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artesdaterramediabykithkerulin · 3 months

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❄️❄️Melkor🩸 Sauron🔥🔥

Corrigi o Sauron todinho 😂, o dos rascunhos não me satisfazia muito...

👉 me sigam

#silmarillion fan art #tolkien fan art #art by @kithkerulin #tolkien #silmarillion #the silmarillion #sauron #lord of the rings #jrrtolkien #fanart #mairon #morgoth #blood #morgoth bauglir #morgoth x sauron #melkor x mairon

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 10 months

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Athelas Drabble Challenge: Submission

Pairing: Melkor x Mairon

Themes: Very mild smut

Warnings: Very mild smut | NSFW | Bondage - Hand ties

Wordcount: 300 words

Summary: Melkor submits for the first time.

Rating: 🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+

Rules and tag form here.

"Submit." It was what Mairon wanted—something other than lord and master. "Out there, I bow to you," he insisted, "but in here, you belong to me."

Melkor had scoffed. He was the true elder king, the greatest among them all. He would never submit to another.

And yet, it was what Mairon desired. Submission. Melkor finally yielded. And he found it to be different. Submitting to Mairon was different. It felt right, like that was how they were supposed to be.

And now Mairon's lips were a hair's breadth over his own, the flat of his palm cupping his cheek. That touch blazed like a furnace, but Melkor felt no pain. All he felt was pleasure shooting through him like bolts of white-hot lighting.

"Does it hurt?" he whispered, his voice already thick with need.

His name. Just his.

"It does not, precious." Melkor moaned when lips that tasted of cloves and honey opened over his, and warmth flooded his entire being. Mairon pressed into him, their fanas cleaving to each other while he moved. His eyes closed and his mouth opened in a silent cry as each thrust brought him closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. Melkor only encouraged him; his words and pleas and cries inflamed him.

It felt so strange to be the instrument of another's pleasure. To have to lay there, hands bound to the bedpost, unable to touch or possess, to be at the mercy of another, was indeed strange. And overwhelming. And exhilarating. Melkor yielded to hungry kisses, to caresses that went from gentle to frantic in the blink of an eye, to the nails that left a mark of their own all over his fana. He drowned in Mairon's desperate moans, his name spilling off Mairon's lips.

It was glorious.

tags: @cilil @edensrose @fictionfordays @asianbutnotjapanese

#trabble #athelasdrabblechallenge #angbang #melkor #morgoth #mairon #sauron #melkor x mairon #morgoth x sauron #the silm #The silm imagine #the silmarillion #the ainur #the valar #the maiar #fanfiction #writeblr #💫whimsy's shenanigans #💫a world of whimsy writes

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90shaladriel · 3 months

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First Fire in the Void - Chapter 6: Almaren pt 2

Summary:

Melkor returns to Almaren with a promise to behave now. The Valar consider his request while Melian continues to help Mairon with his glow up. Yavanna sees all with a watchful eye.

Words: 3.6k

CW: None

Rating: This chapter is mild, maybe T or M

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That was the year that Melkor, officially, returned from the black emptiness of Eä. Yavanna met him in the foyer for the grand throne room. She studied the god’s dark and rugged features he chose to form himself. It was an unusual raiment for the Ainur, most who patterned themselves off the vision of the first come children of Ilúvatar who were made to be creatures of light and beauty it seemed to her. “Greetings my lord.” She spoke in the formal tongue adopted by Manwë’s court. “My lady” his answer came with a hint of mockery as he looked around the palace with a smirk. “Not my style, but I am impressed by what my brother can ask others to build, your husband has always been a dedicated servant for his masters.” She ignored his taunts. “Do we still have an agreement? We are all doing this for Mairon’s sake”

#sauron #morgoth #mairon #melkor #angbang #silm fanfic #the silmarillion #silmarillion #fanfic #pre-angbang #melkor x mairon #morgoth x sauron #aule #yavanna

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quinthejester · 2 years

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day 4 of @angbangweek, prompt: Angband. kind of experimenting with digital art/brushes and stuff for this one, and yeah!

