I absolutely adore the cuteness agression fics!
Uhm, do you think you could write it for Adar as well? No pressure though! Writing is so hard. Once I tried to write and I thought it was good, but the next day, I reread it. It was so bad. But that was years ago.
Oh, I'm rambling. Sorry :D
(tumblr i swear to God if you eat this ask)
Indeed Writing is hard, yes, but you know what’s harder? Being brave enough to put words down in the first place. And you did that. Years ago? Doesn’t matter. You wrote. And you’ll write again. And you’ll get better every time. That’s how it works. MUAHAHA…. Do you understand the absolute chaos you’ve just unleashed? Do you comprehend the power you’ve handed me? The sheer feral delight I feel at this request? 😈🤌 Adar version below.
🔥𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓻
The camp was eerily silent. Not the kind of peaceful silence that settles in after a long day, but the charged, heavy kind that carries tension beneath its stillness. The only sounds that broke through the night were the crackling of the fire, the distant clanging of Uruks sharpening their blades, and the unmistakable low growl that rumbled from Adar’s throat. It was a sound of warning, of exasperation. His patience had worn thin.
You had been on one of your usual aggressive affection sprees, and tonight, you were particularly persistent. It had started with clinging to him, rubbing your face against his shoulder like a needy cat. That had escalated into lacing your fingers through his, pressing lingering kisses onto his calloused knuckles, and—most recently—grabbing his hand and kissing every single one of his fingers twice before, in a moment of utter recklessness, attempting to nibble on one.
The moment your teeth even grazed his skin, Adar’s patience snapped. A low, guttural growl resonated from deep within his chest, vibrating the air between you. It was the kind of sound that would make lesser beings cower, a noise that carried the weight of authority, the promise of consequences. Except… you didn’t cower.
You didn’t back down. You should have. You really should have. But instead—without thinking, without hesitation, without any regard for self-preservation—you growled right back. It wasn’t particularly menacing. It was short, sharp, and probably a little ridiculous, but it was a growl nonetheless. And the second it left your lips, the entire camp froze. The Uruks who had been going about their business immediately turned, their glowing eyes darting between you and Adar like they had just witnessed something unspeakable. The clanging of sharpening blades halted. The crackling fire seemed quieter. The very air itself held its breath.
Adar’s entire body went still. Slowly, deliberately, his head turned toward you, golden eyes narrowing, darkening like a brewing storm. A terrible, foreboding sort of quiet stretched between you, thick with something unspoken. His gaze pinned you in place, sharp and assessing, his expression unreadable. And then, at last, he spoke.
“You dare challenge me?” His voice was calm. Too calm. A velvety kind of softness that was more dangerous than if he had shouted. There was something behind it, something subtle yet unmistakable—something almost… amused. Your instincts screamed at you to retreat. To lower your gaze, to submit, to apologize. But you were too feral with love to care.
So, instead of acting rationally—instead of backing down—you did the only thing your utterly unhinged, affection-starved brain could come up with. You growled again. This time, it was a little shorter. A little sharper. A little more determined. The effect was instantaneous. Adar’s lips twitched. The Uruks around you reacted like they had just witnessed a mortal challenge a god. Some subtly started backing away, as if preparing for the inevitable execution. One of them let out a strangled, barely audible sound of horror. The tension was suffocating.
And then… Adar laughed. A low, rich, and utterly rare sound that sent an unexpected shiver down your spine. It wasn’t cruel, nor was it mocking. It was something else entirely. Amused. Intrigued. As if you were some strange, adorable little creature that had just challenged a warg to a fight. His head tilted slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “What are you, a kitten?” he scoffed, voice laced with something darkly affectionate. “It is like this—”
Before you could react, he growled again. But this time, it was different. Deeper. Lower. A sound that rumbled from his chest, vibrating through the very air, settling into your bones like distant thunder. It was the growl of a true predator. It was a display of dominance, of control, of something ancient and untamed. And it did something terrible to your brain.
Somewhere in the depths of your mind, a singular, unfiltered thought emerged. Oh. That was hot. Your body moved before logic could catch up. BONK! You slammed your forehead against his. Hard. Hard enough that his head slightly jerked back. The Uruks collectively gasped. One of them made a sound like he had just witnessed the heavens themselves being desecrated.
Adar blinked. Stunned. For three unbearably long seconds, there was nothing but silence. And then— “Hah.” A single, amused exhale. Adar’s blue eyes burned into yours, unreadable yet alight with something dangerous. His smirk was now fully formed, curved with dark amusement. “Hmph. You are relentless.” A rough, calloused hand slid to the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair with a firm, possessive grip. Not harsh. Not punishing. Just assertive. A silent declaration that you belonged to him. His forehead pressed against yours once more, his breath warm against your skin, his voice dropping to a low, velvety whisper.
“But if you challenge me, little one—” His grip tightened ever so slightly, his tone both a promise and a warning. “You must be prepared to lose.” Your heart was hammering against your ribs. Your breath hitched. Was this a threat? A challenge? A warning? Or… was it an invitation? The Uruks, deciding they very much did not wish to witness whatever came next, wisely took that moment to leave.
