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cilil · 18 days

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𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝒾𝓇𝓈

Characters: Mairon, Gothmog, Eönwë, Tilion & Ossë; reader's gender is unspecified - all up to your imagination~

Featuring: 2nd person POV, vampire!Mairon, werewolf!Mairon, monsterfucking, Balrog anatomy, avian Ainu, merman, some Dom/sub dynamics, bit of predator/prey and other kinks, penetrative sex, intercrural sex, dirty talk

Warnings: Possessive themes, smut, tiny bit of degradation branding/burn marks, blood drinking/vampirism, mentions of impact play (whipping, spanking), swords/blades, bit of blood, biting, scratching

AN: Thanks to everyone who voted on my poll (back in the day). Sorry for the delay and here are your top choices plus our favorite birdy boy - hope you enjoy!

Mairon

𓂀 Once your heart is his, Mairon makes sure to live up to his reputation as the Lord of Gifts and the Lord of the Rings. Whether it is to seal a bond of marriage, asking for your hand or a promise of love and courtship, he crafts a beautiful ring just for you - showing everyone that you are now his and possibly also enhancing said ring with a few spells so he can watch over you.

𓂀 Yet gold is not the only way for him to mark your body; he also loves to use his fire to ensure neither you nor anyone else will ever forget where you belong. Mairon's preferred symbol to draw on your skin is The Eye, and he loves to place it right on your neck or chest so he can see it every time he takes you.

𓂀 His love and desire for you take many forms, as does he; when in the shape of a vampire, he enjoys biting you and drinking your blood while he makes love to you, strengthening the bond between you. He may sing to you to keep you calm while he feeds, and his song causes the wound and the vein he drank from to appear golden for a time until it slowly fades. Mairon expects you to wear those marks with pride and not cover them up.

𓂀 Whenever his form has more wolfish attributes, he also likes leaving bite marks, but his favorite feature is his knot. He loves how it swells inside you and stretches you out while he breeds you and how it keeps his seed inside until he decides he's done with you for the night.

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

"Do you think you can take it?"

Mairon slams into you with the full strength of his fána, making sure you can feel every inch of his hot, hard cock stretching you out without mercy.

"Do you think you can take my knot, my precious little slut?"

You barely manage to nod before a searing hot sensation makes you cry out in pain and pleasure alike. The eye symbol, proudly adorning your chest, glows in response to his words, like on the day when you were first marked by his hand.

Satisfied with your obedience, Mairon stops moving and allows his seed to fill you. His knot swells proudly, binding you to him, and you try to muffle another scream — only for him to deter you with a quick slap on your thigh.

"No," he says firmly, "let me hear it. I want to hear how much you love this, and you will not deny me."

Gothmog

☄ Contrary to popular belief, Gothmog can be affectionate and isn't afraid to show it. He likes to keep you close in public and holds you like a pretty little doll, making it clear to everyone that you belong to him and no one else may come close to you, let alone touch you. Even when he isn't around, the scent of fire and heat of his touch seems to surround you everywhere you go.

☄ Yet make no mistake: The Lord of Balrogs is incredibly strong and likes it rough. He may use his claws and fangs to as part of passionate love making and leave bite and scratch marks in strategic spots to ensure that everyone knows he has claimed you. Carry your marks with pride: To Balrogs, they are a symbol of strength and a sign that you belong.

☄ Gothmog's favorite way to claim and mark you, however, is fire - but he won't use his whip unless you ask him to. Instead, he may opt to simply use his hands to leave a nice and warm hand print on your skin; the same applies to any sort of impact play where he uses his hands instead of any tools. The touch of a Balrog leaves a lingering feeling of either cosy warmth or searing heat, and which one it will be is his choice to make.

☄ Aside from horns that you can hold on to, Gothmog also has a tail - and yes, he can and will use it. Not only is it a convenient as an additional limb to wrap around you and pull you close when his hands and arms are occupied and to keep others away from you, but he can also use it to fuck you if he so chooses, be it to tease you or for double penetration. He loves to test your limits.

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"What a pretty little thing you are." Gothmog pats your head with his large hand while he continues to effortlessly bounce you on his lap as if you weigh nothing.

You would have cried out from the intensity of his massive cock thrusting in and out of you rapidly, but all you manage is a muffled moan; your mouth is currently occupied by the tip of his tail.

"We don't need the entire fortress to hear you," Gothmog said beforehand, and you agreed.

He is — for his standards — gentle with you, but you also know that there isn't much mercy to be had in Angband. You consider yourself lucky to be with him.

Your thoughts are interrupted when Gothmog rakes the claws of his free hand down your back and chuckles when he feels your throat vibrate with muted screams.

"And so good for me too," he adds to his previous statement. "Keep taking me so nicely and I might even let you rest after this round."

Eönwë

⚔ As sweet and affectionate as Eönwë is with you in private, he's not exactly fond of others trying to compete, particularly during avian mating season. He stays with you whenever he can, guarding you like a precious treasure, and watches the people who approach you, both when's nearby and when he's somewhere else. Should another suitor be so foolish as to approach you anyway, they will soon notice a very irate Maia glaring at them and posturing aggressively, every single feather fluffed up.

⚔ While you two are still courting and not quite ready for marriage yet, Eönwë presents you with a lovely promise bracelet or anklet (your choice), made of his favorite materials that he gathered himself. Nothing makes him happier than seeing you wear it, and conveniently enough it also serves as a reminder to other suitors that you are very much taken - by the chief of the Maiar, no less.

⚔ When Eönwë makes love to you, he can be gentle, but he can also be feral. Sometimes his desire simply overwhelms him. Depending on his current form, he has talons on his hands and will make use of them to mark you, even drawing ancient patterns on you to show everyone who claimed you. You can also expect to find yourself covered in love bites, with his favorite area being your neck.

⚔ If you enjoy rough sex and agree to try out some more "extreme" kinks, Eönwë would love to make use of his sword - the song of steel and battle is ingrained in his very being, after all. As much as the rational part of him hates to see you hurt, the feral part of him is fascinated by the way you shiver when a cold blade is pressed against you or when it leaves beautiful lines of red on your skin and draws a few droplets of blood.

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

Cold steel bites into your skin as the blade touches your throat, but you only have eyes for Eönwë. He's breathing heavily, and his fána glows with barely contained lust.

"I want you," he breathes.

You spread your legs in silent invitation. Surely he must know that you are already his; even if you decided to fight back now, which is the last thing on your mind, he would be too strong for you.

"Exactly like this," Eönwë says then, and you understand. He wants to take you with his sword at your throat, utterly at his mercy, and your skin prickles with excitement.

The prospect of submitting to the greatest warrior of the Maiar so completely is thrilling.

Eönwë enters you with one swift thrust, his free hand reaching for your hip. You make sure not to move, as you know he wants from you, and welcome him inside. The blade presses against your skin, but only lightly; his hold is steady, his posture impeccable, no blood is drawn.

You surrender.

Tilion

☽ Tilion loves antlers, his pride and joy when it comes to his fána, and wants to share that with you. If you yourself are an Ainu and grow your own pair, he will paint them silver with moonlight. If not, he will gladly hunt beasts of your choosing for you to claim their horns or antlers as a prize for you to wear and paint them as well. Nothing makes him more proud than everyone seeing that you belong to him.

☽ In order to make sure you are always safe, even when he isn't around, Tilion also crafts protective moon charms, infused with the light of Telperion's fruit. These are designed to keep creatures of darkness away, fearing his wrath, and may also glow to alert you to nearby danger. Not least of all they come with the additional benefit of letting everyone know that Tilion is only ever one call away.

☽ He loves to be intimate with you whenever he can, worshiping your body to his heart's content. Like his own hunt and war paint, Tilion enjoys painting your skin with matching patterns. These are expressions of love and companionship, glowing hymns to your beauty, but also marks of ownership and desire.

