess?? With the modern reader being isekai'ed into Middle Earth?

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Thranduil, Legolas, Melkor | Morgoth, Mairon | Sauron

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: suggestive headcanons (3rd for each character)

｡･:*˚:✧｡thranduil

♡ he won't let you know it but when he first finds your writing about him, he's flattered. Is this how you see him? You describe him like an ethereal being and a part of him thinks it's deserved. He's beyond happy with how you capture him as a character.

♡ it's touching to read about you falling in love with each other over and over again and it really gets to his heart and he truly does find himself falling in love with you all over again.

♡ he finds himself moved by how you've created so many heart-wrenching stories with him as the reader's love interest and how many other people have read your work and enjoyed it too! (Please come humble him a little tho bc it's really feeding his ego sobs). Oh but if you write those fics about the reader still loving him when they can see his scars? He'll love you for eternity, it might even bring tears to his eyes to know that he can still be loved not only despite it but because of it.

♡ nsfw edition: it really strokes his ego to find all the smut you've written about him. Are these your fantasies? He'll keep them in mind and try them out on you and only afterwards will he tease you for having written such things about him

｡･:*˚:✧｡legolas

♡ he's a blushing mess, right up to the tips of his pointed ears. All of this about him? He has this dreamy smile on this face the whole time he's reading through all your fluffy works about him.

♡ like Thranduil, he's enamoured by all these stories of the two of you falling in love over and over again in all sorts of scenarios, it makes him feel like you truly do love him no matter what situation the two of you find each other in

♡ he's so caught up by the AUs!! He's quite confused by all these words he doesn't know but it's like a glimpse into your world!

♡ nsfw edition: he can't read the whole thing. The room feels too hot and he's a blushing mess and stumbling over his words and, oh valar, please help him when you find him in a state with your phone in his hand.

｡･:*˚:✧｡melkor | morgoth

♡ now I could go down a basic route and say that Melkor's ego inflates to an astronomical size because that's exactly how he acts when he confronts you about it but inside? The only things written about him have always been how evil he is and how terrible and irredeemable he is. You don't shy away from his worse traits and yet you write about loving him without trying to redeem him too?

♡ he honestly finds it strange (not weird strange, just unfamiliar strange) that you've depicted him as he is and yet you're writing about loving him? He's not sure how it feels (surprise, Melkor, this is how it feels to be loved, I know it's been a while since you've felt it-)

♡ his favourite parts about the AUs is that it's a world where Eru doesn't exist- no, jokes aside, he really likes the ones where not only are you ok with all his plans, you're actively encouraging and participating in them. Loyalty, obedience and utility are all important to him so these sorts of plots are his favourites.

♡ nsfw edition: will 110% tease you about your fantasies. Awe, this is what you want him to do to you? Beg. Beg as desperately and prettily as you can and once you're pleading for him through frustrated sobs and tears, maybe he'll consider fulfilling all of these filthy fantasies of yours (the begging is just because he knows how badly you want it now, he's more than keen yourself and it's a test of his own patience to hold back).

｡･:*˚:✧｡mairon | sauron

♡ he's reading everything with a big cat-like smirk on his face. You really are obsessed with him, aren't you? Good. He likes to be adored. He also likes knowing that you truly do love him and you're not just using him for something. Like Melkor, he especially likes how you write about loving him without redeeming him.

♡ he lives for any valar slander and he feels really validated by you admiring his perfectionism instead of criticising him for it. Really, he never thought he'd find that validation from anywhere other than Melkor so it's pleasantly surprising.

♡ he gets too confused by the AUs and ends up just skimming them out of frustration, sorry. He really likes the ones where he's in command of everything around him (he's slowly beginning to realise how much he likes your admiration and validation lol) bc he thinks you've characterised him well there

♡ nsfw edition: he'll initiate all of your fantasies without telling you that he knows. Then, halfway through he'll start teasing you about how all these dirty things are exactly what you wanted and you're nowhere as innocent as you make yourself out to be? You could have been writing love letters and yet you chose to write about him fucking your lights out instead. Cute. He thinks you're adorable.

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the-angband-confessional · 8 months

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Y/N: Hey Melkor, wanna hear a joke? Silmarils

Melkor: I don't get it

Y/N: I know you don't

*sprinting faster than light*

Melkor tilts his head and stares after y/n, thinking and thinking about their little joke and what it actually meant.

"I don't get it?" He began. "I don't get it?!? What did they mean by I don't... Oh!"

The meaning finally dawned on him. Melkor silently seethed, his left eye twitching even as he mutters heatedly, "I see. I. Don't. Get. It."

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edensrose · 1 year

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Do you have any headcanons for Mairon and Melkor (separate) accidentally killing their s/o, bonus if they are human and they are just gone for eternity.

I just need some angst to function

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( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ mairon, melkor ( sep. ) ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. accidents happen, unfortunately, this is not something that the dark lords can ever fix ( death of reader ៸៸ blood mention ៸៸ war mention ៸៸ descriptions of death )

· ⊰ note. oh this was absolutely heart-clenching to write but I loved every second of it. hope you enjoy!

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ʚ He never thought that his efforts to finish what his master, the former dark lord, had started would cost him his very heart. Perhaps he would have rathered that. His heart being ripped from his chest rather than the sight of your pupils dissipating and your eyes dulling, the scream that wrenched from your lungs and the way your body collapsed to the stone floor

ʚ Mairon was well aware that the power required to form the one ring would be immense and he was willing to sacrifice everything to ensure its creation. What he didn’t know was the one ring would not only drain him of his power — but yours as well. And unfortunately, you were not as powerful of a maia as he was.

