#lord daddy

[poetryvampire]

Adar would absolutely get stuck in a state of accidently edging you all the time because he can't help but outrageously flirt with you but would genuinely not think you're into him. You're just left to suffer under his lethal amount of rizz 💀

[itwillbeourswansong]

30 Days of Adar - 4. Favorite portrayal

It's Sam Hazeldine as Adar for me. I got charmed, my brain chemistry changed, all my previous crushes were abandoned just for starters 👰🏼 And by the time I successfully completed my transformation into heart-eyed moosh, they ripped Adar from us in the most cowardly and dirty way. So I proceeded to many months of mourning, devouring Adar content, exploring lore and holding hands in praying circle with beautiful fellow Adarlings. Sam Hazeldine, I hold you accountable🖤

@adarswidow ✨️✨️✨️

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

What do you think of the song called I'd do anything for love by MeatLoaf? Doesn't it remind you of our daddy Adar? 😗❤️‍🔥

i would do anything for [Adar's] love...

INCLUDING *THAT*

YES LORD-DADDY WHATEVER YOU SAY LORD-DADDY

[alifelongpassed]

As long as they keep giving us far too dark images of him I will just keep overpainting them. Bless this gif by @joemawle

[gifs-unhinged]

[starlady66]

Mother (Adar x F!Human! Reader)

Hey, babes!

I'm always receiving Adar requests and I just love writing for him, so I think it's a lot more to come. Hope you like it! I again got a little carried away, it's pretty cultish, but well... It's Lord Father, amiright?

It follows this one fic here

Enjoy, my fellas!

Requested: Yes✨

Rated: +18, minors DNI and leave now

Summary: You are the Uruk's new mother

Warnings: kind of brainwashing?, cultish Adar, but reader is consenting, mentions of smut, a touch of angst?

You are lying in the bed, bare under his heavy body. He is so tall and he presses your hips to the thin mattress with his own bony ones. You can feel everything: his rough hands, hard nails teasing on your skin, making you shiver; hot open mouth on your neck, sucking, licking; his tangled black locks among your fingers, anchoring you in such pleasure.

He likes you so very much. 

From time to time, decades maybe, he encounters a mortal who he finds interesting, peculiar enough to get closer. It is not a common thing, though, that he gets to be so attached to somebody like this one mortal he has under his body right now. You.

But he can't help it. 

You grew so close to each other. 

He even started to pay less attention to his children lately. Last week, he even took you to a cabin in the woods and kept you there a whole day. It was so intense. You remember only being with him on a furry carpet, clothes thrown somewhere in the room, his body all around you. Then, he took you to a nearby river and washed you very carefully. He even let you wash his long hair and after, you both had been together by the fire, his hair so pretty now that it was clean and dry, you kept running your fingers on it. Then, he lay down, head on your thighs. His cat eyes look at you from below, so pretty, with such longing and a hint of sadness... You caress his face, his hair. He sleeps in your lap while the fire crepts.

You spent a whole day and night in that cabin. But then you had to return to the camp. 

Adar started to ask for your opinion sometimes, about his plans, about your vision of the future. 

You wanted the same as him, of course. You wanted to be with him, to love him, take care of him. 

You had your children to take care of. They needed you. They needed home, land, safety, dignity.

Adar asked your children to adapt an armour to your body. They made a set for you using some pieces of an elven one, that one  Adar had kept in one chest for some special use. It was too good and beautiful to be tossed away, but too small for him or the uruk.

You look so pretty in it. They even made you a cape out of the leather of some animal you never saw. You are royalty. Uruk royalty. You are their mother. They love you.

Tunnel after tunnel after burnt village after slaughter you keep watching it all, always secured by a lot of uruk protecting you with their lives. 

They just love you like they love his Lord Father.

They did start calling you their Mother.

Now, you don't remember what your home looked like or who your family was. You don't remember your previous name anymore. 

Adar started calling you Naneth. 

Mother.

Reblog/comment if you like it, tysmm!

[glennethph]

Keir Charles is fit for an older man.  Truly a daddy.

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Galadriel roughing up her elders — Udûn

Lord daddy had a stinging zinger there :

"Maybe your search for Morgoth's successor should have ended in your own mirror."