☽ For as hopelessly romantic as Tilion is, never forget that he's also a hunter. When lust overwhelms him, he is a passionate and wild lover, and sex with him can get rough. He enjoys chasing you, catching you and holding you down while he takes you, as well as leaving bite marks all over your body. Rest assured though that he will take good care of you after and do anything to ensure that you're comfortable and at ease.

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"You are too beautiful for your own good," Tilion sighs, smiling as he kisses you on the lips.

You are both naked, lying together on a bed of moss in the woods of Oromë, and panting heavily after a wild and lengthy chase. Of course your lover has caught you in the end and carried you to a comfortable hidden spot to enjoy his prey.

Tilion trails his hand down your chest, your stomach, your lower body, and you spread your legs in anticipation. He wants you, you can see it; his midnight blue eyes darken with desire.

"There you go, little deer," whispers gentle praise against your lips before pushing two fingers inside of you. "You will be all nice and wet for me soon, won't you?"

You nod. Of course you will be; how could you not when you are with your beloved hunter, chasing your love and your pleasure with no less determination and ferocity than he chases his prey.

Ossë

⚡︎ Ossë is a capricious and jealous lover. His feelings for you are strong and passionate, and he will fight anyone who wishes you ill - or comes closer than he would like. The storms he conjures are mighty, and even if Ulmo and Uinen stop him from giving in to his jealousy, Ossë is also a mischievous Maia who will find other ways to mess with those who have wronged you or him.

⚡︎ You will find yourself getting showered with gifts from him, various trinkets that he picks up in the oceans of Arda: Pearls, seashells, items and parts from sunken ships, bones, teeth and also all sorts of fish and sea creatures he caught for you. Ossë delights in swimming, diving and hunting to his heart's content, but most importantly coming home to you with something new to show you.

⚡︎ Just like he himself is wild and fierce, so is intimacy with him. You will find yourself completely soaked, regardless of whether he takes you in the water (as he prefers) or outside, and covered in bite and scratch marks; Ossë simply can't resist taking a bite out of something as beautiful as you are. He also loves the thought that everyone can tell what you two have done afterwards.

⚡︎ Ossë enjoys being on top of you, all around you and inside you, having his tail wrapped tightly around you. After he's done making love to you, he likes carrying you around like a precious little pearl and singing to you in ancient tongues until you fall asleep. You may also notice that, whenever you've been with him, the scent of seawater sticks with you for days.

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The sand feels warm against your skin, but Ossë's form is cool and smooth. He rolls over so he's lying on top of you, his tail wrapping around your legs, and flashes you a toothy grin, like a hungry sea monster about to devour its unfortunate prey.

"Should I take you here, marilla? Or should I drag you to the bottom of the ocean first?" he teases.

Clawed, webbed fingers hold onto you possessively, and Ossë wastes no time nibbling on the side of your neck as you writhe underneath him.

"Please have mercy, o lord of storms," you gasp, entertaining his little game to entice him to go on.

You know your words had the intended effect when you feel something hard pressing against your thigh.

"Perhaps I will," Ossë muses, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

His tail keeps its grip on your legs, and he pushes his now-exposed cock between your thighs to rut against you.

"We will even start slowly," he whispers, "but worry not. You shall feel my full strength soon enough."

. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭. . . . . ◟੭

marilla (Quenya) - pearl

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the-angband-confessional · 5 months

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Lord Mairon.....I was wondering if you could make Lord Melkor's crown smaller please.

My small hands are getting tired of holding it above my head allllll day.

Oh what crown you ask? you know the Silmarils crown, the crown adored with the Silmarils, that crown you made so lord Melkor put the Silmarils on it.

Mairon's jaw dropped as you continued with your explanation. "The crown with the silmarils? The crown with the silmarils? Melkor actually let you near it... And touch it... And wear it? And now you want me to make it smaller? The crown I made with my own hands? And he consents to this? I... I... Melkor! We need to talk! Now!

#blossoms-of-darkness #the-angband-confessional #confessional-sfw #mairon #mairon x reader #melkor #silmarillion

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bad4amficideas · 6 months

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Fallen in Middle... Sea?

Okay, I just had a dream (that someone would please come and steal and write). Case in point 1. Persona falls into Middle Earth is one of my favorite tropes when people get all technical and discuss differences and such. 2. I just saw the Rings of Power. So, here we go with a bad written prompts of mine (fell free to use it) It's female coded because it's actually all a dream I had.

Reader may or may not be more or less a Tolkien fan, but between one thing and another she knows more or less what Sillmarion, the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings are about (a lot of Wikipedia may or may not have helped).

But what does Reader know about the TV series "The Rings of Power"? Which is a series PENDING TO BE RELEASED in a few days. Galadriel comes out, Sauron comes out and a lot of OCs come out. Is written in the 2nd Age, about which hardly a thing is known. And people is already complaining because that and people of color or something like that. Reader gives two shits about it.

Soooooo The curtain opens.

Reader wakes up (not to mention almost drowns) in the open sea, nothing in sight. She is rescued by a bunch of people and all wears medieval clothes and speaks an unknown language. And they itch her clothes. What's so strange about her clothes!!? (they should be grateful that you're wearing long pants!!)

In any case, after a time at sea where only a couple of people try to communicate with her (Not to be ill-considered, but Reader believes that she already knows the word prostitute, whore or equivalent in the language of these people although what she has been taught does not include that word) something hits the ship and smashes it to pieces. Which leads them to wander aimlessly for two days or so. They will all be wet and hungry but the atmosphere is all hot and smoky!

In the wreckage of the ship you rescue someone who introduces herself as Galadriel. Cue your world going crazy because WAIT, this IS Middle Earth? (I mean, you had had clues because of how people blasphemes and blesses, but denial is a powerful weapon) What is Galadriel doing in the middle of the sea, with such a hidden bad character btw? (THAT IS NOT IN ANY BOOK!!!) And well, from here the story begins. Only you Halbrand (appropriately one of the few interested parties who was nice to you) and Galadriel survive the next attack at sea. You are rescued by hotty Elendil, etc.

Thus Reader becomes friends with these two sharing the "culture" of their "country" (world) and their eclectic knowledge. It may or may not be that Reader supports that Halbrand wants to spend the hell out of his "inheritance" (because long live democracy and things should be voluntary for people prepared for it and feeling it, although Reader admits that Halbrand is super smart -suspiciously even for a HUMAN commoner).

Also both (Halbrand and you) of you are considering making a place for yourself in Numenor (well, more him than you, Reader is thinking that if Galadriel is not an option, she doesn't know who to ask about her situation, since you never know where Gandalf is. Some other Istar, maybe?) but in the meantime you learn from their healers and try to adapt to the somewhat misogynistic culture (Why is everyone surprised that she is NOT married with children back her home, goddammit!) and wears long dresses everywhere -also PADS send help!!!- and you may be developing a crush (reciprocate, is he courting you?? Wow, how strange this world is!!) on Halbrand but rather die than hook up with a future king (first is to try to return home, if that is not possible, try to live a peaceful -no obligations- life, perhaps among the hobbits)

[Reader is a fan, but not a hardcore fan, she's not aware of certain things, in fact, she's still wondering when Gandalf and Mordor is going to appear, like, isn't it supposed to be IN the Southlands? Shouldn't she stop Halbrand or more like Galadriel to push Halbrand from going?)]

In my dream Reader calls herself a healer because is the closest thing in Middle-earth to her job (you can think whatever you want) and because of her knowledge she accompanies and helps Halbrand and Galadriel to the Southern Lands and later to the Elf Kingdom (making the trip not have to be so drastic and hasty).

Galadriel also mentions that "the three of us have met for some purpose" Because anyone can see that Reader is almost as out of place in Middle Earth as "The Istar" was upon his arrival (It doesn't help that Reader doesn't take off her sneakers/sport shoes/boots even by begging... I suspect she sudenly cares lot about her bra now). Some people call her behind her back "The Naive Wise One" because she knows and teach so much but at the same time she doesn't know.