ʚ Whilst he forged the final touches and encrypted those cursed phrases along its underside, he ignored your little peeps and soft calls of his name. When you told him that you had an easy feeling. In fact, he went as far as to tell you that you were simply overreacting

ʚ But it was only when he finally uttered the spell that would pour his power out into the ring that he realised the horrifying truth — your strength, the little power that remained within you would be snatched up as well. Despite his weakened state and trembling knees he tries to push himself to you, only just managing to get his arms around you when your legs had given out

ʚ Mairon was frantic, clinging to your quickly disappearing warmth as he watched the life drain from your eyes. He was desperate, muttering a horrified ‘no’ over and over again as he watched your life be taken by that damned ring. Even when you stared up at him with such soulless eyes, he could not bring himself to accept what he had done

ʚ “Y/N, no, please — please.’’

ʚ Had he truly lost you too? The last being that he had any sort of connection to? The last person who he felt anything for?

ʚ Mairon could do nothing but hunch over your form that day with a harrowing cry that tore through each and every crevice of Orodruin. He cradled you in his arms for hours, lips against your hair and promising that he would ensure your death was not in vain. Perhaps that’s what further drove him to accomplish his goal

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ʚ It was a fit of rage. One he couldn’t quite overcome. But when he finally pulled himself from the storm of rage that clouded his eyes and he now witnessed a familiar crimson on his palms — his claws. Not to mention the look of utter horror on your face before you fell into him, a hole torn through your clothing just as one had been ripped through your very chest. He knew that there was no going back

ʚ Melkor always considered himself to be slow to anger. While he does seem to have quite the temper, the majority of the time it is quite the act. He pretends to exude anger so that he frightens those before him. But to genuinely drive the dark lord to anger is a fool’s ploy. Nor has he ever genuinely been angry at you. Perhaps irritated or possessive, but never rageful towards you. And even the incident of your death was not brought on due to the anger he held for you

ʚ It was during the war of wrath, towards the end of it. Melkor was well aware that his army outside the iron barriers of Angband was quickly depleting, that his defeat was nigh. What wasn’t helping his already gruelling mood was your worry. Of course, you were anxious. Should the Valinor’s Host succeed you knew that your lover would be dragged off and flung into the void. There would be no more trials, no more appeals, he would be gone forever. Which is the very reason you attempted to coax him into admitting defeat, in hopes that the valar would take mercy on him should he show remorse for his actions

ʚ It seems that it was all it took for him to lose it and before you knew it a cry tore from your throat, just as his clawed hand tore through your chest and impaled your heart. You looked up to see the storm in his eyes and the look of hatred on his face. You couldn’t even process what it was that he shouted at you, only that you would die here. With not so much as a gentle embrace but rather a look of utter hostility

ʚ When Melkor eventually came to, he foolishly ripped his hand back out in shock — causing blood to gush from your wound further as you fell forward onto him. He was in shock, to say the least, as he held you. The music stopped, the dissonant tune that was associated with his presence. Everything went silent, deafening. He could say no words. He could shed no tears. Instead, he merely felt your warmth fade and listen to the beat of your wounded heart come to a standstill

ʚ When the host tore through Angband, all they found was Melkor on his throne. Without his crown, without the prideful stature, he wore like a medal. All they found was a broken vala clinging onto the lifeless body of his beloved.

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luna-redamancy · 2 years

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I see that requests are open! I'm going to keep this one simple. Morgoth and Sauron sharing a female reader. Interpret that as you will.

You see...When I first read this... My brain went: Smut. SMut. SMUT. Straight-up spiciness. But no, we are wholesome tonight! Enjoy:

The morning air was crisp, but you could only feel it on the tip of your nose as you woke up, eyes blinking to adjust to the bright room. You were warm, surrounded by heat.

Melkor had his head on top of yours, his chin resting on the crown of your head with his hand holding yours, his other under the pillow.

Mairon was behind you, face buried in your neck with his one arm looped around your waist to keep you to him- like a child hugging onto a stuffed bear at night. His legs were tangled with yours while Melkor’s right leg was up and over the two of you, trapping you in.

Shifting slightly to roll over, it appeared that you awoke Melkor.

Making a sound mixed between a groan and a sigh, Melkor lifted his head upwards for you to move freely.

Mairon stayed asleep, grip loosening ever so slightly as you shifted before he scrunched his brows in his sleep, pulling you tight against his chest once more.

Chuckling to himself, Melkor pressed a kiss to your shoulder as he lowered himself to hold you from behind. His eyes shut with a blissful expression as he inhaled your scent. The lingering smell of your body wash and shampoo infiltrated his senses as he nuzzled his nose against your flesh.

Now that you were awake you couldn’t fight the urge. Mairon was so so pretty, his long eyelashes kissing the flesh of his under-eyes, expression peaceful and content now that you were flush against him again.

Licking your lower lip, you glanced from his eyes down to his lips, soft and plush looking. Leaning up, you pressed your lips to his own, feeling his body slowly awoke by your ministrations. He stiffened before relaxing, hand changing positions from holding onto your waist to cradling your cheek to tilt your head back and deepen the kiss. It was loving, strong, and for a moment you could feel his love for you that nearly reached obsession.

As you two separated, you laughed at his dazed expression, kissing his nose before relaxing against the pillow.

“Now, now, that’s not fair,” Melkor tsked, kissing your shoulder again. “He gets all the kisses this morning,” Early in your relationship with these two you’d assume he was jealous, angry at you for sharing your lips with another, but in reality, it’s just his coded way of requesting his own kisses without outright saying so.

“Big baby,” You huffed, but the amused smile on your lips told the two of them that you were anything but angry.

Twisting to lay on your back, you carefully held Melkor’s face in your hand, guiding his lips to yours. Melkor’s kisses were softer, less demanding, but still had that obsessive passion emitting from them like his other lover as he adjusted to holding himself over you.

When he pulled away, it was you in a daze, making Mairon's laugh grace your ears as he leaned over you to capture Melkor’s lips in his own.

Your heart felt full and nearly bursting as the two also exchanged morning kisses.

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

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ʚ Pairing: Melkor x Fem. Reader

ʚ Summary : You were taken as a prisoner of war after you left your father’s camp. You’re treated well, but you complain about your captor, and he hears of it. You’re taken to him, and you finally see him for the first time since your capture.