#Angbangweek2022 #melkor #mairon #angbang #morgoth #sauron #silm #silmarillion #The Silmarillion #silm art #silm fanart #silmarillion art #silmarillion fanart #melkor x mairon #morgoth x sauron #my art #digital art #fanart

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goofygoldengirl · 3 months

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ONG see the light by ghost is such an angbang song

#see the light ghost #angbang #the silmarillion #melkor x mairon #morgoth x sauron

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mywitchcultblr · 2 years

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ANON HAVE NO IDEA THAT IM A HUGE SHIPPER AND DEFENDER OF BIG BOSS X OCELOT AND MORGOTH X SAURON

BLACKBEARD X IZZY IS FUCKING TAME *laugh* *dies from laugh*

Anon let me tell you, Ocelot is a fucking sadist and I think masochist too and it was him who shot Naked Snake' eyes ( accidentally tho if I'm not mistaken ) Ocelot also have a hard on for torture and John ( Snake ) totally into this deranged spaghetti cowboy cat spy master torturer

Ocelot and John also responsible for many conflicts in the world they totally #warcrime husbands

They love each other so much

ALSO ANGBANG, SAURON X MORGOTH. NEED I SAY MORE?

Anon... Izzy is tame. Blackhands or Blackhannets are tame

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billanony-art · 6 months

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It will take 6 years to do all the embroidery on the dress, after all I can't do anything about it as I am a fabric designer 🧵🥻

#sauron #silmarillion #mairon #melkor #morgoth #lotr #angbang #morgoth x sauron #annatar #mairon x melkor #morgon #art wip #the one ring #the rings of power #mount doom #mordor #shadow of mordor #gorgoroth

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

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Precious

Pairing: Melkor x Mairon

Themes: NSFW | Soft

Warnings: Kissing

Word count: 1.8k words

Summary : Melkor takes the first step to confess his true feelings to Mairon, and sparks fly.

Rating: 🔥

Minors DNI | 18+

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ETA: this was supposed to be a one off, but now a part two is in the works.

Melkor stayed in the shadows of the forge, his eyes following the smith's every move.

Mairon worked on, oblivious to the inky black eyes that watched the swing of his arm and the flexing muscles of his back. He hammered at heated steel, shaping it, turning it, and starting all over again. When it started to form into what he desired, he almost smiled.

Almost. He still had a long way to go.

The vision kept calling, begging to be molded and transformed into the physical. Mairon consigned the blade to a blazing furnace, heating it till it reddened and sent out showers of hot sparks when struck. He worked on it again and again, not stopping till his vision became reality and metal turned into something that was both beautiful and deadly. He didn't give up until it was perfect, without any flaws. When he was done, Mairon looked over it once more, just to be sure. No rough edges, no bumps, and no dents. Pleased with the end result, he allowed himself a deep, satisfying breath and smiled. Really smiled. Melkor felt his breath hitch at the sight. He then caught the heavy eyes and the worn limbs. "You work yourself too much, precious," he called out from the cover of darkness.

The Maia's pulse leaped when he heard that voice. "And you need to stop hiding in the shadows, my lord," Mairon smiled, waiting for Melkor to join him, as he always did. He left the newly made weapon someplace safe to cool and put his tools away. "And skulking about as you do."

Melkor narrowed his eyes and stepped into the bright light, the heavy thud of his boots echoing through the great forge as he crossed the stone floor. He tried hard not to wince, but all those candles and torches hurt his eyes. Mairon preferred the forge like this, well lit for his work, and Melkor, willing to put up with it for Mairon's sake, bit his tongue.

"I do not skulk, precious. I..." Melkor waved his hands languidly as he tried to come up with a suitable explanation. "Merely keep out of the way and observe."

Goosebumps rose all over Mairon's flesh when he heard the word precious, as Melkor said it to him and him alone. "And what are you doing here," he took a deep, steadying breath to try and calm his pounding heart. "My lord, at this unseemly hour?"

Melkor simply smiled and went over to a rack holding new weapons and tools, all bearing Mairon's sigil. "Does a lord need a reason to visit any part of his keep?" He then walked over to a table and looked over several sketches, all beautifully drawn with charcoal. The one he picked up was a drawing of the weapon that had just been made, which was now cooling even as he looked at it. "Any reason at all?"

Mairon had to shake his head at that. Melkor was lord of Angband, and just as he said, he could visit any part of it he liked and at any time he liked. And yet, when he was not overseeing plans or holding discussions in the throne room, Melkor was always here, seeking out his company, helping him, distracting him, sometimes in ways that made Mairon's entire fana warm. It flustered him, and he needed answers.

"Why, my lord?" He demanded as respectfully as he could, "Why are you always here?"