#sauron x reader #halbrand x reader #mairon x reader #galadriel x reader #lotr x reader #tolkien x reader #in this house we yahey! isekaied!reader #star wars isekai #isekai x reader #isekai reader

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edensrose · 8 months

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. ˚◞♡ 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 ◞ ₊˚﹕

now that I have finally got the blog revamp out, I think it's time I get back into writing. I've decided to open up my requests, please make sure to adhere to the slots per fandom! ( I have a lot of tolkien requests in my inbox so their slots will be significantly less )

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kiatheinsomniac · 1 year

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Hi😁 so I have recently accepted that I am Sauron's whore (oops) and I was wondering if I could please request an NSFW one shot for Mairon/Annatar with the prompts: 124. "You're such a needy little girl, aren't you princess?" 134. "You're not the little angel everyone thinks you are, are you?" 148. "You know what? I never realised how meaningful sex could actually be, until I met you." (If you don't like those prompts, feel free to ignore them- I'm just happy for content) thank you!

──── 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓 ˊˎ -

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: ehhh this was rushed but I hope it still turned out ok <3 tbh I think I'm in a bit of a smut burn out lol

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Mairon | Sauron x Reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.1k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: NSFW content, MDNI, dom/sub dynamics, guided masturbation/ voyeurism, edging, thigh riding

“You’re such a needy little girl, aren’t you, princess?” He smiled wickedly at you as you tried to wrestle your wrists out of your grasp, having just been snatched away from where you had been reaching down to pleasure yourself.

“Mairon!” You protested weakly, a pout on your kiss-swollen lips and tears of frustration in your eyes as you bounced your hips against his thigh. Your dress had been removed but he had yet to take off your undergarments and so the drag of your clothed clit against him simply wasn’t enough to satisfy you. “You said-” You fought fruitlessly against his grip some more, “-you said that you’d make me come after you edge me!” This was your fifth time being denied by him and you had grown tired of it.

“I did say that, didn’t I?” He hummed as he looked upon you with a sadistic sense of satisfaction, his lips curled up into a grin and you knew that such a look only meant trouble for you, “Fine, I’ll let you have what you want…” You were quickly turned around in his lap so that his chest was pressed to your back. Locks of his fiery-coloured hair fell over you as he rested his chin on your shoulder, looking down at your lace-covered body before turning his face towards the neck so that he could kiss and nip marks which he had already left there. His hand settled on your waist and began to run up and down, pausing every now and then to squeeze your body. “Well go on then.” He ordered.

“But…” Your face grew hot with a blush as you turned your head just enough to look at him, “I want you.” He cooed at you and yet it only sounded condescending.

“Not until you do as you’re told.” You let out a whine in reply.

“But- but that’s-” You frowned and wrapped your arms around yourself.

“It’s what? Humiliating? Having to touch yourself in my lap until I say you’re done? It’s humiliating?” You let out a huff and nodded your head, earning a swat to your thigh. “Stop being a brat and then you’ll get what you want. Just show me that you can follow orders first.” You stole one last glance into his snake-like amber eyes before you decided that you might as well listen if it meant him finally fucking you, even if it was embarrassing to touch yourself in his lap while he watched.

Your fingers snaked down between your legs where you pushed your panties aside just enough to touch yourself, hearing the obscene squelch of the utterly soaked fabric. You teased your fingers through your slit before pushing up to your clit, letting out moans as you tipped your head back, Mairon’s chin still resting on your shoulder as he watched you. He could feel when you began to rock your hips against your own touch, your plush ass grinding against where his hard cock was still hidden in his breeches. “There…” He kissed along your shoulder as his eyes remained on where you rubbed yourself and yet made no move to sink your fingers into your drooling hole. “Was that so hard?” He smiled at how quickly you shook your head to agree with him and you felt how his fingers began to trace gentle patterns on your spread thighs, “Why don’t you put your fingers inside, hm?”

“No.” You gasped out before biting on your lip to stifle a much louder moan.

“No?” Mairon’s voice drawled out.

“Only want you inside… ‘s all yours, only wanna let you inside…” You could hear his low groan right by your ear and you gasped before giggling lightly as you were suddenly flipped onto your back, trapped between the plush chaise and Mairon’s body over yours, his hands curling around your lower thighs, just by your knees, and threatening to push them upwards.

“All mine?” He asked delightedly, “What’s all mine, princess?” You whined, cursing yourself for not assuming he would love the idea enough to make you say it. Yet you knew you’d put right back to touching yourself or edges if you didn’t follow his instructions.

“My pussy, it’s all yours, I’m all yours.” Oh how he adored seeing how clearly embarrassed you were to be saying such things and yet for him, for his touch, you would.

"You're not the little angel everyone thinks you are, are you?" A quiet moan slipped past his lips as he looked down at you. You were looking up at him with glassy doe-eyes, your body so pretty in lace that he had got for you and you looked about ready to cry if it meant having him inside you. You were such an adorable and needy little thing, he couldn’t deny you any longer. He was pressed so tight against you that there was barely any room for him to push his trousers down just enough for his cock to rest against your dripping slit, pushing the tip of it through your arousal with a heavy sigh by your ear.

You reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders and coaxed him into kissing you as he began to slowly sink into your hole, giving you enough time to adjust. Your whimpers and whines sounded so sweet to him and he wrapped his arms around your body in return to hold you as close as possible. His kisses were messy but slow as he remained buried deep yet unmoving within you. He pressed yet another kiss to your mouth before propping one leg over his shoulder and you expected to begin fucking you there and yet he simply reached out to cup your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Everything good?” You asked in a quiet voice. Moments of intimacy like this during sex were quite uncharacteristic of him, he usually saved that for the aftercare.

"You know what? I never realised how meaningful sex could actually be, until I met you." He voiced his thoughts. It was true: he liked feeling as though he was taking care of you as much as you were taking care of him instead of this whole thing just being a quick fuck to get over a twitch in his pants. The smile you gave him absolutely melted his heart and you covered his hand with yours to keep it there as you turned your face to kiss his palm. Sex with Mairon meant a lot to you too: it was about the only time he allowed himself to be vulnerable and you knew that nearly every other creature alive who had so much as heard the name Sauron would doubt that he could ever be as tender as he was with you. “You know I love you, right?” He asked in such a soft and sincere voice. His hold on your thigh shifted slightly as you nodded. “Good… because I’m about to treat you like I don’t.” The way your eyes lit up in excitement was the only green light he needed.

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animatorweirdo · 2 years

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Imagine being raised by Sauron

(This was born out of a thought what it would have been like for a sauron to look after a human child and living in his protection. There’s a little joke in here, see if can find it. Hope you enjoy,)

Warnings: Mentions of a lost childhood, illnesses, dead parent, living as a child servant, a bit violence, mentions of injuries, lack of food and final goodbye.

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-It all began after your mother’s death.

-You and your mother found a man while returning home. He was wounded and stranded in the forest, so your mother took him in out of kindness.

-He was an odd fellow. He was beautiful but didn’t talk much. He often just lay in bed, resting and staring out of the window.

-He didn’t refuse the help your mother gave him, but he did refuse to talk about how he got into such a state.

-Your mother said he must have gone through something hard, and if he didn’t want to talk about it, it was only polite not to bother him about it, so you never did.

-It didn't stop your innocent mind from being more curious, though.

-You have heard a lot about elves, and he had pointy ears, so you couldn't help but ask him if he was one and what it was like being part of a beautiful and the wisest race upon middle earth.

-He only chuckled and said he was something else, something more than an Eldar.

-His answer confused you, but he began talking more after that.

-He spoke about magical things like valars and mystical creatures like wolves and dragons and that there was more than meets the eye with the elves. You were fascinated and listened like he was telling stories.