ʚ Themes: Soft | Slow burn | Smut

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The gale had hit the land without warning.

Wind and water hammered at stone like an angry beast, as if demanding entry. You peeked through the bars of your window. The world outside was all slate grey mist and curtains of rain, the sheer gloominess of it all broken by bright flashes of lightning. You looked about your room again.

A pitiful fire burned in the hearth, the air around you cold and damp. The stone windows had been cannily cut, letting in the fresh air, but no rain. It was a blessing, you thought. Bad enough you were held captive in this dreary place, you didn’t need a rain-washed room on top of everything else.

The door being thrown open made you jump out of your skin. “The master orders your presence.” One of your orc jailors comes forth and slaps on a pair of shackles around your wrists. A thick chain connected to it, allowing them to keep a safe distance from prisoners. “Come.”

You sighed, and your shoulders drooped. You knew why he wanted to see you.

During the past few days of your captivity, you had complained about your captor, insulting him at every turn. One of his minions had clearly heard and now you were neck-deep in trouble.

There was a tug on the chain. Your jailors were quite impatient to get going. “Come along, we haven’t got all day!”

“Oh all right,” you mutter and shuffle your feet.

The walk was long, and tiring, taking you through one gloomy corridor over to the next. The passageways were dark, and even the torches proved to be of little use. What is this stone, you muse, as you follow along. The walls were made of a black stone, polished to a high sheen. They seemed to absorb the very light around them, making everything gloomier than it was.

It certainly suits him well enough.

There was another tug on the chain. “Hurry up!”

What kind of trouble have I gotten myself into now?

You’re made to walk until all of you stop in front of doors as black as the walls surrounding it, and more than twice the height of the tallest elf you had seen. Impressive, you think, as your eyes drift upwards, to the high, vaulted ceilings, barely visible in the torchlight. You catch signs of what looked like intricate scrollwork.

I wonder what this place would look like with moonlight streaming in through the windows. Or sunlight. Does he tolerate sunlight?

The doors were pulled back with barely a sound. One of the orcs looked back to see where you were. “Come along now! The master hasn’t got all day!”

“Fine,” you mutter, and follow them to what was starting to look like a throne room. A thick carpet ran under your feet, muffling your footsteps. There were more torches, their light somewhat succeeding in pushing back the darkness. You thought you would be taken right up to the throne, but the orcs made a sudden turn to the right, to a passageway leading beyond the throne room.

Where are they taking me?

This time the walk didn’t talk nearly as long, and the rooms you were shown into were airier and had more light.

And that was when you felt, more than saw him. A sense of gathering darkness, the sudden chill in the air. One of the orcs stepped forward, bowed, and said, “The prisoner, my lord.”

“Bring her closer.”

His voice was rich, like a deep red wine, and sweet, like honey. You shook your head in disbelief. This cannot be possible.

You were taken into another room, this time a large parlour of sorts. The fire that burned here was bright and warm, with a heavy brocade, high-back sofa pulled in front of it. You heard wood creaking, of leather crinkling, as if someone had just moved. He’s here. Seated on that sofa.

“Unshackle her,” came the order, sharp and quick. “And leave us. We’re not to be disturbed.”

You gulped as the orcs looked almost apologetic when they released you. They scurried away quickly enough, probably to get out of the line of fire.

Lucky bastards.

He only waited till the door to his rooms was shut. “Come here.”

You take a few inches forward.

“Here.” A gloved finger tapped the right armrest. “And do not make me repeat myself.”

I’mdoomedI’mdoomedI’mdoomedI’mdoomed.

The words echoed again and again.

You steel yourself, raise your head high, and walk right up to the sofa, flinching a little when the sofa creaked again. This time, he had stretched his legs, his eyes never leaving the fire. “So.” He waited till you stopped right by him, your eyes facing forward, not wanting to take in what was sure to be a withered and disfigured countenance. “You’re our prisoner.”

“Yes,” you quickly correct yourself when you heard a sharp cough. “My lord.”

“And you have been complaining. About me. And very colourful, I might add.” You kept your eyes forward, although the scent coming off of him made it next to impossible to do so. Night phlox in full bloom, you thought immediately. Night phlox, your favourite flower.

You shook your head again. No. This cannot be possible.

“My orcs tell me your words could make the most hardened corsair blush. Naturally, I needed to know the cause for such ire.” He leaned forward, to get a better look at you. You kept your gaze on the fire the entire time.

“Look at me, pet.”

Pet? He calls me pet? Fury took over you. Fury threatened to boil over, made you want to grab the nearest weapon and lunge at him, to try and kill him. Even if you failed, you could still go down in a blaze of glory.

Then you rest your eyes on him. Fury vanished as quickly as it came, while you struggled to stop yourself from gaping.

The very shock of his beauty took your breath away. His skin glowed and his hair was as black as a raven’s wing. His eyes were black to the centre, with gold irises that gleamed and radiated power. You expected someone repulsive and vile, yet here he was, tall and strapping, sharp-jawed and fairer than any creature you had ever beheld. A hum escaped your throat.

This is him? The one they all call Melkor?

Melkor leaned back into the sofa, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Tell me, pet. What is it about me that displeases you so?"

"You’re keeping me prisoner here. Is that not enough of a reason?" You lower your gaze and stop yourself from gawking. What was it about that devilish smirk that made your heart race? "I want to go home."

"Send you home? And why must I do that?" Melkor murmured as he went back to looking at the fire, his smirk slowly growing into a grin. "You are a prisoner of war, and it is custom to keep hostages till a suitable ransom has been paid. That is what your kind does, yes?"

He had you there. "Yes, mortals do keep captives hostage, but--"

“Then how am I any different?” He said. “And I have treated you well, yes?”

“Yes, but--”

“Then you will stay here until your lord father has paid your ransom. If he pays, that is.”