There was a sudden softening in Melkor's steely gray countenance. Again, it was something only Mairon saw. "Is it not obvious to you, precious?"

Mairon turned his back to him, his gaze moving to the table before him. "No, my lord."

Melkor hummed wickedly, his lips curving into a smile. "Really now, you do not know?"

Mairon felt his entire fana tremble. Oh, he suspected it, saw something more than just lord and servant in the stolen looks, felt it in the oh-so-innocent touches that glided up his arm whenever Melkor stood too close. Still, it would not do to get his hopes up and give word to what he had been feeling inside for a while now. Mairon was just a lowly Maia, and Melkor was one of the Valar, the brother of Manwë himself. It was impossible, he would always tell himself. He was certain his lord would never seek anything beyond master and servant. And, with that thought, he said, "No my lord, I do not."

A wicked grin, one that Mairon once secretly deemed a weapon all of its own, flashed at his back. "Then perhaps I should tell you more." Melkor inched his way closer, his hands reaching out and toying with the fiery gold braid that fell past Mairon's waist. Unable to help himself, he tugged on the thin strip of ribbon that held it together. Melkor had always hated it when Mairon had all of that lush hair of his tied up in some form or another. "Or perhaps... I should just show you instead."

Mairon trembled. Oh, how he trembled when that ribbon loosened and drifted to the floor. His breath shuddered when Melkor undid his braid, loosening it inch by slow inch, not stopping until his hair spread out behind him like a river of molten gold.

A sweet, mouthwatering scent filled his lungs when he brushed his nose over that hair. "Beautiful, precious," Melkor whispered and murmured softly in the words only the Ainur knew. Mairon let himself soften, his body yielding and sagging against Melkor's when words of uncommon tenderness were uttered for his ears alone. He felt something—a slow, prickling feeling of pleasure—take root in his belly, something he only felt whenever Melkor looked his way with darkened eyes. Unsure of what to do, he stood still and let Melkor take the lead.

The Vala slowly undressed him, first by untying the straps of his apron and pulling them over his head. His arms reached over, and his skilled fingers undid the clasps of Mairon's tunic, one by one, leaving the bare flesh beneath exposed to his touch. Mairon's very muscles quivered when those steely gray hands glided over his torso, groaning under his breath when that touch went from light to demanding, his own hands going over Melkor's, as if to guide him on where he liked to be touched.

His second-in-command desired him, something that made his heart hammer away in a frantic beat. Delighting in this response, Melkor leaned in and pressed his lips against Mairon's ear. "Do you still want to know why I always seek you out, precious?"

Teeth nibbling at his earlobe made him moan under his breath. Mairon now knew, or at least he thought he knew. Melkor wanted him; it was plain as day now. Still, it would be nice to hear it said out loud. "Y-yes," he cried softly when a hand moved between his thighs, making the strain against his clothing grow stronger. "I would like to hear you say it, my lord."

Melkor shook his head and chuckled breathily. Mairon always did have a soft spot for spoken declarations, so he would have to actually tell him instead of just showing him. "I want you, precious. From the very first moment I saw you, I have wanted you," he said, his voice husky and intense. "You haunt my every waking moment. You... " His voice cracked when he grew fearful of Mairon rejecting him. Yes. Melkor, the ever-sure, ever-arrogant dark lord, was afraid—afraid of Mairon rejecting him, despite his heated reactions to Melkor's touch. "Haunt my every dream, and I burn for you. I crave you. I..."

Mairon turned and, taking Melkor's face into his hands, swallowed the last of his words with a kiss. His hands snaked upward, working frantically at Melkor's tunic. "I want you, my lord," Mairon said, pausing and looking up at him. Melkor straightened and towered over him as he always did, and Mairon had to reach up to cup his cheeks. "You've made me feel things I didn't know were possible, and... and..."

Melkor lifted his hands and let them toy with Mairon's hair, twining his fingers around locks that felt like silk. Visions of that hair spread all over his pillows fogged up his mind. "Precious?"

The time had come to put what he was feeling into words. "I... I desire you, my lord." Mairon stopped and looked up. Inky black eyes bore into his before softening, as if they were melting. Mairon gulped, fearful he had said something he shouldn't have. When Melkor smiled instead and leaned in, Mairon closed the distance between them.