-Your thoughts about elves changed when you heard him describe how they killed their kind for the sake of jewels.

-He told you you should be careful if you ever cross an elf. They could be worse than humans.

-He often scared you with these stories because you believed him. He found enjoyment in your fright, then consoled you not to take him seriously. The stories might be true, but he just has a dark sense of humor.

-He was then comfortable enough to give his name. Mairon.

-He sometimes asked about you and your mother and why your father didn’t seem to be around. It seemed unusual for a mother to do things all by herself.

-You explained your father wasn’t a good man and ran off with another woman. You and your mom didn’t have anyone else, so it has just been you two.

-You admired your mother, for she worked hard to provide food on your table. Even though: it was rough, and you weren’t very wealthy.

-Treating guests well was a prominent rule in your house, so you apologized for not being able to provide the best things for him, mainly when he was injured.

-He said he did not mind. The world was cruel, even to most innocent people. He was going through some time, so he was grateful enough to have something, then nothing.

-At that time, you thought you made a friend and often kept him company with stories and gossip you heard from the town’s people.

-You didn’t bother him when he was sad and stared out the window. He once told you he was just missing someone, so that’s how you knew your friend was sad whenever he stared out the window.

-All looked well. Mairon got better and was even standing, walking around the house sometimes, and he eased your mother’s burden by watching you when she needed to visit the town.

-Those were fun times since you tended to pull him along to play some games.

-He didn’t get most of the games you liked. He just tried to find the logic behind them and was straightforward. And he cheated most of the time, finding enjoyment in your little anger.

-It was okay because you didn’t get his games either. He liked games with wits and brains, but they were too challenging for a nine-year-old to understand.

-It was pretty chaotic, but in the end, you two found some enjoyment in the games.

-Days started to pass, and your mother became sick. She was constantly tired, sweating, and coughing. She barely had enough strength to walk.

-You tried to encourage her to rest and make her feel better with herbs she used to feed you whenever you were sick. Mairon helped with cooking since you were too tiny to handle a burning pot.

-Your mother did not get better, and Mairon then told you she was not suffering from an ordinary cold.

-He then explained she would pass away and go somewhere far away. Somewhere she couldn't come back from even if she wanted to.

-You didn’t want to believe it at first, but as time passed, your mother was on her death bed. She said the same thing, and at that moment, you couldn't deny it any longer.

-She asked Mairon to look after you or at least find a new home and people willing to take you. If he did that, she would be grateful and consider it as repayment for taking him in.

-She hugged you and bid her heart-filled goodbye as she passed away.

-You laid there with her, hugging and crying until her body became cold, and Mairon told you to come with him.

-You tucked your mother like she always tucked you and left the house with Mairon.

-Outside, you witnessed as Mairon set your home on fire with a flicker of his fingers. You felt dread to see your home burn while your mother was inside it, so you asked for a reason why you couldn't bury her.

-He said your mother’s spirit would be free that way and not trapped under the earth. It was also her and your house, so it was to make sure no one would use it and possibly stain its memory.

-And you possibly wouldn't want them both to rot away in time if you just left them there.

-You found it reasonable and thought your mother got released from the pain, so it was good for her. Fire always brought light and warmth.

-You didn’t know what to think after all that.

-You traveled with Mairon for some time, stumbling behind as he just kept walking.

-You two end up finding a city of some sort. It was big and bright. You have never seen anything like it before, and it scared you.

-Mairon told you to try your luck there finding a new family to provide for you. It might not be easy, but people surely wouldn't leave a child alone.

-You were scared to go alone and asked if he could come with you.

-He said he couldn't because some people don’t like him. It could end badly for you if people saw him around you.

-You weren’t certain what to think about that statement, and since you trusted him more than anyone, you asked if you could go with him instead. He said it himself the stories about elves and humans were true, so would you be safe in that place on your own?

-Mairon thought about it for a while, then gave you an offer.

-He did have a debt to pay to your mother so he could look after you, but if you came along, you had to be ready for things you might not like because people didn’t see him like how you saw him. If you listen to what he says, he will ensure nothing can hurt you, not even the vilest thing on earth.

-However, he will look after you until you were old enough to care for yourself. After that, you two will go separate ways, with no discussion.

-You agreed because you trusted him that time.

-You did not imagine how the years went by his side as his true identity became clear to you and what he meant by people seeing him differently than you.

-He became known as Sauron. He was a maia and a former lieutenant of the dark lord Morgoth, or Melkor, as he did not like his former master preferred that name.

-He schemed against the people of middle earth, making plans to dominate the world and raising his armies in the shadows.

-And you, well, you became his servant.

-You didn’t do anything drastic like the orcs or chieftains of his armies. You just tended to personal things like cleaning, sorting the documents, and being a cup holder. You were just a servant.

-He kept you out of the scenes most of the time, but it didn’t stop some gossip from moving around about a strange human child serving the dark lord.

-It didn’t cause harm, but it was unnerving.

-Mairon gave you a room to sleep in and better food and sometimes educated you. It was to slowly prepare you for the world until you hit the age to go on your way.

-It was tough to live around in those conditions, and there wasn’t a day when orcs didn’t scare you to the bones.

-During your youth, you witnessed a lot and slowly developed your sense of right and wrong. People and creatures under Mairon’s rule were horrible and cruel, and you have seen what they do to prisoners.

-You didn’t try to resist or voice out how wrong things were because Mairon looked after you and made sure no one touched you without getting punished.

- One time, an orc captain thought it was a good idea to grab you roughly while saying insults. You were just trying to serve some wine, so he scared you out of your wits.

-Mairon had the orc restrained, and he slowly tortured the creature while teaching others what would happen when they dare to touch what is his, in this case, you.

-You were his little servant, so no one else has the right to command or handle you.

-It was scary, but he made sure you were alright and tended to your injured hand in his odd way.

-At that time, you realized how lucky you were compared to others who got forced to serve there.

-When time passed, you grew up to be quite knowledgable, then Mairon gave you an offer of learning tactics and self-defense.

-You agreed because you thought it was necessary to know how to defend yourself, especially since you were gonna go on your own one day.

-When your training began, Mairon and the instructors didn't go easy on you. It was highly demanding, and most of the time got sent to the healers with bruises and broken bones.

-Whenever you managed to pass their tests, the training gets harder and harder. It was stressful, and sometimes you just cried in silence to handle it. You were a stress crier.

-It was easy to learn how to use the bow, and you became good at using a sword. It was your favorite weapon.

-Mairon taught you tactics and gave you tasks to solve puzzles and riddles. He told you recognizing the tactics of your enemies would be beneficial and how to outsmart them without brawling.

-His games and tasks were challenging, and if you failed to solve them. The reward of your failure would be days without food, so you worked your brains for it.

-One of the odd lesson he had given you was how to do make up and eye liner. There wasn’t a peculiar reason. He said there was no reason not to do things with style.

-In time, you did manage to grow your ability in tactics enough to outsmart him a couple of times and win in the chest once. You hated that game.

-It was then that he deemed you were ready.

-You have grown up into a young adult in their twenties, good with weapons and independent enough to care for yourself.

-Mairon had gifted you a sword he made himself and personally sent you off to live your life.

-He had deemed it was the end of his debt to your mother and will no longer look after you. It was now your responsibility to care for yourself.

-You thanked him for everything he had done for you. Even though; you did not agree with his ideals, you wished him good luck.

-Mairon said you were free to do anything you liked, but he would not hesitate to harm or even kill you if you dared to get in his way. If you killed orcs out of self-defense, it was fine, but as long you carried the sword. It will send a message to leave you alone.

-You heeded his advice and bid him goodbye for the last time.

-It was strange to be around your kin and elves. You haven’t interacted with them for the longest time, and it felt like you swam around in stranger tides with all new fishes and possible predators.

-You managed to get around it and get a decent life among them.