“No, I will--”

“Arguing is useless, pet.” He folded his arms behind his head and studied you. “You are my prisoner, and you must do as I bid.”

You narrowed your eyes to slits, while he simply arched an elegant eyebrow and smirked. “Do not fear, my pet.” Melkor crooned, his eyes on you the entire time. “I will not bite, not unless you want me to, that is.”

“Bite me?” You squeak. “I would want you to bite me?”

“Why yes.” Melkor crooned again, his eyes closed, his mind going over the memories of you getting off your horse, your cheeks flushed from the long and dusty ride to his fortress. By all rights, he should have just dismissed your presence, and yet, the sight of you in the courtyard, breathless and nervous, more than just a tad angry, roused his curiosity, made his skin warm, made him want. Seeing you being taken on rounds around the fortress courtyard didn’t help matters. It made him want a great deal, kept him up at night, and plague him with dreams of you. Dreams that left him breathless and wanting more than just the fantasies of his mind.

Melkor gave nothing away. He kept his tone perfectly calm, not wanting to do anything rash and scare you off. “I hear some people like it being done to them when sharing pleasures.”

Now your cheeks burned. Why did it thrill you, to hear him talk of pleasures?

Wait, can he even feel pleasure?

“I can feel pleasure, pet,” Melkor said quietly, making you jump, and curse yourself. What was supposed to have been just a thought was said out loud enough for him to hear. “And in many ways.” He turned to you, eyes locked on yours the entire time. He slipped off his gloves and tossed them to the side. “I could show you now if you like.”

Your cheeks burned again, and this time they turned several shades of red. You catch Melkor’s eyes going over your body before they flicked back up to yours. He was incapable of feeling passion and desire, all the myths and tales said so, but that look in his eyes… it left you a little breathless. Goosebumps spread over your arms when a large hand reached out and velvet-like fingers traced their way down your own. Melkor’s touch should have felt like ice, but it was warm instead. Visions filled your head, parts nightmare, parts dream. The nightmare was of him using that hand of his to strangle you, to make you beg for your life. The dream was of him using that same hand to make you beg for other things while he hovered over you. His fingers laced around yours, his thumb brushing over your skin. You felt a flush of heat and trembled when dream beat back nightmare.

You flushed again, this time when a drop of pleasure took root. It must have shown on your face, for Melkor tightened his grip and made your breath hitch. "My lap." He ordered. “Pet.

You squirm, unsure if you should comply or not. "Go on," he ordered again, gently this time.

You find yourself wanting to say yes. Instead, you force yourself to refuse with, "No."

He grinned. "Are you sure, pet?"

The opposite of it. You wanted to say yes to him, to a fallen Vala. It would be scandalous if word got out. You would not hear the end of it when you got home. You would be ostracized for even associating with one such as him, and still, the need for him grew.

When I go home. You hummed when his eyes drifted over your body again, drinking you in, leaving you weak and spellbound. Wait. Do I even want to go home?

You quickly lowered your gaze and shook your head. No. He will not see it. He will not see it.

He did see it, just before you looked away. "Aww," he crooned again. "Are you positive, pet?"

Why did he keep calling you pet? And why did you like it so? Then there was that dream again, of him putting his hand to better use. You wanted to say, No. What you end up saying was, "Yes."

“Your lips say one thing, my pet, but your eyes say something else.” Melkor chuckled. “As does that ragged breathing of yours.” You winced, utterly embarrassed with yourself, at your body for giving yourself away. "On my lap, pet." There was a gentle tug on your hand. "You know you want to."

That drop of pleasure only grew. Comply you finally did, and very willingly. Melkor groaned when you straddled him and made yourself comfortable. The need to make his night-time fantasies a reality grew stronger with each passing second. "Is this what you wanted?" You asked haltingly, your eyes skimming over his chest plate, all ornately decorated and broad. Was the body beneath it as broad as well?

While one hand rested on your waist, the other found its way to your hair. "Not exactly," Melkor groaned again when you squirmed to make yourself more comfortable. He could already feel his trousers straining, his pulse racing. Lust was hammering away at him and he had to get things going, and quickly. Despite his order, someone could still barge in at a moment’s notice. "But it is a start."

A start? Why would he say such a-- That’s when you felt it. His cock was already hard. You licked your lips, anticipation building up inside you. "A start to what, my lord?"

Melkor simply smiled and twirled his fingers through your hair, the gold of his irises gleaming even more now. "You will see, pet. But first, my armour has to go. It will only get in the way."

Undoing the straps and cords was easy. Taking off his armguards was easy, but removing the chest plate itself was not. It felt like it weighed a ton, but when Melkor took over, he made it look like it was about as heavy as a feather. The under-tunic was next, leaving his chest bare. "Do you like what you see?" He asked.

His chest was as broad as you thought it would be, and he was right.

You very much liked what you saw. His was a body without flaw, his muscles sculpted, their perfection broken only by the strange yet beautiful symbols and ancient texts all over his skin. You think to yourself, This one has Vala written all over him.

Your cheeks flushed again, much to Melkor’s delight. "It is quite enchanting," he murmured slowly. "The way you blush. I should find ways to make it happen more often."

What’s going on? This was Melkor talking like this? It was all very unseemly, and you grew suspicious. "Is this a trick, my lord?"

He chuckled and shook his head, one arm sneaking around your waist while the other gripped your chin. Melkor wasn’t playing games. He wanted you. "No tricks pet. Especially this."

He pulled you in, kissing you hard on the lips and drawing out a soft purr. His kisses were sweet and exuberant, his mouth was one to savour. Pleasure hummed in your throat when his tongue licked past your parted lips. Feeling your very breath being sucked right out of you made you dizzy, and you braced yourself against his chest to keep steady. His own breath came out warm and felt so sweet. When your hands splayed over his skin, Melkor growled into his kiss, his hands going to the hem of your skirt to hike it up.