Oh, how that kiss was sweet. Melkor kissed him until he moaned, devouring Mairon's mouth with deep, drugging kisses that left him breathless and weak. He wanted him. Mairon actually wanted him. Melkor groaned, low and rough, inflamed by growing desire. His tongue licked past parted lips and dipped into the sweet warmth of Mairon's mouth. When Mairon sighed and threw his arms around his waist, Melkor gripped at his hips, moving him back until he banged up against the workbench and cried out—in shock and need—before Melkor grabbed onto his thighs and lifted him onto the table.

Mairon's lips had grown hot and hungry, his body pulsing in anticipation. His hands skimmed all over Melkor's skin, his moans slowly turning into pleas. Now, he wanted to say. Take me now.

Only that's not what Melkor did. His mouth glided over Mairon's chin, his throat, his tongue snaking out and leaving little wet trails where it touched. Lower he went, kissing trembling muscles, his tongue swirling over every dip and curve, moaning desperately as his own body reacted in a very harsh and physical way. He felt it—the vicious sexual tug that dragged him under. On an oath, he pressed his starving lips against Mairon's already heated skin, his teeth leaving patches of purple and red to bloom over bare skin.

Lightheaded and dizzy, Mairon watched deft hands glide over his thighs, his own digging into the edges of the table until his knuckles had gone white. His eyes refocused on Melkor's, those vivid orbs of black and beaten gold, and his breath hitched when Melkor slowly drew away his loosened tunic to work on the clasp of his breeches.

"M-my l-lord," was all he could manage as Melkor knelt gracefully between his thighs, paying no mind to the rough, cobblestone floor.

"Yes, precious?" Melkor hummed softly and looked up at him, his gaze softening in an instant.

Mairon lifted a hand to Melkor's cheek. "Wh-what do you want to do, my lord?"

Melkor turned his attention to Mairon's palm, his lips skimming over those tapered fingers, delighting in the breathy whimpers he heard. "I want to taste you," he insisted, his hands gliding over and around Mairon's thighs. "And I want you to taste me. Would you like that, precious?"

Mairon hummed sweetly as lust and need whipped at him like new coils. His heart pounded frantically as he took in those gleaming eyes, that fall of inky black hair, and those sinful lips. Oh, but to feel more of those lips, to bury his hands in all of that hair.

"Y-yes," he panted as Melkor groaned triumphantly. "My answer is yes."

Tags: @fictionfordays | @asianbutnotjapanese | @edensrose | @cilil | @viivi

#the brainrot is getting to me #melkor x mairon #morgoth x sauron #melkor smut #morgoth smut #sauron smut #mairon smut #the silmarillion #the silm smut #the silm #the silm fanfiction #fanfiction #writeblr #a world of whimsy writes #the ainur #maiar #the valar

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90shaladriel · 8 months

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First Fire in the Void - Chapter 4: Touched

Summary: The war with Melkor over Arda roils on. Mairon has thoughts for how things could be done differently but Aule and Yavanna are supportive. Melkor shares some strange ideas to Mairon before a new Ainur descends into Arda to challenge Melkor for dominance.

3.2k Words

Warnings: SFW but topic of sexuality is brought up

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“It’s been difficult finding you alone.” The Vala smiled sarcastically at Mairon. “Aulë wouldn’t let his puppet off its strings.”

Mairon frowned, not taking the bait anymore but wary of some trick.

“I actually have a lot on my plate right now. No thanks to you.."

Melkor snorted “This war would be much different if they didn’t have you on their side.”

Mairon knew he had played a big part in checking Morgoth’s spread of power in years past. They had tangled enough that it was no surprise Melkor might single him out among the Aulendil as an adversary. Not that Melkor ever really stood a chance on his own against the might of all the other Valar.

“You can’t hope to win against all the other Valar combined.” Mairon spoke honestly, he really didn’t understand what Melkor hoped to achieve by all this strife, why he persisted in this stupid attempt to disrupt the implementation of Eru’s designs. “Why don’t you just use your powers for creation with us? Why do you go alone?”

#sauron #morgoth #mairon #melkor #angbang #silm fanfic #the silmarillion #silmarillion #fanfic #pre-angbang #melkor x mairon #morgoth x sauron #aule #yavanna

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quinthejester · 2 years

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Day 7 of @angbangweek, free space. I decided to draw a modern au version of the boys. Something something Morgoth is like, chairman/ceo of Angband industries, and Sauron is his second in command. they are rich people destroying the world but they’re doing it together <3