-Rumors and stories about Sauron emerged, and you watched from the sidelines as he did horrible things with his orcs and soldiers of darkness.

-You did not know how to feel about it. You should feel anger for all the wrongdoings, but you can’t help but feel sorrow since you grew up under Mairon’s protective wing.

-You never did grow to hate him like all others. Maybe you still felt some familial bond with him as you have known him all your life, and now you’re on your own. You had no one else.

-You only had memories and thoughts about him, so you tried to move on with your life. It might be challenging, but you will manage as it was your turn to look after yourself, writing your own story until it was time to reunite with your mother.

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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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dirty-ainur-confessions · 2 years

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mairon + guide?

❪ ♡ ❫ ── mairon , GUIDE prompt

“more,” he groans, tossing his head back so that fiery tresses fell along his shoulders. lean fingers grip onto your hips, dark nails clawing at your skin and threatening to leave pretty little welts as he brings you down upon his cock.

“just like that, precious.”

greedily, you eat up his praise. arms around his neck and hands fisting at his locks, you alternate between burying your face into his shoulder and glancing down to watch as he makes you take his length. you whimper into him, crumbling, shattering and muttering his name in hushed sobs.

“m-mairon, mairon, it's too much,” you try to whine, legs weak and trembling as you let him take control. barely bucking your hips into his, you gasp as his grip abruptly forces you down so that you take the entirety of him. it leaves you gasping, crying, and squirming on him as you fervently rock yourself down.

“mairon, oh mairon,”

“there we go,” the maia exhales, drawing his head back to glance down at your cunt that greedily takes him all in. “isn't that precious?" dark lips press to the front of your throat and his groan vibrates against your skin.

#·⊰ ꒰🌹꒱ 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭 ៸៸ mairon ─ ♡.#mairon #mairon x reader #sauron #sauron x reader #the silmarillion #silm #tolkien #mairon smut #sauron smut #smut #minors dni #imagines

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 10 months

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Hi! I love your writing! Especially your Mairon. Can I request a Mairon x wife Reader (female Maia of Yavanna) where she insists that spending the day outside with her away from his forge will cure his burnout on his current project. He doesn’t like the idea at first, but is quickly impressed with the new skills she shows him. So impressed that it leads to smut in the garden. Thank you!

"The beauty in imperfections"

Pairing: Mairon x Fem. Reader (Maia | Established relationship | Second person POV | Location - Almaren)

Themes: Soft | Smut (Lemon-ish)

Word count: 1.7k words

Summary: Things heat up between you and Mairon while resting in a starlit meadow.

Rating:🔥🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+

For rules and tag form, read here.

"You toil too much, husband."

Mairon poured over many pieces of parchment, all of which were filled with drawings. He welled up with loathing whenever he glanced at them.

"Master Aulë tasked me with the creation of a diadem worthy of Varda herself," he replied, turning to face you, his voice and eyes dulled by exhaustion. "It must be perfect...none of these are perfect."

Ah, yes. Mairon and his quest for order and perfection. It was both a blessing and a curse, one that threatened to cripple him most of the time. You looked at him, your eyes filling with worry.

"You have confined yourself to the four walls of this forge for too long, husband," you said, taking his hand. "You need a diversion. A change of air will do you good, I think."

Mairon protested with, "But my task... Master Aulë..."

You were quick to cut him off. "Can wait. Come, husband. I am certain your vision can wait."

Mairon opened his mouth to refuse. You simply stood there, hands on your hips, bearing a look that would take no refusal. Mairon glared, the light slowly returning to his golden-orange eyes. You were unmoved. He crossed his arms over his chest. You were unmoved. You tapped the toe of your shoe against the floor. The forge soon filled with the unmistakable tap tap tap of hardened leather against stone. You arched a brow.

Mairon's lips curled at the corners. The tap tap tap grew insistent. Mairon's chest rumbled. You grinned while he struggled to hold back his amusement. Mairon finally laughed long and softly and shook his head.

"Determined little thing, yes?" He paused to walk around the forge. The flames in the furnace had been extinguished, and it was cool to the touch. Tools had been safely put away. All that remained was to shut the doors and windows, and he could leave. "Pray be patient a little longer, and we will leave, you and I."

It was not long before you were leading Mairon down a pebbled path that threaded around a beautiful meadow. The way ahead was lit with bright starlight. It turned the world a glorious silver. Mairon glanced at you, how your hair shone, how your eyes had gone soft and bright and dreamy. He found himself sighing softly.

"Here," you said, and led him under the gnarled branches of an oak tree that had withered with time. You spread your skirts over the soft grass and sat down with your back to the bark. "Come lay here and place your head on my lap."

Mairon made himself comfortable, sighing wistfully when cool air washed over him and you brushed your hand down his hair. He looked at you, wondering how much he would have missed and how long he would have been away from you, toiling on a vision that kept slipping through his fingers.

"Forgive me," he whispered, reaching up to curl his fingers around your hair. "For keeping myself from you for so long. Are you angry?"

"No," you replied truthfully. "For you have your duties just as much as I have mine. But I must confess," you sighed with worry, "watching your tasks consume you alarms me."

"I know," he agreed, "but I cannot help myself. It has to be perfection, nothing less. Is that wrong?"

"Perfection is an illusion, husband." You counseled, and reached to the side to pluck a dandelion in full bloom. "Nothing is truly perfect. Look at this flower. Yavannah created these with her own hands. See how uneven its petals and leaves are, how it is filled with little bumps and lines."

Mairon took the flower and looked over it critically. He found the little bumps and lines, the mismatched petals and leaves.

"And yet it is still beautiful," he admitted, albeit reluctantly. Mairon craved order and perfection; he could not help himself. Still, there was truth to what you said. Nothing was perfect, and even imperfections bring about beauty all of their own. "Perhaps you are right. I will stay away from the forge for a while, and go back to my task with rested eyes."

"Yes," you allowed, and looked around you. The meadow was a riot of blooms, and at that moment, the light from Telperion slowly spread out against the night sky in a brilliant display. The world was even more beautiful for it. Mairon saw it too. There was peace here, and magic. He slowly rose to his feet and dusted himself off, wanting to make the most of the time the two of you had together.

"Walk with me, wife," he implored, taking your hand into his. "Come walk with me."

Walk with him you did. You showed where the roses were, and where the wildflowers bloomed, even the lavender and sage and jasmines. Every flower and vine and tree imaginable was here. Mairon followed you, listening to you while you talked, his eyes on your lips the entire time. They were lips that were meant to be kissed. It had been long, too long in his mind, when the two of you kissed. And he thought he might not find himself in a more wonderous moment like this ever again. He stopped walking. You turned your attention to him, your gaze holding his even as he inched closer. His eyes burned into yours as the two of you stood close—so close that you felt the warmth wash off his fana and make your heart race a beat faster. Mairon wasted no time. He took you into his embrace and lowered his head, his lips barely brushing over yours.

His kiss shrouded your thoughts in a veil of bliss when it slowly deepened. Mairon growled, the sound low in his throat, when you responded passionately and returned his kiss eagerly. Goosebumps prickled all over your skin when his tongue slipped into the warmth of your mouth and the tips of his fingers dug into your dress.

"Husband," you breathed, and drew back. "Someone may find us."

"Eru take the others," he muttered thickly, and led you to a patch of meadow filled with glorious red blooms gilded in silver light. He lay down on soft grass and extended his arm. "Come here, wife. We may never get another moment like this again."

You licked your lips and considered his request. To engage in an act so private in a place where anyone could see... it was terrifying, and daring, and so very exciting at the same time. You looked over your shoulder, at the path you took. There was not a soul to be seen. And Mairon was right. The two of you might never come across an enchanting moment like this. You took his hand and lay beside him.

Mairon kissed you, now gently, his skilled hands undoing the lacing of your dress, loosening it, while you found the fastenings on his. He had you on your back before you could even think and he moved over you, caging you to the grass beneath you.