A blast of cold air against your exposed thighs made you shiver. "Here." He leaned to the side and picked up his mantle, throwing it over your shoulders to keep you warm. It was of thick velvet, and nothing in the world felt finer to you. You didn’t have time to thank him as he crushed your lips with his again, making you whimper when his fingers raked their way up your thigh. Your skin felt soft to him and his hand went up higher, not stopping until he reached your undergarments, tearing them easily so he could feel your slick heat. "Already wet for me." He chuckled breathily, his grin growing when he heard a soft cry while he played with your wet clit. When you moaned and ground yourself into his hand, he grunted and pushed a finger inside, going as deep as he could, and then--

"I am not your first, am I?"

Your trysts with a stable hand in your father’s employ, one you knew would keep your secrets. Well, your secrets were out now. “You’re not.” You mumble and stare into your lap. “I-I hope you’re not disappointed.”

Melkor simply shook his head. “I’m not disappointed. Not in the least.” He relished your gasps as he kept thrusting, his finger hitting a sweet spot of yours, again and again. "Come here."

Every time you moaned, every time you asked for more, Melkor would croon, “That’s it my pet, beg for it,” and not let up until he felt your walls clench and tighten around his finger. Your thighs trembled as you met his thrusts halfway, earning a growl of approval from him. You could feel your muscles coiling, your world growing hazy. Melkor was far from satisfied. His body craved more. You whined when he pulled his finger out and wiped it against his cloak. "My trousers," he said and bit your lower lip, making sure to leave it swollen and bruised. "Undo it, pet. Now."

His belt came apart easily enough, and you quickly undid the clasps, pulling at the material frantically and reaching inside. When you stroked and caressed his cock, his hips rose slightly and his breathing became shaky and frantic, his head rolling back, his mouth half-open, moaning deeply when you found a rhythm he liked. You felt like you were throbbing between your thighs. Lust got the better of you and you moved again, this time not stopping till his cock was inside of you. Wanting to feel the warmth of your cunt, Melkor gripped onto your hips and plunged hard, something that made you cry out and arch your back. He scrambled to pull your hair to one side, his teeth mouth latching onto the soft flesh of your neck. Melkor didn’t wait this time. He started with quick, shallow thrusts, his teeth scraping over delicate skin every time you moaned and pulled on his thick black hair. He pulled away and looked into your eyes. It felt like you were gazing at molten gold against black velvet. "Did that pathetic male make you feel like this, hmm, pet?" A flash of jealousy washed over him. Melkor had a problem with sharing, and he didn’t want to share you with anyone else, not even in memory. "All hot and wet and needy?"

Every time his teeth scraped over the crook of your neck, your tugs on his hair grew rougher, which encouraged him even more. "No, my lord," you choked, trying to hold on for as long as you could. You wanted to cum at the same time he did. "He didn’t make me feel like this."

He ran his tongue over bruised skin, taking in the beads of sweat that had formed along the way before nipping again. "Did he fuck you like this, pet?" He mumbled against your neck. "Take you to the point where you could forget your own name?"

Not even close. "He didn’t.” you purred when his thrusts deepened, leaving you empty one second and so full the next. Your breath came out in shallow pants every time he filled you. “He never could."

"Good." Melkor hummed when you moaned when he found that sweet spot again. "Your moans are like music to my ears, pet," he whispered and bit on the crook of your neck. "Please let me hear more."

You stopped caring at this point. Every time his hips slammed into you, every time his cock hit that spot deep within you, you cried out, your muscles tightening like a coil with each passing second. When your chest pressed against his, he slammed into you harder, and faster, sending shockwave after shockwave over you, sending you tumbling over the edge. Your body went still for the briefest of moments before it splintered completely. Your cries echoed through the room while he continued to fuck you. Melkor didn’t stop until he felt his cock throb and tense inside you. With a deep grunt, he thrust one final time before his body snapped, and his seed spilt out into your cunt. He refused to let go until he was completely spent.

You could feel his breath on your shoulder. You became aware of soft kisses gliding over your skin. "My pet," he tilted your chin and pressed his lips to yours. This time there was tenderness and warmth, instead of just raw passion. “Do you still want to go home?”

“But I’m your prisoner,” you say. It was the truth. Despite what just happened, you were still a prisoner of Utumno.

He made an offer he would never give to anyone else, not unless Eru forced him to do. “What if you’re no longer a prisoner, my pet, what then? Will you still stay here and be my companion?”

His companion. No Vala, not even him, could make such an offer and take it back. If he swore the oath, he’d be bound to you. “Swear it,” you insist. If you were going to stay, it would have to be worth your while. “Swear the oath, and I will stay.”

Melkor went quiet, and you thought he’d changed his mind, just like you suspected he would.

He then surprised you with what he did next.

With one of his own fingernails, he scraped an X right over his heart, said the words. The scar gleamed for a second, then faded into a thin pink line. “So, little pet,” He looked at you again, hopeful this time. “Will you stay?”

You gave him his answer. Melkor was pleased. “Now, go get in bed,” he gestured to a room to your right. “I’m not done with you as yet.”

#melkor #melkor smut #melkor x reader #melkor imagine #LOTR #the silmarillion #fanfiction #creative writing #writing #writeblr #am writing #a world of whimsy writes #smut-tober #morgoth #morgoth smut #morgoth x reader #kinktober

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ainur-confessions · 1 year

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melkor & fem!lover with ‘ one more time? for old times’ sake. ’ <3 pretty please <3

❪ ♡ ❫ ── melkor, "come on, for old time's sake?" prompt

"you should not be here.''

"oh, how cruel can you be?"

"cruel? such a word should be reserved for you.''

the warm presence against your back prompts you to spin on heel. lips pressed in a thin line and your gaze unfaltering in its icy stance. rivalling the warmth that emanates from his own violet stare.

dark and terrible, the lord of corruption and lies stands before you. tall, mighty - yet his face held a certain softness. one that no other being has seen for aeons, other than you. his love, his soul-bound, who chose to part with him upon his fall. even after all this time, he finds himself here in valinor's shadows to see you.