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Another version
It started as an innocent moment. Adar was standing in the dim light of the campfire, speaking in low, authoritative tones to a group of Uruks. His expression was composed, cold, the way it often was when he discussed tactics or war. He was always so serious. So untouchable. And you—well, you were simply overcome with love.
There was something about him in that moment—his sharp features illuminated by the fire, his golden eyes glowing in the shadows, his voice smooth and commanding—that sent a wild, uncontrollable impulse surging through you. You needed to bite him. Not to hurt him. Not really. But to mark him. To claim him. To express—somehow—the sheer feral intensity of your affection. So, without thinking, you chomped down. Right on his arm. Not too hard. Just enough to sink your teeth in and hold.
The reaction was instant. The conversation stopped. The Uruks—who had been listening attentively to their leader—stiffened. One of them actually dropped his weapon. Another took an instinctive step back. For the first time in what might have been centuries, Adar stared in utter silence. Slowly—very slowly—he tilted his head down, his golden eyes flicking to where your teeth were still latched onto his arm.
A pause. A long, tense, disbelieving pause. Then, at last, his deep voice rumbled through the silence ”…Have you turned rabid?” His tone was flat. Completely unreadable. But the slight tilt of his head, the way his lips almost twitched upward, suggested he was half-serious, half-amused. You did not let go. Not yet.
You merely squinted up at him, refusing to break eye contact, your teeth still firmly sunk into his arm. The Uruks were now genuinely concerned. Adar let out a slow, measured breath, lifting his arm slightly as if to get a better look at you—his personal rabid little creature. Finally, after a moment of silence, he spoke again. “I should put you down.” A statement, not a threat. Your response? You bit down harder. There was a beat of absolute stillness. Then— “Hah.” A single, amused exhale. Suddenly, you felt strong fingers in your hair—not to pull you away, but simply to hold you there, his grip firm yet careful.
“So be it,” he murmured, his voice low and indulgent, like he was humoring you. His thumb absently stroked the back of your head, his blue eyes dark with something unreadable. “If you insist on marking me, little one—” His voice dropped, deep and almost dangerous. “You had best be ready to be marked in return.” The Uruks, wisely, left the scene immediately. (As they should)
Then, before you had time to process what he meant—he struck. With unnerving speed, he turned his head and sank his teeth into the curve of your neck. You yelped, your grip on his arm loosening as a sudden, sharp heat bloomed where his teeth pressed into your skin. Not hard enough to break the flesh—but enough to send a shiver down your spine.
Enough to remind you exactly who you had just challenged. His hold on your hair tightened slightly, keeping you in place as his teeth lingered just a second too long. His breath was warm against your skin. Then—slowly, deliberately—he pulled away. Your pulse was pounding. His lips barely ghosted over the spot where he had bitten you, a low hum of satisfaction rumbling in his chest.
“There,” he murmured. His gaze flicked down to where his mark now rested on your skin. “Now we are even.” You stared at him, breathless, your body still tingling from the unexpected retaliation. And then, like an absolute menace, you bit him again. Harder. Adar laughed. A rare, low, genuine sound, full of dark amusement. “Very well, little one,” he murmured, catching your chin between his fingers, tilting your face up. His golden eyes glowed “Let us see how long you last.”
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Last one
The moment had to be perfect. You had been watching Adar for a while now, pacing near the edge of the encampment, his expression calm, unreadable—as always. His hands were clasped behind his back, his dark cloak shifting slightly with his movements. He was thinking, planning, strategizing—probably about important things. You, however, had a very different priority. He looked too tall. Too composed. Too untouchable. You had to take him down. Like a warg in the wild, you waited for your moment. Tension coiled in your muscles as he finally turned, giving you the perfect opening. Then—you pounced. With zero hesitation, you launched yourself at him full-force, tackling him with your entire body weight.
The impact was glorious. For one brief second, his golden eyes widened, and then—down he went. The air left his lungs in a sharp exhale as you crashed into him, sending him sprawling onto the ground. Dirt and leaves scattered as you practically crushed him into the earth, wrapping your arms around him like a wild beast claiming its prey. Somewhere nearby, an Uruk choked on his own breath. There was a long, heavy pause. Adar lay beneath you, utterly still, staring up at the sky as if contemplating his life choices. His long, dark hair was now tangled with dirt and leaves, his cloak twisted beneath him, his once-dignified stance completely destroyed.
Then, finally— ”…You fight with the instincts of a warg pup.” His tone was exasperated. But he made no attempt to throw you off. You buried your face in his neck, arms tightening, refusing to let him go. The Uruks were now watching in abject horror as leader taken down. Some of them looked like they might intervene—until Adar lifted one hand, a single gesture telling them to stand down.
A deep sigh rumbled through his chest, his free hand shifting to rest lightly on your back. “If you are going to smother me, little one,” he muttered, voice half-scolding, half-amused, “at least do so where the ground is not so unforgiving.” His fingers absently traced slow circles against your spine, his warmth seeping into you as his body relaxed beneath yours. You only nuzzled him harder, practically melting against him. The Uruks, now deeply disturbed, pretended not to see anything.