The air smelled so sweet. It was all roses and new leaves and him. You could smell him: all flames and leather and steel and the clean scent of him beneath it all. Your hands were curious in their exploration. You slipped them beneath his robes, running them all over his heated flesh. His breath hitched when you took him into your hands. Mairon trembled, really trembled, his eyes closing, his breathing reducing to ragged little gasps whenever you tightened and released, tightened and released. Just listening to him moan and whisper sweet endearments while hardening in your hands was enough to make you throb and dampen between your thighs.

His hand glided up your leg, going higher and higher before finding your small clothes. There was a sharp rip when he tore apart the wisps in his haste to reach the apex between your thighs. Your back bowed when skilled fingers touched you in a way that was familiar to you, fanning the flames already ablaze in your belly. His kisses muffled your moans. The delicious friction caused by his touch unraveled you.

It was not enough. He drew back and tugged his tunic over his head, his breeches even lower to free his cock. He helped you pull the top of your dress down, dipping his head to taste.

"You taste so sweet," he declared, his tongue leaving a damp trail over the soft expanse of your breasts. You had to bite your tongue. Mairon gripped your chin and tilted it up, compelling you to look at him. He did not want silence. He wanted to hear the sounds of your pleasure. He considered it to be the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. "Moan for me, wife. You know how I enjoy it when you do."

He eagerly dipped his head again. This time his kisses were violent and bruising, turning your fana into a canvas all of its own. Your moans, now wanton and unrestrained, spilled free. Mairon grew drunk on the sounds and shook when your arms slipped around his shoulders and your nails dug in.

"Hurry," you urged. The need to have him inside you was growing stronger by the moment. "Hurry, husband. There. There. Right there."

Mairon slowly sank his cock into your heat and lost himself in your flesh. He felt like such a fool, putting his labors over time with you. Not even the finest of his creations could compare to the time spent with you. His thrusts went from slow to rhythmic to hard and deep and fast, his hips slapping against the insides of your thighs. He trembled when your hands devled into his hair and the tips of your fingers brushed over his scalp, sending wave after wave of unimaginable bliss washing over him. He crushed your mouth with his when your legs scrambled for purchase against his hips.

It was over so soon. When he shuddered and spilled his seed, whispering your name, your fana splintered as your orgasm ripped through you. Mairon moaned when your cunt tightened around his cock. He kept still, his hand over your belly.

"Keep me in," he urged softly. "Do not move."

You forced open your eyes and looked up at him. Jolts of pleasure still licked up your spine. Mairon himself was gilded in the silvery light of the stars. He never looked more beautiful than at that moment. "More," you plead, "Please."

Mairon chuckled. "Then let me take you home. I plan on ruining you, wife."

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ainur-interactions · 1 year

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Carefully sneaks into the forge and gulps. There he is. Mairon. Waits until he gets all engrossed in his work. Leaves a little present here (carefullycrafted leather, pebbles and crystals of gemstones of various shades of fire), along with a short message. "Hope this helps with your work. <3" They finally turn to sneak away, but this time, their luck runs out as they make a little noise.

the maia's ears perk at the sound and his head whips to your direction. a look of irritation fills his features at the prospect of being interrupted whilst he is busy with his work.

“what is it? don't you know b —” the shimmering gemstones catch his attention and he once overs the trinkets along with the letter.

it takes him a moment before his brows furrow and he clears his throat as his ears droop in the slightest. “so, it was you who has been leaving all of these. . . materials around.” mairon clears his throat, unsure of how to react as he turns back to his work. “don't expect anything in return. if anything. . . I'm amazed at how you would waste your time on something like this — let alone for me.”

#·⊰ ꒰🌸꒱ 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ៸៸ mairon ─ ♡.#mairon #mairon x reader #sauron #sauron x reader #tolkien #the silmarillion #silm #ainur #maiar #interactions

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doodle-pops · 2 months

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The Ainur | With A Short Reader

Request: Can I make a request for headcanons for how the Ainur would be with a short human reader? Around 5 foot tall? Like an elf of about 6 feet would only reach up to some of their chest or lower still, considering they’re like 7-9 foot tall. Would they be cute, teasing, protective, frustrated by the height difference? P.s. I love the way you characterise all the Ainur, it really feels like their personality, you do a fantastic job. - anon

A/N: Happy to fulfil this request and learn that you enjoy my characterisations of them anon. I tend to envision the Ainur as nothing less than nine feet since they are deities and display their power through their heights. So you’re going to appear super short next to them. Nonetheless, Enjoy!

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Manwë

The bird was too stunned to speak. Are you a child or dwarf, certainly that could not be your final height at the end of your growth? Unfortunately, it is your complete height which makes you appear as a little bird before the great King. Now his nickname ‘little bird’ makes more sense.

He cannot fathom how you can be the same size as a bean and packed with all that sass whenever he mentions how tiny you are. You require a ladder if you ever reach his head for a ‘level-headed’ talk.

Has no issue picking you up with one hand and carrying you around like his personal comfort toy when he’s having a bad day. Anyone commenting or teasing gets a look that speaks about them receiving a bolt of lightning.

Let us not forget his avian side which is going to fawn over how adorable you are. You’re tiny and squishy, perfect for belonging in his nest where he can shower you in affection all day long.

The size difference is outstanding. Just picture a baby lying in their parents' bed, looking like a little nugget among the pillows…that’s what you appear like anytime you snuggle in his bed. On numerous occasions, he didn’t see you and almost squished you under the sheets.

With your size, it means wearing his robes and marching around his room or Ilmarin pretending to be him while he silently watches from afar. You are drowning in his robes, don’t even wear his shirt, it’s a gown on you.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Irmo

Your size doesn’t change the way he’s going to shower you with ultimate love and affection. Apart from the minor teasing he’ll conduct for the fun of the situation, Irmo loves you the same way if you are tall.

A gentleman who enjoys using the opportunities when granted to lift you over puddles or streams so he can fawn over how you fit in his arms. He (and the others) can lift you with his pinkie and has done it before.

You are authorised to always sleep on his chest—you look like a kitten sleeping on his chest in his eyes—mainly because you like to roll and so does he and nothing good has arisen from you both rolling together.

Gets lost in crowds and he panics. He’ll be walking around asking if anyone has seen his little lover and he will give descriptions. “They’re about 5 feet, this short and very tiny. They look like an elfling…”

Saw children’s clothing on a walk with you in a boutique, did not know they were for children and excitedly stated, “Oh look! I believe these would look lovely on you! They even have your colours.”

Do not be upset with him, he didn’t know that it was children’s clothing. Irmo only wished to share the moment of shopping with you. But worry not, he gathers the best seamstresses and tailors to fashion you the finest wear that looks nothing like children’s clothes.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Námo

Has a smile on his face anytime you take the lead and walk in front of him, hence his reason for always telling you to lead the way. He’s a simple Vala, he wants to watch as you waddle like a duck with your short legs as you take him to Eru knows where.

Pretends to complain when you ‘borrow’ his robes because you missed him, but gushes mentally at the sight of how you’re drowning in his forever monochromatic black robes.

His viridian eyes were soft at the sight of you walking around, dragging his robes all over. The idea of complaining about getting them dirty has disappeared, and all he is thinking about is how you look like a penguin.

Your feet running across his halls are the equivalent of tiny pitter-patter and it’s how he can easily distinguish your presence; just listen for the tiny footsteps. But it never works out well when you’re among elves and lost in a crowd.

The first time you met his brother, Irmo mistook you for a child Námo adopted and congratulated his brother on softening up to the idea of children. To make matters worse, you played along—much to Námo’s annoyance—and clung to his arm, calling him ‘atar/daddy’.

Irmo was elated, you were dying of laughter and Námo was contemplating his life. He couldn’t believe this was the humour he signed up for the moment he fell in love with someone shorter than most individuals.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Ulmo

Mistook you for the child wandering the shores the first time he saw you in the distance and scolded you for playing in the deep waters without parental supervision. That was until he learned you weren’t a child and your permanent height for a lifetime.