"have I truly lost your favour?"

you turn away from his question and place your hands onto your marble balcony railing. "what do you think?" you mutter after drawing a brief breath to quell the suffocating feeling that begins to rise in your lungs."I will not humour you, dark lord.'' from the corner of your eye you catch his frown before directing your gaze to the horizon once more. "leave in me peace.''

silence fills the air and for a moment you consider the possibility of his departure, but you knew him well. you knew him most.

which is why all you can do is sigh when that same warmth wraps around your middle and your back is engulfed in the familiar flame that now makes you frown. however, you do not part from him, you cannot will yourself to for the moment.

"what is it that you want, melkor?" your whisper mimics the softness of his face nuzzling your neck and his dark hair tickling your skin. "you of all people know what it is.''

"I cannot give it to you.'' you counter, finally turning to him. as if your arms knew where they belonged, they hook around his neck and he instinctively loops his tighter around your waist. "then at the very least indulge me before I am to let you go again.'' such gentleness would have been considered out of character to most. but you knew him, more than anyone.

melkor pulls you to the centre of the balcony and takes your hand in his larger one, his gaze never leaving yours. "dance with me.''

your gaze softens, yet you still attempt to shake your head. "melkor, I c-''

"oh, come on,'' the vala cuts you off and leans down, dark strands brushing your face as he brings himself a mere inch away from you. "one more time, for old time's sake?"

starstruck, is what you were. staring into the eyes that were once your world, that still are. the curl on your lips is faint, and slowly you nod your head as you lean closer to him as you always have.

"alright,'' your whisper brushes his lips as he twirls your body with his beneath the moonlight.

"for old time's sake.''

#·⊰ ꒰🎐꒱ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 ៸៸ melkor ─ ♡.#melkor x reader #melkor #morgoth #morgoth x reader #the silmarillion #silm #tolkien #fluff #imagines #writing

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ainur-interactions · 2 years

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*Eyes melkor and Mairon*

"Well, you two fucked my moral compass so might aswell fuck me too. At this point itd be rude not too"

a smirk finds its way to the dark lord's lips as he takes your chin between his fingers and raises your head. “is that so? are you certain that you aren't biting off more than you can chew, dollface?”

it is then that you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you from behind and warm lips against your neck. “I believe they are, my lord.” croons mairon against your ear.

#·⊰ ꒰🌸꒱ 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ៸៸ mairon ─ ♡.#·⊰ ꒰🌸꒱ 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ៸៸ melkor ─ ♡.#mairon #mairon x reader #sauron #sauron x reader #melkor #melkor x reader #morgoth #morgoth x reader #the silmarillion #silm #tolkien #ainur #valar #maiar #smut #minors dni #interactions

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dirty-ainur-confessions · 1 year

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

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

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

#·⊰ ꒰🌹꒱ 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭 ៸៸ melkor ─ ♡.#melkor #melkor x reader #morgoth #morgoth x reader #the silmarillion #silm #tolkien #smut #minors dni #ainur #valar #confessions

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ho2020pe · 1 year

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New fic added where Morgoth falls in love with Sauron and Galadriel’s daughter

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and-the-stars-collided · 1 year

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Ainur as Aesthetics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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kiatheinsomniac · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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the-angband-confessional · 8 months

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Melkor *cough* I'm not feeling too well, so I will be staying in bed today.

The Vala has you all bundled up in pelts before going to the kitchens to make you a stew. There is a clanging of pots and spoons while Melkor searched his way around cupboards and tables and stoves. The thralls stand to a side and watch, their eyes wide with shock, before disappearing into the shadows when he turns around and glares at them.

"Eat this precious," he insists after returning with a bowl of piping hot stew. "There will be more after you wake up."

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edensrose · 8 months

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. ˚◞♡ 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕◞ ₊˚﹕and he descended upon arda in power and majesty greater than any other of the valar, as a mountain that wades in the sea and has its head above the clouds and is clad in ice and crowned with smoke and fire.

. ˚◞♡ 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔◞ ₊˚﹕

˚◞❀˳ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦◞ꕥ

꒰ he can't help it, you're just so pretty to look at ꒷꒦ imagine ꒷꒦ ft. ainur ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴◞ꕥ

꒰ he just so happens to walk in on you crying ꒷꒦ imagine ꒷꒦ ft. ainur ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬◞ꕥ

꒰ you decide to play the 'I want a baby prank' on him ꒷꒦ texts ꒷꒦ ft. valar ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘴◞ꕥ

꒰ how the dark lord kisses you ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘯𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴?◞ꕥ

꒰ you adore messing with him, so you decide to dodge his kisses ꒷꒦ imagine ꒷꒦ ft. ainur ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴◞ꕥ

꒰ the first time that melkor laid eyes on you, a maia of manwë ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯◞ꕥ

꒰ he really tries not to, alas he can't help but get a bit jealous ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒷꒦ ft.ainur ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘵𝘩�� 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦◞ꕥ

꒰ melkor finds himself fascinated with his s/o's modern world ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒷꒦ ft.mairon ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦?◞ꕥ

꒰ he knows it's silly, but he can't help to see green with your ex around ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒷꒦ ft. ainur ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘰𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴◞ꕥ

꒰ being in a relationship with the dark lord has its perks ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒱ ₊˚⊹

. ˚◞♡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇◞ ₊˚﹕

˚◞❀˳ 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴◞ꕥ

꒰ he's so comfortable, how could you not fall asleep on his lap? ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒷꒦ ft. ainur ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘵𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘵◞ꕥ

꒰ you gift him the news of your successful pregnancy ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒷꒦ ft. valar ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴◞ꕥ

꒰ he wakes up to you lost in nightmares and comforts you ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒷꒦ valar ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘯𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴◞ꕥ

꒰ angband was always typically cold thanks to melkor's presence. the least he could do was compensate for the iciness you have to deal with ꒷꒦ 1k follower event ꒷꒦ 800 ꒷꒦ ft. mairon ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦◞ꕥ

꒰ what if the dark lord had a daughter? ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒱ ₊˚⊹

. ˚◞♡ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕◞ ₊˚﹕

˚◞❀˳ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦◞ꕥ

꒰ manwë finds himself at the foot of utumno, begging the one he calls brother to return ꒷꒦ drabble ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 ◞ꕥ

꒰ it's something that he has always feared, losing you ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒷꒦ ft. ainur ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶◞ꕥ

꒰ tragedy strikes a day before you can wed the man that you love — manwë. and all thanks to a debt. turns out that in order to pay for their sins, your family gives you up to none other than a notorious name in the business world: melkor, who has taken quite the liking to you. what happens when you're forced to break things off with your fiance with but a text? ꒷꒦ modern au ꒷꒦ 2.5k ꒷꒦ ft. melkor ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧◞ꕥ

꒰ you were the lover of mairon, one of the most precious things in his life. how did his love become his only weakness ꒷꒦ 1k follower event ꒷꒦ 1.5k ꒷꒦ ft. mairon ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴◞ꕥ

꒰ accidents happen, unfortunately, this is not something that the dark lords can ever fix ꒷꒦ ft. mairon ꒱ ₊˚⊹

. ˚◞♡ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕◞ ₊˚﹕

˚◞❀˳ 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵◞ꕥ

꒰ melkor decides that it's about time he teaches his brother a thing or two about pleasuring a women, what better way to practice than on his doll of a maia? how could you possibly pass up a chance at being bedded by two valar? ꒷꒦ 2.9k ꒷꒦ ft. melkor ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴◞ꕥ

꒰ what it's like to be with melkor beneath the sheets ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯?◞ꕥ

꒰ you decide to surprise your lover by asking him to join you in the shower ꒷꒦ imagine ꒷꒦ ft. ainur ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩◞ꕥ

꒰ melkor can't help it, it's his pleasure to overstimulate you ꒷꒦ imagine ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦◞ꕥ

꒰ surely your beloved wouldn't mind a few dirty texts while he's a work, right? ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒷꒦ ft. ainur ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘶◞ꕥ

꒰ you just so happen to accidentally summon an incubus ꒷꒦ multiwork ꒷꒦ ft. valar ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴◞ꕥ

꒰ ever wondered what his cum tastes like? ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒷꒦ ft. ainur ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱?◞ꕥ

꒰ he just so happens to stumble in on you touching yourself. . . and decides to watch ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒷꒦ ft. ainur ꒱ ₊˚⊹

. ˚◞♡ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌◞ ₊˚﹕

˚◞❀˳ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦◞ꕥ

꒰ he's obsessed with you, and now you're pregnant with his child ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒷꒦ yandere!melkor ꒷꒦ ft. mairon ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 & 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴◞ꕥ

꒰ yandere alphabet with melkor ꒷꒦ headcanons ꒷꒦ part 2 ꒷꒦ part 3 ꒱ ₊˚⊹

˚◞❀˳ 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘶◞ꕥ

꒰ the ever deadly, ever-devious leader of one of the most renowned mercenary syndicates in arda takes an interest in you ꒷꒦ dark!melkor ꒷꒦ multiwork ꒷꒦ ft. ainur ꒱ ₊˚⊹

#˚◞❀˳ 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 ﹕ melkor masterlist ꒱ ₊˚⊹#melkor #morgoth bauglir #the silmarillion #tolkien #tolkien x reader #silm #melkor x reader #morgoth x reader #reader insert #x reader #writing

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

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At his mercy

Pairing: Melkor x Fem Reader

Themes: Smut

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥| Minors DNI | 18+

Wordcount: 1.5K words

Summary: Disturbing the Lord of Angband results in more consequences than you could handle.

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A/N: As promised, here is the Melkor x Reader smut fic.

Of all the rooms in Angband, Lord Melkor's chambers were the darkest. Tapers were rarely permitted, and the hearth only came into use during winter months. Large windows opened up to the night sky, and tonight, a million stars shone brightly alongside a full moon. That was a good thing, as light flooded the vast bedchamber and the clean, cool night air crept in little by little.

Melkor felt none of it, saw none of it, not the chill in the air or the pale, silvery light that lit up the room.

"Come now, precious, I thought this was what you wanted?" he laughed—a deep, loud laugh that echoed across the room. His eyes, velvety black to the very center, grew even darker as lust and triumph shone on his face.

You struggled, unable to move as your hands were bound above your head with soft, silken scarves that were tied to the bedposts. "M-my l-lord," you whined amongst the jumbled silk sheets, breathless after being brought back from the edge yet again. "No m-more. Please."

Melkor grinned wickedly before settling between your legs once more. He relished the taste of you, subtle and sweet on his tongue. He lifted his eyes and watched you—how your eyes grew glassy with the tears that had gathered at the corners. He loved it—loved seeing your pretty tears and your defenses shatter and crumble under his touch. "No more?" he growled, his teeth nipping at the insides of your thighs. "Precious, I am just getting started."

You could only whimper helplessly when he dove into your heat, his slate-gray arm pinning you down to the bed. Dizzy and weak, you could only arch your back while his lips tugged greedily, as if starving for the taste of you. You struggled for purchase against the soft bed, your nails nearly tearing into the fabric of your bindings while he kept an easy pace, grunting softly against your clit.

And you had brought it on yourself by distracting him when he had been busy in his little council room, nipping at his earlobe, playing with his hair, unclasping his tunic so you could run your hands down his bare chest. Melkor warned you and told you to stop. You teased and toyed with him instead; you pushed his buttons, and now you find yourself in his bed, completely at his mercy.