‘Pebble’ was the most suitable nickname he gifted you since pebbles were small and cute…like you. Plus, he brings you pebbles, seashells and pearls from the ocean floor as a token of affection.

Because you’re smaller, your strokes as you swim alongside him are slower, so he’ll call the seals, dolphins or whales to swim alongside you for assistance. You’re even allowed to ride them anytime you two are swimming out in the depths.

Since Ulmo’s true form is staggering, he opts to appear around the same height as you are anytime he has to walk the earth. His favourite place to have walks would be the beach obviously.

Hand holding while watching the sunset and he’s quietly staring at your short fingers holding his larger hand. He loves holding your hand to fawn over the size. He would even slip on a cute ring with a pearl one day.

Because Ulmo is known for having no resting place as he wanders the waters of the world, he enjoys visiting your home. It’s even better if you live near a lake for him to have easier access to seeing you frequently. Cue Ulmo marvels at how small your household items are as he picks them up.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Oromë

Congratulations, you are the perfect size to sit on all of his creatures (and him) to ride through the forest with him. He cannot get over your tiny figure because he knows that you’re about the same size as an elfling and all his creatures are larger than you.

Roughhousing is a thing that occurs between you both and he gets caught up in the experience to forget how easily he can send you on a trip to Estë for healing…because it has happened multiple times.

Picks you up like a sack of potatoes and slings you over his shoulder when he has to carry you somewhere and you’re being troublesome, or he wants to randomly surprise you. You’re as light as a feather as he runs with you through the forest.

Swinging from his muscular arms anytime he flexes his muscles for you? Yes, yes you do, and he loves it. Fuels his ego to know that he’s strong and his lover can climb him like a tree. Clinging to his muscular physique and probably biting him? Yes, you do that he calls you a tiny beast who needs to be tamed.

Not the type to underestimate the size of a creature you can ride because of your size but is also cautious at the same time. Wanted to gift you a Shetland pony because you were small enough to ride one, but back out last minute knowing that he would receive an earful. Gave you a giant-sized tiger or dog as a companion.

You wear his pelts and pretend to act like him, attempting to wield his bow—sweetheart, you couldn’t even draw the strings—as though you were hunting.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Tulkas

No different from Oromë and will playfight with you using the strength in his pinkie finger and you’d still have to bandage some body parts because accidents happen all the time. No worries though, he praises your injuries and makes you feel as though you fought a great battle with him.

He has no doubts, dismisses your strengths and associates them with your size having seen many great warriors display outstanding strengths and feats despite their size. Instead, he encourages you to take pride in your size and all the greatness you can accomplish.

You got a workout buddy, or rather he got a new dumbbell to lift or someone to sit on his back for push-ups. Your weight is inconsequential, but it doesn’t stop you from enjoying the fun in the moment.

Also picks you up like a sack of potatoes and carries you around the place, introducing you to all his close friends and elves. Anytime you need to speak ‘eye-level’ with him, instead of going to lengths to climb tables or a tree, he’ll kneel to your level.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Melkor

Getting called dwarf, child, or both the first time you meet will result in him changing the names and calling you a critter if you attempt to attack him for calling you short. Probably ‘ankle biter’ might be your new name because he denoted that small things have the most rage.

You’re a ferocious ankle-biter in his eyes whose nerves he enjoys getting on because your responses are hilarious. It’s all in jest…or maybe not.

Nothing of his will ever fit you, that also means trying to wear his crown with the Silmarils. It’s currently sitting on your neck as we speak. All you can do is make versions of his outfits tailored to your size.

You’re smaller, so his hands can cover your entire face. Know what that means? Squish your cheeks as you speak to admire how soft and dough-like they are. “Hm, ankle biter, you have remarkably soft cheeks,” he says while squishing your face.

There’s nothing you can climb on to meet his height because he makes sure that there isn’t anything around. He wants you to break your neck looking up at him (bite his ankles and he’ll reach your height).

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Eönwë

“You’re like a hummingbird minus the speed,” he chuckled upon the first sight of your tiny figure. You were lucky he didn’t consider you a lost child who wandered before him in search of help because he was ready to call you ‘child’.

I have to say, Eӧnwё is the best person to try the same ‘daddy’ prank on when you’re walking through the streets of Valimar but clinging to him and acting like a child for the elves to fawn over how adorable the interaction is. There is always an elf who inquires for you to look them in the eye and say, “This is my atya!”

His avian side adores your tininess; and makes you all the more delicate and squishable. You are never again going to leave the nest…just joking, but his protective side goes up a notch because you are TINY.

I mean, he loses you in a crowd easily and you can’t even jump high enough to show your location. You can climb a table or chair but still have to get past the sea of heads before Eӧnwё spots you.

Gets you the smaller version of everything so you don’t have to struggle with holding the larger objects. He once watched as you climbed a chair as if it were a mountain or fought with a glass of wine because the glass was too big to hold.

At least going on flights doesn’t change whether you’re extra small or bigger. Visits in the morning and takes you to watch the sunrise over the mountain from a bird’s eye view.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Tilion

Doesn’t matter if you’re tiny or tall, you still look the same from his view in the sky as he guides the moon. But he does melt at the sight of you looking up at the moon.

You are forever his ‘little deer’ even though you’re probably feisty and love to bite or nibble on his arms all the time. Similar to Oromë, carries you around like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder, but more for the fun of watching your short legs dangle.

Doesn’t alter the size of any furniture so he can observe your legs dangling over the edges and sway, or the size difference between you and the table designed for a nine-foot entity.

Roughhousing is a constant must-have between you both because he adores pinning your smaller body under his and making you fight back. Tilion just wants to watch you struggle and wiggle like a worm. Bite him.

Puts you to sleep on top of him because it is the safest option unless you want to be crushed under a giant nine-foot Maia, and you look like a tiny kitten curled up on his chest. The only thing he hasn’t done is pick you up by your scruff.

He’s such a tease when it comes to you both riding through the forest. Tilion will purposefully place you behind him so you can’t see a thing and then tease you about being too small. But it’s all in jest because he’ll have you ride an elk or reindeer or even a pony that was handpicked to match your size.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Mairon

He also assumed you’re an ankle biter as well because he called you short and you were ready to attack. Please, do not release him from your tyranny because he will make fun of your height and pat your head or rest his arm atop your head when he’s resting. Again, bite him.

Complains about your short legs and how slow you are when you’re walking side-by-side but comes to you later to ask for assistance because some tool of his fell into a small hole and you’re tiny enough to get it.

Tells you that he’ll feed you to his wolves if you don’t stop clinging to him when in truth, he loves it. You’re small enough to not be a distraction as he moves about his forge or the fortress, but it’s just Mairon being a tsundere.

Doesn’t see you lying in his bed because his bed is huge and you’re extra small, so he almost lies atop your body. It’s turned into a staring match like how children stare you down without blinking.

Has a tendency to carry you around, for funsies, by holding onto your belt or grabbing the back of your clothes so you dangle as he powers through the corridors until he arrives at his Lord holding you like a briefcase.

Deep down, as much as he teases your size, he enjoys the differences. Watching you fight to lift an object made for his size or dress in his clothes—if you’re brave enough to try this—is entertaining.

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cilil · 1 year

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Hi! I was hoping to request "Knotting" from the Spicy Bingo sheet with Mairon x reader please! I'm so feral for him

Author's Note: Sorry these are taking a while - last week was fairly stressful and I keep making them longer as originally intended. Oh well; thanks for the prompt and I hope you enjoy this one!♡

ೃ♡⁀➷ Spicy Bingo: Knotting + Mairon x reader ৎ୭

And there you are, on his bed, caught like a helpless deer in a werewolf's jaws. The hunter becoming a greater hunter's prey.