But you see, Melkor was without mercy. His kisses touched you everywhere but your mouth, leaving your lips cold and starving. And his touch? His touch was harsh, rough, and greedy; his palms leaving reddened bruises along your thighs. And it was agonizing, so brutally agonizing, how he would repeatedly take you to the brink and pull back, leaving you frustrated and teary-eyed. He always found great satisfaction in that, the little streaks that would stain your cheeks. You tried to fight it, to deny him such a sight this time, but with each harsh lick, you found yourself failing miserably.

"Well, well, well," Melkor looked up and grunted hoarsely, his lips curling into a wolfish grin when your eyes glinted with unshed tears. "Tearing up for me already? Oh, precious, how weak and pathetic you are right now."

He laughed again when you mewled miserably from the loss of contact. And he was right—you felt so weak right now, so hungry for him, you could not help yourself. "Please, my lord," you cried in frustration when he dipped his head, burying his tongue deep between your thighs. "P-please I cannot..."

The spank that reddened your thigh shocked you into meek silence, and the first of your tears broke free. Melkor looked up once more, his eyes glinting with deep satisfaction. "Such an obedient little slut you are, silencing your tongue so quickly for me. And what is this I see?" He looked over at the little streaks slowly going down your cheeks. Oh, how he moaned when he saw those tears of yours. Unable to resist, he kissed his way back up, his lips and teeth leaving little red patches to bloom in their wake.

And how your heart fluttered when you heard his ragged breathing and felt his chest heaving heavily against yours. When you forced your eyes open, you found his blazing fiercely, as if lit by the fires of a furnace. Trembling beneath him now, you couldn't help but sigh desperately when a callused thumb brushed up against the little drops that had gathered at the corners of your eyes. "Delicious," He said in a voice that grown rough and deep, his lips constantly seeking the little beads that were yours tears, tasting them, savouring them, before creeping back to your thighs again.

This time you didn't whine, didn't put up even a hint of protest. That pleased Melkor no end. "Keep quiet, my darling slut, and I will take good care of you."

Oh, how he took good care of you. And this time, the denials of your pleasure only grew sweeter and sweeter. Melkor was savage and relentless, his hands gripping your thighs firmly, his tongue a delightful torment. You felt yourself floating on a high, close to reaching your peak, and your body was close to shattering. Then, when your muscles coiled, when you reached the point of no return, Melkor pulled away again, growling fiercely when you welcomed this torment without protest. When he saw you like that, bound and submissive to him, a dark need flashed through his veins, one that made him lose all sense of control. He swept you along, moving between your thighs and lifting your hips, sinking his cock into your wet cunt without warning. All he craved was to have you writhing and crying out for him.

And he got exactly what he desired. Your gasp at that first jolt, the way you sobbed his name when he plunged into you. It hurt, oh, how it hurt. And how you felt him inside you, hot and thick and pulsing, drilling into you and filling you completely. And you loved it—the pleasure and the pain that flooded you again and again when your walls stretched around his cock. "Pl-please my lord!" you cried shamelessly, hoping and praying he wouldn't stop this time. "Don't stop my lord!"

Melkor chuckled at your needy pleas. "I should stop. Punish you more. Tempting me the way you did."

"N-no m-more," a moan rolled past your lips, and your body jolted when your thigh stung beneath his roughened palm again.

"Distracting me," Melkor hissed, his pace relentless now, the sounds of his hips slapping the insides of your thighs, the subtle squelching sound of his cock sinking into your throbbing cunt, and the bed creaking softly beneath the two of you filling the air. "Made it hard for me to concentrate."

"I'm s-sorry m-my l-lord," you whimpered when he knelt up and grabbed onto your hips, having his way with you like you were just a toy in his large hands. "I'm so sorry."

"You should be sorry, you pathetic little slut. But don't worry, I will not deny you now."

Melkor lost himself in you. Sensation after heated sensation washed over him, the sounds of your cries intoxicating him, the sensation of your walls fluttering around his cock threatening to drown him. Melkor forced his eyes open, aching to see the myriad of expressions flash over your face as he took you over the cliff. It was worth it, seeing your eyes flutter, your mouth parting as you moaned, and how your back arched every time he sunk his cock into your heat. He dared not take his eyes off you; he could not take his eyes off you, and he felt it, oh, how he felt it. Your walls contracting around him, milking his cock, pulling him in deeper as your orgasm ripped through you. It was like a drug to him, the sounds you made, all deep and guttural and throaty, the way your back arched, how your eyes nearly rolled back while you cried out in ecstasy. It undid him, made him surrender. And surrender he did, moaning long and deep as he spilled his seed inside you.

The room quitened and the air seemed to still. Nothing could be heard save for the sound of ragged breathing, of sheets rustling beneath. And the room grew cold. You feel it now, seeping into your bones. Your breath was shallow and laboured, struggling to reach an even keel. Your body still shook and you felt him still buried in you, his hands now gently rubbing at your bruised and sore hips as he struggled to keep himself up, to stop himself from collapsing on top of you.

"Precious," Melkor whispered and pulled out of you so he could seek your lips. You could taste it—the essence of you—in his kiss, on his tongue. He took great care to prop himself up on one elbow, to avoid crushing you with his weight. And his kiss was deep and drugging, lulling you into a sense of peace, his free hand gently skimming its way over your trembling body, as if to soothe.

"My lord," you murmured back, your soft sighs pouring into his mouth. Melkor reached up and loosened the scarfs around your wrists, freeing them, allowing your hands to roam all over him. Your wrists were sore but you made good use of your freedom, running your hands over his large thighs, his broad back, burying them in his inky black hair. His body was so warm and smelled subtly of smoke from the furnace, something you couldn’t get enough of. And he kept kissing you, soft and tender now, whispering sweet little nothings of much he loved it, how good you were, how well you took him. His praise was just as wonderful as was his admonishment, and you lapped it all up, always eager for more.

Alas, you had grown tired, so very tired. Melkor felt it, in the slackening of your touch, in the softening of your limbs. When you stifled a yawn, he moved to his side and pulled up the pelts. "Come precious,” he said, throwing his arms around you. “You need your rest."

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