ৎ୭ Synopsis: You, a former Maia of Oromë, are tasked to take care of the werewolves in Tol-in-Gaurhoth together with Mairon; until your calm routine is unexpectedly interrupted when you experience your first heat.

ৎ୭ Featuring: female Maia!reader, 2nd person POV, heat, knotting, cunnilingus (female receiving), somewhat rough sex (but very much consensual), biting, bit of breeding kink

ৎ୭ Oneshot (~1.2k)

"My, my, what do we have here..."

You squirm on the wolf pelt laid out on your fellow Maia's bed, nervously pressing your legs together as he scrutinises you. Sneaking into his room was a foolish idea, you knew it in advance, yet you were unable to help yourself; his smell is simply too enticing. It is in moments like these that you curse your nature as a Maia of beasts and hunting.

Your first master was Oromë and you used to hunt with his hounds until the fateful day Lord Melkor found you and promised you a stronger pack and all the prey you wanted in return for your service, an offer too good to refuse; and now you take care of his werewolves alongside Mairon, your superior. While he watches over the tower and surrounding area and spies on your enemies, you feed and train the wolves, often assuming their shape–which you led to your current predicament.

Not only have you grown accustomed to wolfish mannerisms, but certain parts of their nature have begun to affect your fána. A strange, heated sensation took hold of you a couple of days ago, soon followed by a sticky feeling between your legs and a deep, inexplicable yearning for relief. By the time you realised what was happening, it was already too late. You tried hiding in your chambers and taking care of yourself, but nothing worked; especially not after you found one of Mairon's forge gloves, brought to you by an especially affectionate werewolf, and caught a whiff of his scent.

Oh, his scent. One that immediately made your knees feel weak and feral thoughts consume your mind, one that kept beckoning you until you couldn't resist any longer–

And there you are, on his bed, caught like a helpless deer in a werewolf's jaws. The hunter becoming a greater hunter's prey.

Golden, cat-like eyes stare at you from the darkness as Mairon comes closer to investigate, and you see his nose twitch when he inhales your scent. A smirk appears on his lips.

"Oh you poor little thing..." he drawls and sits down on the bed next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. The small gesture alone causes you to let out a whine and lean into his touch.

"It seems like you are in heat," he observes, direct as always, and starts stroking your leg with an appreciative glint in his eyes.

"Y-you think so?" you ask; it's a possibility you have considered before, but attempted to deny.

"Well... let me see."

Mairon pushes the skirt of your dress up to your hips and spreads your legs with quick, efficient movements, finding your panties soaked with your juices. You avert your gaze in shame, but can't help watching him from the corner of your eye, only to realise–he's looking pleased?

"So needy," he purrs and inches closer to greedily inhale more of your sweet scent. His pupils dilate. "Do you want me to take care of you, my precious little wolf?"

You nod in response. Part of you wants to keep denying what is happening to you and return to your chambers, but every other sensation is eclipsed by your mounting need for your fellow Maia and what you know he can give to you.

Nimble hands pull down your panties, and you spread your legs instinctively, presenting your wet, glistening folds to him like a delicate rose given to a lover. Mairon wastes no time leaning forward to bury his face between your legs and you feel his warm, rough tongue caress your sensitive skin shortly after. Long nails dig into your thighs when he pushes them apart further, groaning softly as he tastes your essence.

You can sense how your heat is beginning to affect the other Maia as well and you are more than happy to offer yourself to him. His tongue pushes between your folds with increasing urgency, alternating between swirling around your swollen clit and eating you out as if he was enjoying a delicious meal. You can feel subtle shifts in his fána, elongating the pink muscle to reach deeper inside you and fill you completely.

You taste so good... you hear Mairon whispering in your mind and cry out in pleasure while rocking your hips against him.

"Please, my lord... take me, I need–" you whine and helplessly paw at his copper locks.

He raises his head, a wicked smile on his face, and slowly licks his wet lips clean.

"Demanding today, are we? You are truly fortunate that you smell so delicious..." Mairon croons and sits up, looming over you like a werewolf about to pounce on its prey. The flames in the fireplace behind him seem to flare up and bathe the outline of his fána in a fiery glow.

He is beautiful like this, majestic and imposing, causing another twinge of desire within your lower body.

"On all fours. And undress," Mairon commands. His countenance appears as calm as always, yet the darkening of his eyes betrays his own feral instincts threatening to take over.

You scramble to obey him, yet as soon as you are on your hands and knees, presenting your backside to him, he shoots forward with the precision of an experienced hunter and seizes your neck to push your face down into the sheets below. Your cry of surprise is followed by a loud moan when he swiftly frees his cock, pulling down his pants just enough to penetrate you with a single thrust.

Your mind becomes wonderfully blank. The world around you seems to dissolve into a blur of sounds and colours until all that remains is the blissful sensation between your legs, being filled with Mairon's cock and feeling him thrusting in and out of your helplessly dripping cunt. He fucks you with nigh animalistic ferocity, growling in your ear as he leans over you and bites the side of your neck and shoulder–marks that you will bear for a while, you realize despite the fog of lust clouding your mind, and the thought excites you.

You feel your mouth fall open, but you can't tell if you're begging for more or simply moaning into the silken sheets. Mairon's grip on you tightens and you feel something swelling at the base of his cock, eliciting more cries of pleasure from you. He's going to breed you like your fána craves so badly, provide you with his seed and his knot, and you let out a sob of relief, knowing your burning need will finally be satisfied.

Mairon buries himself inside you with one final thrust and holds you in place as his release washes over him. His knot ensures not a single drop of cum he spills is wasted, filling you to the brim. You whimper, exhausted after days of heat and being fucked with such vigor, and yearn to simply collapse on your fellow Maia's bed and rest, yet your fánar are still tied together.

Sensing your discomfort, Mairon wraps his arms around you and carefully lays you down on your side, following every movement so his knot doesn't hurt you.

"We will have to stay like this a while longer," he says and pulls you close.

All you can do is nod and a small smile appears on your lips. You don't mind the idea of falling asleep in his warm embrace, feeling his strong fána holding yours while you recover from your heat.

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the-angband-confessional · 3 months

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"My love", y/n speaks while sitting cross-legged on the bed in front of Mairon, braiding his hair that is still damp from a bath.

"I have a question. But it is also a secret, and you must never, ever speak of it to anyone, not a single soul or otherwise."

A sudden, melancholic look clouds their eyes.

"Is there ever going to be a day when I don't have to share you with anyone?"

They finish the braid, and say softly: "Truthfully, I want to steal you away. And go to a place where it can be just us, and the rest of the world can burn down to its foundations for all I care. I don't want anything. Only you."

Y/n lifts their heartbroken gaze, adding: "And is it unfair of me to ask you this, as a mortal?"

Mairon considers what y/n said, and what they asked of him.

"You move me with your words, my jewel, and no, it is not unfair to ask such a thing. But you must know that I cannot forsake my duties. The master and I have made plans, and we have to see them through. However, the day when you no longer have to share me with others may indeed be close at hand. The master has created a new station for me and is sending me away. Just me, you see, and not the others. He does not trust them." He turns to face y/n, and takes their hand into his. "And I have been able to receive his blessing to take you with me. Perhaps, this way, I can provide some of what you seek."

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yandere-ainur-confessions · 1 year

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have you um. considered mairon.

the frightening thing about yandere!mairon is that he enjoys mind games. he wants to make you reliant on him and him alone. slowly isolating you from those that you care about. making it seem as though he is the only one that you can rely on. twists your mind into thinking that you are falling for him, so so hopelessly.

should you be resilient, that is when the psychological torment comes in. he'll drive you mad with apparitions of him. sounds of his voice. all you will be able to think of is him. all you will find relief in is him.

and when the time is right, you'll come crawling to him. begging him to have you, because you simply cannot live without being his.

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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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· ⊰ 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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